The Hot Shots: Prequel (Indiana Panthers Book 0)

by K. M. Bishop

  Her moans were soft at first, but quickly growing louder by the second. They filled me with a humming sensation that grew the sound inside of my own ears, soon drowning out all of my conscious thoughts. My head leaned back against the pillow. My neck was sore but I let the pain go. It had no place here.

  I wasn’t sure how Codi had gotten into my room, but I didn’t question such beautiful gifts. She was here. I’d been awakened by her angelic presence and the she had begun to take me for her own. And it was glorious.

  Her mouth worked its way down my chin and then moved to the side of my neck where she suckled for a moment and then bit quietly into my flesh. Then she pulled back to giggle her sweet giggle. I loved it so much. My whole body wanted to get inside of her.

  Her mouth moved down to my chest. It was at this moment I became aware that I was naked, though I did not remember taking off my clothes. I didn’t care. Either she’d done it or I had done it myself in preparation for this blissful moment. I was ready for her.

  Soon, her mouth was nearing my crotch. The long, golden hair was brushing against me softly eliciting a perfect response. I was so hard. My main appendage was primed and ready for her. As she moved her mouth to my lower abdomen and into my groin area, the side of her face was touching me, which only made my member grow harder and longer for her as if displaying to her a magnificent gift for the queen. It was all ready for her. I existed only to give her pleasure.

  She kissed me softly. I rose even higher. The thickness was stretching my skin broader and longer. I’d never been so turned on before.

  And suddenly I was inside her mouth.

  “OH! “I groaned. I worried that I might actually finish too soon. No… I had to keep it going for a bit longer. I wanted to feel her. Never could I forgive myself if I didn’t last until it was truly time to let my pleasure consume me.

  “How do you like that?” She asked. Her hands were stroking me up and down and squeezing me hard, almost too hard. But I loved it.

  “Yes… harder!”

  She laughed and continued to please me.

  Suddenly, the sensation was gone from my girth, and my face was being overloaded with sensations as Codi brought her sex down on my face. My tongue darted upwards into her and I began to lick furiously, trying my best to fulfill my desire to taste every single inch of this total object of desire.

  My head was full of swirling thoughts and feelings. It felt like someone was smothering my brain with pleasure. And my body was responding. I was so hard. I wanted the sensation of her touch so badly that I had to resort to grabbing myself as I continued to eat at her essence.

  “None of that,” She said smacking my hand.

  I smiled while my mouth performed inside of her. The juices were flowing into me. The taste was sweet, soft, and all consuming. I never wanted to leave this perfect world.

  But suddenly, I was leaving it.

  Codi moved her body off my face and glided down to my thick member which was waiting for her touch below. She grabbed it softly at first, and then roughly put it in place as she dropped her body down on top of it.

  “Yes!” I yelled as the bliss enveloped me, head to toe. My passion soared through my body and I couldn’t stop myself from writhing beneath her. It was like my body wanted to crawl out of my skin because the pleasure was just too much.

  “Let me ride you!” She yelled.

  Her hips bucked against me, hip bone to hip bone, as our private desires took flesh and manifested their wicked plans of total bliss against each other. She was grinding me hard, slipping me in and out of her, but her core was careful not to let me out completely. The sensations continued.

  I knew I was going to climax very soon. I’d held it together as long as I could, but nothing else would enter my mind except the desire to empty every single bit of my sweet seed into her Goddess body.

  Looking up into her face, I could see the passions rising inside of her. The eyes were filled with a mix of anger and total annihilation. She wanted to smother me with her climax. And I wanted that, too. Codi licked her lips vigorously and then threw her head back as she moaned loudly.

  “I’m coming!” Codi yelled loudly above me. Her voice was loud and forceful. I wondered how many other people below us could hear her? Or what about next door? I didn’t care; I was just curious. I hoped they all knew how much ecstasy we were both giving each other. And a part of me hoped they were jealous.

  “Oh…yeah… ugh…!” I moaned loudly as I tried to vocalize something, but failed miserably.

  My body rocketed with the pleasure as the eruption left my body and entered hers.

  I was literally shaking head to toe as if I were going into some other state of being, another place of consciousness. I felt like I was rising up out of my skull, floating past my brain, and emptying out into the world somehow.

  And then I was back just in time to see the total shock and the epic orgasm happening in Codi’s eyes. Then I felt the explosion of pleasure inside of her body as she came hard all over me. I continued to move up and down inside of her and propel her climax to an even greater state.

