by Tabatha Kiss
Eliza smiles and kneels down to help me gather the papers and pens. Her eyes scan a page and she pauses. “Having trouble in geometry?”
I snatch my quiz from her, catching her by surprise. “No.”
She hands over the rest of what she has and stands up. “Sorry…”
I hide my expression from her. Of all the damn times to embarrass myself, it had to be the moment directly after she looked at me like I was a damn sexual god. “I should get going…”
“Wait.” She lays her hand on my arm. “Junior, you don’t have to be so freaked out over one quiz.”
Her voice caresses me, quelling the nervous anger taking over my gut. “It’s not just one quiz…”
“Can I see it again?” she asks, holding out her hand.
“Ellie, I don’t—”
“Please?” She bats her eyes at me, laying it on a little thick but it still works like magic.
I pull the quiz out of my bag and hand it to her. “Coach told me I’m in danger of academic probation next semester if I don’t get my grades up,” I admit.
“Well, that’s not good…” Her eyes scan the page and she points towards the bottom. “Did you even use the quadratic formula here?”
“The what?”
She rolls her eyes. “I guess not.”
“I’ll get a tutor or something,” I shrug. “The athletic center should provide one for me.”
Eliza clicks her tongue. “Sure, you can get a university-sponsored tutor that’ll lick your toes and do the work for you because if you don’t get the grades then they don’t get paid, or…”
I wait for her to finish. “Or?”
She holds out the quiz and I take it back. “Or I could tutor you and you’ll actually learn something.”
“You’ll tutor me?”
“Sure, why not? Geometry is a piece of cake.”
“You’ll help me get my grade up?”
“Yeah.”
I pause, studying her sly eyes. “You’re not… jealous of this potential toe-licking tutor, are you?”
She scoffs but looks away fast. “No… besides, it’ll provide a decent excuse if we ever get caught in public together.”
I come around to idea quickly, especially if it means more private study room fingerings of Eliza Pierce. “And what do you want in return?”
“Well… what are you willing to give me?”
“Whatever you want.”
She chuckles. “That is one dangerous bargain, Junior Morgan.”
“Tell me what you want,” I say, watching her bite her bottom lip and wishing I was doing it instead.
“I’ll think about it.” She snatches the quiz out of my hand again. “I’ll look this over to see what you’re doing wrong. Then we can meet back here tomorrow?”
“Sounds good.”
She twists away and steps towards the door. “Bye, Junior.”
“Wait…” I block her path. “Kiss me.”
“Why?”
“Because I told you to.”
Her lips press together in rebellion but she pushes up onto her toes anyway. I cup her cheeks as she kisses me, holding her for as long as I want her to be there.
“Bye, Ellie.”
She stares up at me for a long moment before opening the door and walking out into the silent library.
Once she’s gone, I heave a hard breath, feeling my raging hard-on tearing a hole in my zipper.
Down, boy.
Chapter 14
Eliza
My phone chimes and I reach into my pocket to check the new text message from Junior.
We won. I’ll see you in an hour.
A reflexive smile spreads across my face before I text him back.
On my way over.
I stuff the phone back into my pocket and push open the door to Junior’s room.
The anticipation got to me. I’ve been following the game’s score online for the last few hours, fighting a losing battle against checking it every minute.
The lead bounced back and forth since the beginning. They scored then we scored then they scored again. The odds of me having to be here at all were fifty-fifty.
But here I am. Not because of the odds, not because of a silly bet we made.
Because I want to be here.
I walk around his room, easily tempted to sift through his belongings. His desk is a mess with papers stacked on every corner, weighed down by used textbooks, along with his most recent geometry homework.
I plop down onto his desk chair and twitch as something soft breaks my fall. I reach behind me and pull it out, freezing when I realize that it’s the teddy bear we won at the arcade. Soft, brown fur. Little, black eyes. I completely forgot about it after I left it behind in his van after the date.
I set it down in my lap and pull his math homework closer. A rush of pride washes over me. He’s checking his work and everything. This must be what a coach feels like when a kicker finally nails a field goal.
I go over it in pencil, marking any mistakes he’s making so I know what to go over with him later.
But I didn’t exactly come here just to correct his homework.
I set my bag down on his bed and pull out the high heels I stashed in the bottom.
My heart races faster with each piece of clothing I strip off. Junior was very specific about what he wanted tonight and I’ve been fantasizing all day about making it happen. To be honest, I probably would have been here even if the team did lose. I’m not about to admit that to him, though…
I hear his front door open and my heart pounds even faster.
I grab the red lipstick from my bag and spread it over my lips before settling beneath his covers.
My body throbs with eager anticipation as I try to imagine what his expression will be like and what he’ll do when he sees me this way. Will he instantly kick off his shoes and dive into the bed? How much foreplay will there be? I suppose the last week has been nothing but foreplay between us. I’ve been wet and ready for days now and judging by the constant erection he’s been hoping I wouldn’t notice, it’s safe to assume that he’s good to go right now, too. I chuckle, wondering if he’s been rock hard for the entire bus ride back to campus.
