Fourth Down and Dirty: A Bad Boy Sports Romance

by Kristen Flowers

  When the tingles started to disappear, I pulled the pillow down enough to look at him and saw he was knelt over me, putting on a condom.

  I watched him, holding my breath.

  I looked at her. Ivy nodded and I nestled myself between her legs. Both of us looked into each other’s eyes for a moment. The entire world felt still and silent. I reached down between us and eased myself inside. I stared at her the entire time. I wanted to memorize the way her expression looked as I slipped in. She was more than enough to hold my interest for the rest of my life.

  I held myself deep inside her for a moment as I took the time to lean forward and press my lips against hers. I kissed her slowly with building passion until I finally started slide my shaft back out until I was out completely. I moved my hand between our bodies to grab hold of my manhood, rubbing the throbbing head along her soaking slit and circling it over her sensitive spot. Ivy moaned and reached back behind her head to grab the pillow tightly. My hips rocked forward and I slid the entire length back inside before starting to thrust in and out, the rhythm slow and steady at first.

  Once I had her whimpering I picked up the pace, lips attached the side of her neck and one hand fondling her bouncing breast. I loved the feeling of her hot body writhing underneath me, our skin gleaming with a sheen of sweat rubbing together. I could feel a million sparks throughout my entire body every time my eyes locked onto hers. I had never experienced anything like this. Sex had never felt like this before. Everything I had done was more than worth the challenge and the wait to have her. Ivy was someone special—someone I truly cared about.

  I brushed her lips with mine, taking in her breath, a hand wandering down to grab hold of her small waist.

  I gripped her tightly and kissed down her chest over her shirt.

  “Why is this still on?” I whined, but chuckled afterward. I pulled her up and gripped the hem of her shirt, yanking it up over her head. I unclasped her bra and she pulled it off, barely having a chance to throw it across the room before my mouth was already attached to one of her hard nipples. She sucked in a breath of air and shut her eyes, holding onto my shoulder as she reveled in the sensations of my wet and warm tongue sliding around her nipples. The room filled with the rhythmic slapping of our bodies as I drew back and slammed forward. She wrapped her legs around me and started rocking her hips, moaning louder before covering her mouth back up.

  I pulled back to look at her, grabbed her wrist, and rather roughly yanked to pull her hand off of her mouth.

  “No need to hide here,” I told her.

  Ivy knew she had screwed herself out of any claim of innocence the moment my teammate watched her go upstairs. I knew what she was thinking though, letting the house full of football players hear her sounds of pleasure was taking it too far. But when I pushed her back down to the bed and pulled her legs over my shoulders to penetrate deeper, she stopped caring. It was all a lost cause anyway and she was already enjoying the moment.

  Her eyes clenched tight as she moaned. I was marveling at how amazing it felt to have her tight little body envelope around my entire length. I started thrusting faster than before and held onto her hips, digging my thumbs into her flesh. I was dominant and almost aggressive, but by the way her voice skipped and moaned—she loved every bit of it.

  “Fuck,” I groaned.

  The muscles in my neck tensed and my face reddened. I wanted to keep taking things slow with her, but it wasn’t possible anymore. I wanted her so badly for so long and now that I had her, I could only hold back so long. I gripped her hips even tighter and repeatedly pulled her against my shaft, lifting her hips with each thrust. She moaned and cried out, holding onto the edge of the bed like her life depended on it. The rhythmic slapping was loud and fast. My eyes locked onto her face as her jaw clenched tight.

  In an instant I came, thrusting forward one last time and trembling against her rolling hips.

  I knew she expected me to pull out of her and collapse on the bed, but I wanted to make her come so I pulled her to sit on me and expertly maneuvered my fingers into her. I worked her from the inside, thumbing her clit, until her entire body tensed up and she let out choking sounds of pleasure. Her eyes rolled back and her breath stopped.

  “Oh,” she gurgled out, “Oh!”

  Her entire body shook and she fell back on the bed, chest heaving with every breath she took. I looked at her beautiful face and hot body with a satisfied smile before rolling onto my side. I took off the condom and threw it in the trash bin before grabbing a tissue off the nightstand to clean myself up.

  Ivy was already on her side, facing me, when I turned to look at her. She had a dreamy look in her eyes and it was the most relaxed I had ever seen her.

  “You look stunning,” I said.

  I knew we had long ago lost track of time, but I didn’t care. For once, I knew she didn’t care either. Ivy blushed and buried her face in her hands but I was quick to pull them down. I kissed her. Even though we had just finished, I wanted to be inside her again and feel her body against mine. I needed all night with her so I could keep good on my promise.

  “They won’t say anything, will they?” Ivy finally asked, breaking the long and comfortable silence between us. She motioned toward my bedroom door at the general direction of the rest of the house where my teammates were.

  “’Course not,” I assured her as I kissed her forehead to stifle a chuckle. “It’s cute, you know that? You’ll never stop worrying about something.”

  “I take my job seriously,” she defended.