The door cracks open and Junior walks in with his phone attached to his ear. “Yeah, I’ll meet you there, Ty. Just gonna freshen up—”
His eyes land on me and he doesn’t even bother saying goodbye before hanging up his phone.
“You know…” he says, kicking the door closed. “I wasn’t serious about the whole naked in heels thing.”
“Are you complaining?”
He looks down my curve, gently obscured by his bed sheet. “No.”
“Then shut the fuck up.”
Junior laughs and drops his bag to the floor. “How long have you been here?”
“A few minutes,” I lie. “Do you have somewhere you need to be tonight?”
“No.”
I look at his phone. “Isn’t Ty waiting on you?”
He tosses it onto his desk. “Ty won’t even notice I’m not there once he gets drinking.”
“Are you sure?”
He smiles. “Why? You got somewhere else to be?”
“No.”
He leans against his desk and crosses his arms. His eyes constantly roam me and I feel like his prey. I’m trapped in the lion’s den counting down the moments until his hunger overwhelms him and he strikes at me.
I grow more anxious with each breath but he’s holding back, prolonging the torment and watching me squirm.
“How was the game?” I ask, pretending not to care.
“It was…” He sighs and his expression shifts from the familiar, devious intent. “Amazing.”
“Really?”
He pushes off the desk and paces at the foot of the bed. “Yeah, I mean… it was frustrating.”
“Why?”
“We just couldn’t pull ahead for longer than a few minutes at a time,” he explains. “I thought it was over.
We all did. We were tired and annoyed and ready to throw in the towel but then… your dad completely turned it around.”
I instantly regret asking. The last thing I want to think about is my father while I’m naked and horny. “Well, it’s all over now, right?”
“He just…” Junior’s eyes gloss over with admiration. “He never gave up on us. It was like he knew what we were capable of before we did and he knew exactly what to say to bring it out of us.” He stops pacing and sits down beside me on the bed. “I’ve never had a coach like your dad, Ellie. He’s like… the missing piece of me that I needed to really believe in myself.”
There’s a sharp pain in my chest. “That must be a good feeling.”
“It is!” he says, still smiling. “Once it was over, I heard the crowd chanting and screaming for us and he walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder. He didn’t say a word, it was just—” His hand slaps onto my bare shoulder and squeezes. “It felt awesome. Of all the players on the team, Cary Pierce did that to me.”
His hand drops from my skin and I wonder if he’s forgotten how naked I am. I certainly feel more naked than I did five minutes ago.
“Congratulations, Junior,” I mutter. “You’re officially the son Cary Pierce never had.”
I sit up and hold his sheet tighter around me so it doesn’t slip as I throw my feet to the floor.
“Wait…” he says, softly gripping my elbow. “Okay, what did I do?”
“Nothing. Can we…” I keep hold of the sheet as I stand up and Junior rises to let me take it with me. “Can we stick a pin in the whole praising my father thing until after we’ve…”
His jaw sags. “Oh, right. Yeah…” he chuckles. “Shit. Of course. You’re… you’re naked and I’m over here talking about your—”
“It’s okay. Let’s just…” I make a short, stabbing motion. “Pin it.”
“Consider it pinned.” He holds up his hands and his eyes fall down my body again. “Completely pinned…”
“Thank you.”
Junior steps around the bed towards me and he smiles again. “I like the shoes.”
I look down at the floor and twist my ankle to get a better look at them. They’re my favorite pair of black, strappy heels and I save them exclusively for special occasions. Feels a little wasted now.
“Thanks,” I say, still a little annoyed.
He stares at me for a moment, easily reading the hostile emotions in me. “Come here,” he demands, holding out his hand.
I keep the sheet in place with a tight grip while he guides me to his desk.
“Ellie…” he whispers. “Tell me what went through your mind that day in the locker room.”
I sigh, remembering how he used my father to get me to go out with him. “I thought, ‘what a manipulative jackass.’”
Junior laughs and reaches for his shirt collar. “Before that…” He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his bare, muscled torso. “I want to know what you were thinking when it was just the two of us…”
I breathe deep as his hands reach for his belt. My heat spikes and I wait to see more of that rigid V-shape traveling down his body.
He stops the zipper halfway down. “Ellie…” His hand nudges my chin, drawing my eyes up to his. “It’s just the two of us here now. I want you to remember how you felt back then. I want that girl...” He leans forward and slides his lips over my cheek. “The one that quivered against me. The one that touched me with shaking fingers. I want that girl in my bed tonight.”
Phantom shower steam fills my lungs and my brow breaks out in the thick, humid air. Junior pushes the zipper the rest of the way and I look down to watch him slide his pants to the floor.
He stands before me, naked and aroused, just like that day in the locker room and my body responds just like it did before.
“Ellie…” he whispers. “Do you see what you do to me — what you still do to me?” I nod, knowing what he’ll ask me next. “Do I still do the same to you?”