  “You take life seriously,” I bit back. Then I took her lips in mine and nibbled at them, sucked on them, before kissing her deep and strong. “So seriously,” I whispered against her lips, “That you insist on hiding that hot, hot body from the world.”

  “What?” she asked as she playfully smacked me on the arm and giggled.

  “Oh come one, like you don’t know your body is just made for sex?”

  “Not at all!”

  She went to grip my shoulders, but I was too quick for her. I rolled her to lay on top of me and I felt her wet center rub against my bare shaft. Ivy shivered and I gulped. I placed a hand on the small of her back, the other right on the side of her breast, and kissed her deeply. I could smell her beautiful scent everywhere and every inch of my skin that touched her felt like it was on fire. I had never been so attracted to anyone in my life. She rolled her hips a little, causing friction between us. I was already starting to get hard again and she knew I could feel her wetness against me. She breathed heavily against my lips and looked into my eyes.

  “I like keeping my promises,” I told her. Ivy bit her lower lip, more than ready for round two already. She was incredible.

  I reached over to my nightstand without taking my eyes off her and grabbed another condom, which she snatched from my fingers. She shimmied down and rolled it onto my length and stroked, eyes lighting up when she took in the sight of my size. I was the kind of guy who would joke about how big I was only I wasn’t lying.

  She moved back up to straddle me, gripping the base of my shaft and slowly lowering herself onto me until I was completely inside. She let out a long, low moan, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. I looked up to take in the view of her large, perfect breasts glistening with sweat and her flat stomach tensing as she started to move up and down on top of me. Her breasts bounced with her movement, keeping me in a near hypnotized trance.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” I muttered, grabbing onto her small waist and guiding her rhythm as she bounced up and down.

  I wanted to feel her deeper than before and now I was ready to take it slow all the way through. I ran my hand up her side and over her chest until it was on the front of her shoulder so I could push her back. She leaned back, holding onto my shins for support, and it took every ounce of self-control for me not to just stare at her perfect breasts pointing up at the ceiling.

  I reached up with both hands and grabbed them, felt them, and pinche
d her nipples. She writhed down and squeezed her muscles around my length, pulling a loud groan of pleasure out of me. I sat up abruptly and held her tight against me as she kept working her body up and down, up and down.

  The sound of our heavy pants filled the electrified air. I brushed her damp hair off her face and kissed her, easing her onto her back as I did.

  I pulled out and kissed over her chest and down her stomach until I was licking and nibbling along her hipbones. Ivy wriggled underneath my hands. She gasped when I slipped three fingers into her at the exact moment I flicked her clit with my tongue.

  “Landon,” she breathed out, her hands hurriedly moving down to find the back of my head as she moved her hips up against my face. I continued to work my fingers in and out, sometimes hooking them upward to hit a spot that almost made her scream. She draped her long, shapely legs over my shoulders. I got her practically humping my face and fingers until I felt the taste of her come on my tongue.

  “Fuck! Fuck!” she cried out, not holding back even for a second. When her grip finally let up, I lifted my head to look at her. She was flushed a bright red. The immense pleasure was undeniable in her eyes.

  I gave her a few seconds to catch her breath before wrapping my hand under her. I held her and turned her onto her stomach abruptly, grabbing her and pulling her lower body up so she bent her knees and her ass was in the air. I kneaded her flesh with a smile before slipping a finger into her wetness from behind.

  “Oh my god!” She yelped.

  “I want to fuck you from behind,” I told her gruffly. Ivy moaned. I aimed myself at her entrance and debated on just ramming it into her, but decided that wasn’t what I was going for. I wanted to take my time and fuck her right, bring her to orgasm again and again.

  I reached forward and gripped her shoulder as I slid myself inside. I started moving in and out tantalizingly slow until I had her begging for me to go faster.

  “Come on. More,” she complained between strained breaths.

  I smirked and picked up the pace, bending my knee to kneel for more leverage so I went in deeper than before. She moaned and cried out as I hit the deepest spot of her each time, especially when I leaned forward and rested my body against her back. I reached around to fondle her breasts and tease her nipples, not letting up on my thrusting even a little bit.

  Ivy pushed back against me and moaned. I continued to thrust while holding onto one of her hands and guiding it down so she rubbed her own clit with my guidance. It wasn’t long before she was writhing against me and moaning louder and louder until her entire body shook and trembled.

  I felt her wetness drip against her skin as she fell forward on the bed and muttered, “I’ve never come so many times or so hard in one night.”

  I leaned in and bit her ear playfully, “Well, I’m here to fix that. This is just the beginning.”

  Ivy shuddered against me in anticipation. I eased her onto her back before pulling her up so that we both sat face-to-face. I kissed her, long and slow, as I slid my length inside. It wasn’t until I was all the way in that she broke the kiss and stared at me, eyes wide.

  “Wow,” she gasped out.

  She closed her legs around me and started to rock her hips with enthusiasm. The sensation was amazing, but what made it all the more intense was the way her eyes stared at me so intently. I held her close, but didn’t divert my gaze. We kept to the same position for a while until our excitement built up too much.

  She laid back and I pulled out of her so I could roll her over onto her side. I climbed behind her and we spooned as I slid back into her. I wrapped an arm under her, my hand holding hers. She trembled against me as I pushed deep, tracing my fingertips up and down her thigh.

  I kissed her neck and she craned to look at me as I pushed deeper and deeper, picking up the pace. I cupped her ass and squeezed before rolling her onto her stomach, continuing to thrust against her. Ivy moaned and stretched forward, grasping at the bed sheets.

  “Fuck you feel so good,” I muttered against the back of her neck.

  She didn’t say a word. I could tell she wanted to by the breathy moans skipping out of her, but she couldn’t put anything in to words. All she could do was whimper and claw at the covers as I pushed her toward another orgasm. She pushed her back against me so I could go even deeper. I quickly reached around to rub her clit. I pressed and brushed it between two fingers until she finally broke. Her muscles clenched like mad and she shook all over as my body repeatedly smacked against her backside. That was all it took for me to come as well. I jerked my hips forward as I finished, holding tight, until I finally pulled out.

  By the time I had thrown away the condom and finished cleaning up, Ivy had actually fallen asleep. I kissed her forehead, smelled her hair, and smiled. She looked peaceful and gorgeous as ever. I quietly left the balcony doors ajar with the curtains closed, and held her tight as the fresh air lulled me to sleep.

  I woke up the next morning to find her rushing around the room in a near panic as she gathered up all her clothes.

  “What’s the matter?”

  “My mother! I have to check on her.” She said as she threw her shirt back over her head.

  I jumped out of bed to help her before pulling her into a hug. “I think she was fine,” I muttered against her hair. “I saw her working outside yesterday.”

  “But she shouldn't be in the sun too much and that was yesterday. What if she isn’t okay today and I’m not there for her?” She pulled out of my arms and quickly dressed, grabbing her bag and crashing out of the bedroom door. I threw on whatever clothes I could find quickly and chased after her. It would be faster if I gave her a ride.

  We rushed to her house and as soon as we got there she burst in.

  “Mom!” Ivy called for her mother at the top of her voice, worry written all over her face.

  Less than minute later, her mother stepped into view and looked at Ivy in confusion. It was clear she was wondering what all the fuss was about. When Ivy sighed in relief her mom looked between her and I curiously with a smile.

  I cleared my throat and stepped forward, “Good morning, I’m Landon Bryce.”

  Her mother smiled and shook my hand, “Pleasure to finally meet you.”

  It had been a week since my night with Landon. Except for one tutoring session, which we both struggled to keep completely professional. It was the season for major assignments and tests so both of us were kept busier than ever. Especially because Landon had to make sure his grades didn’t start to slip.

  My phone chirped with a text message.

  “I’ve got a big test in history and can't remember anything.”

  I chuckled. It was an excuse to get me over there, just like last time, and I was pretty sure he knew I would see right through it.

  “Time to brush up,” came my swift response. He could always count on me to be serious. He had told me it was something he actually liked about me. In some ways we struck a great balance with each other.

  “I need to be properly motivated,” he responded.

  I was sitting at the table on the back porch of my house, enjoying the perfect weather to get some work done outdoors. I was done with tutoring sessions for the day and the online assignments I had to turn in. Now I was just busy reviewing notes and making flash cards in preparation for my exam coming up. Of course I had an A in the class, but I had to work hard to make sure it stayed that way.

  As soon as I read his message I smiled. It was just another one of his ploys to get me to his place and in his bed. I wasn’t exactly opposed to it though. I packed up my stuff, thinking I had to be strong to motivate him and get some work of my own done. At the back of my mind, however, I knew there was a slim chance of that actually happening.

  “Mom,” I poked my head into the living room, “Will you be okay if I got out for a while?” She turned to smile knowingly at me and nodded. I could tell my mother wanted to make a funny remark to embarrass me, but was holding back. That was something I was et
ernally grateful for. As much as I knew she loved me, I hated being embarrassed. Especially since I wasn’t even used to this whole relationship thing with Landon.

  I dashed over to give her a kiss on the cheek before practically skipping out the front door. I hadn’t even bothered to change my outfit or check my appearance, but given I was wearing a spaghetti strap shirt with no bra and comfortable shorts that showed off my legs, I was pretty sure Landon would like what he saw.

  I pressed on the doorbell and the same guy opened the door.

  “Noah,” he chuckled, pointing at his own chest. I couldn’t remember if he actually introduced himself last time, but I muttered a ‘hello’ and dashed past him to head upstairs.

  I knocked on Landon’s bedroom door. He opened it at once and raked his eyes over my body from head to toe with approval. There was something about the way he looked at me, something that happened when we had sex, that helped me feel a bit more comfortable around him. He left no doubt in my mind that he found me irresistible. Besides, the logical side of my nerd-brain told me a guy like Landon wouldn’t keep calling if he wasn’t interested.