My grip on the sheet loosens but I don’t drop it yet. “Yes…”
He leans forward, pinning me against his desk. “I wanted to take you then,” he admits. “I wanted to hold you against the locker and—” He crushes his lips on mine. I sigh into the kiss, melting like crazy for him. He pulls away with closed eyes, holding back. “Did you want me, too?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He kisses me again, this time harder and firmer. “I felt your touch on me for hours. I couldn’t shake it. I needed it.”
My fingers twitch on their own and they wrap around his hard cock. He inhales sharply and cups my face, digging his fingers into my cheeks as he massages our tongues together. I stroke him slowly, imagining what his thickness will feel like when he’s finally inside.
“Tell me again what you told me last week,” he whispers with baited breath. “What you said I could do to you if we won.”
“I said…” My lips shake. “I said you could fuck my brains out.”
He smiles. “You want it, don’t you?”
I nod, practically falling apart against him.
“Say it.”
“Yes,” I answer. “I want you to fuck my brains out.”
Junior reaches for the sheet and pulls it from my weak grasp.
My skin bleeds warmth. His touch shocks my system, firing ripples of pleasure across my skin wherever his fingers graze me. I lay his cock against my folds and he groans for it.
“Let me inside of you, Ellie,” he says, barely letting his lips leave mine as he speaks. He reaches down my open knees and I raise them up to embrace his hips. “I want to feel what it’s like… just for a second.”
I bite my lip, hesitating while my body betrays reason. Everything throbs; a constant, sexual metronome of heat and desire that I can’t control. I look down at his huge cock in my hand, thinking I’m in total control but I’m not. His bare skin on mine. His raw, animal nature taking over me. The temptation is more than I can stand.
Just for a second.
I guide him down to align us and I keep my eyes on him as I guide his cock inside. The pleasure is instantaneous, igniting more lust than I’d ever thought possible before.
My entire body twitches as he pushes in as far as he can go. I want him to thrust me but he fights the desire to.
His nails dig into my hips, nearly breaking my skin. The pain teases my core and my throbbing intensifies. My body nears climax already, forced to the edge by just one fill of him.
He lets go of me and steps back to pull himself out, exhaling a hard breath from the bottom of his lungs.
I moan at the perfect sensation of him moving in me and I’d do anything to feel it just one more time. There’s temptation in his eyes to keep fucking me but he spins around and walks over to his bedside table instead.
I stay put, unable to move or think as he grabs a condom from the drawer and tears it open with his teeth. He returns to me with the rubber rolled down his cock and he takes hold of me so fast it makes me dizzy.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he grunts.
I obey, raising my knees and locking my heels together behind him. My body melts into his skin, blissfully lost in ecstasy as he thrusts inside again.
The fire in me explodes as he fucks me, moans falling from me faster than his pulsing hips can grind.
He grips my body and kisses me, absorbing my vibrating tongue but I can’t stop moaning for him.
“Junior…” I cry out his name, drawing an instant smile to his lips. “Harder.”
A light chuckle escapes him as he leans forward to whisper in my ear. “Oh, Ellie… I’m just getting started on you.” His words shake me to the core and he rocks me with several firm thrusts. “I told you I’d ruin you and I always keep my promises.”
Junior lifts me off the desk and turns us around. My head spins, overwhelmed with dizzy desire as he drops me onto his bed. He pulls me towards him, bending and shaping me how he wants and I open myself to take every last inch of him.<
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“You can come as much as you want, Ellie…” he chuckles, “but you’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you.”
He leans down to kiss me and guides my arms above my head to pin me in place beneath him. I lie back with my legs up, pinching his sides as he moves in me.
I’ve spent the last few weeks torturing Junior Morgan, waving my pussy out in front of his nose and now that he’s got it, I start to wonder whether he’ll ever leave it. His eyes burn with passionate fire and his entire body breathes with lust — constantly moving as I writhe beneath him. His hands never stop touching and feeling me and my skin responds with a constant surge of pleasure blooms.
He shoves his hand between us, masterfully stroking my clit to make sure I’m satisfied and I melt against his fingertips.
Junior draws the first orgasm from me and he pauses to watch the expressions dance across my face. He leans down to steal a kiss, tasting my moans while pounding a steady rhythm inside. The sensation dominates me and I dissolve into a fierce rattle of uncontrollable laughter and groans.
I’d heard Junior Morgan was good — but this is amazing.
Chapter 15
Junior
I draw a line along Eliza’s naked hip, tracing up and down for what must be the two-hundredth time but neither of us seems to care.
Usually, I’d come up with an excuse at this point. Tonight was fun, babe, but I got an early practice in the morning. I’ll see you out. Something plausible but strategic to remind them of who I am and how lucky they were to even be here.
But right now, the thought doesn’t even cross my mind as I stare over at Eliza. I’m just lying here, looking into the stunning ocean currents she calls eyes, refusing to look at the clock because I know that doing so will put a limit on this moment.
“What?” she asks, smiling gently with her head on my pillow.
“Nothing,” I reply, letting my fingertips dance along her skin.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like it’s just an intermission.”
I laugh. “Maybe it is.”
She props herself up on her elbow. “Bullshit.”