  Her voice was breaking as the air kept getting interrupted from the way her body was clenching and shaking with behind the quaking violence of her amazing come.

  And then she collapsed on top of me. Her body was gasping in and out as fast as she could to get the oxygen replaced in her body for her desperate muscles. I listened to her for several minutes before I attempted to speak. The silence in the room was comforting.

  And then I was alone. She was gone.

  I was there in my bed, a darkened room, and a wet bed. I was caked with sweat. My whole body was basically quivering, and I had finished in my boxer shorts.

  A dream. That’s all it had been. A wonderful, erotic, sexual, and very wet dream. I hadn’t had one of those in years.

  Codi… wow… what a woman.

  I desperately wanted to be with her.

  But was it the right decision?

  CHAPTER 4

  KIP

  I knew I was going to miss the pass the moment it came down towards me. The throw was perfect and I had all the room in the world to grab the ball and wrap it up, but I just boggled it. I couldn’t explain it. Somehow the ball twisted around in my hands and fell to the ground.

  I slowed up, picked the ball up from the ground, and began jogging back to the group. I was about to apologize to Chance, our quarterback when I saw Coach Smith striding towards me with an outraged look on his face.

  Oh, what now? The guy was a loser.

  “What the hell was that?” Smith yelled getting close to my face.

  I stood up even straighter and stepped forward so that my nose was almost touching his. This moron was not going to intimidate me. Didn’t he know who I was? I’m Kip Raynes. My father is Chuck Raynes. He is practically Hollywood royalty. And even though I hated my father, this jerk didn’t need to know that and he should have known that my father could make life very difficult for him if I just said the word.

  “That was a bad pass,” I said.

  “Please! That was right to you. Now you might have been the king at your high school, but that type of laziness is not going to cut it around here. You’d better shape up or you’ll be riding the bench all season. Do I make myself clear?”

  I laughed. This was hilarious. No one had ever dared talk to me in any such fashion without getting their nose broken. I wanted to belt this guy across the face so badly, but it would have just been a huge hassle of getting kicked out of school and then another hassle of finding out how much money it would be to get me back in school. My father would probably have to make a hefty donation or something.

  So I decided to keep my hands to myself. But I wasn’t going to back down from the twerp either.

  “Who the hell do you think you’re talking to? You might be used to screaming at players like they are animals at your last school, but that type of stuff isn’t going to fly here. You’d better shape up and watch your
toes, coach.”

  I said that last word with a sneer of total derision and a mocking chuckle. Yeah, the guy was now seeing nothing but red. I could practically make out a bead of steam fleeing from both ears. The other players were gathered around this now and the look of shock on their faces was enough to make me proud of my actions. I have always loved an audience.

  “Get off my field! You are done for today. I think you need to think about what you are doing here. If you don’t wise up I’ll boot you from this team. You can mark my words!” The coach yelled.

  I stood there in disbelief. Was this punk really kicking me off the team? I guessed I did push him past that point. Whatever. I’d be back.

  “You are an idiot,” I said. “Only one of us is leaving this team.”

  I turned away and walked off the field nice and slow. I loved the way everyone was looking at me. It made me feel powerful and it gave me a kind of weird charge.

  I especially loved the way some of the girls watching practice were checking me out. They were so beautiful. I didn’t know any of them; this was my first semester at Indiana, having spent my first two years at USC. I was tired of the Los Angeles scene and decided that I would go somewhere with a much better football program. And it was a better program, until this coach showed up. The timing was just not right.

  No matter. If I got kicked off the team, I would make a phone call and talk to my dad, who would set some things right. In the meantime, I’d let the coach re-evaluate the way he was treating me and I looked forward to his groveling apology.

  Yeah, it was good to me sometimes.

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  “That was a nice little show today,” Jacob said to me as I grabbed another beer from the cooler.

  We were all hanging out at Tony Ryder’s room for a bit of a first week of school party. Classes had started a few days ago. I was already tired of the mundane boredom of it all. Waking up each day to be somewhere at a certain place and time and then listening to professors regurgitate the same old garbage in and out. No thanks. I would pass.

  I popped open the beer and sat back down on the couch where I’d been sitting. The party was only slightly lame, as there were about fifty people there. Apparently, there was a bigger party across campus at the Sigma Pi house. No matter. It was good to hang out with people we actually knew, and I was too tired to bother with meeting some new ladies tonight, which was rare for me. But sometimes a fella needed a break.

  “Thanks,” I said. “I’m very glad you enjoyed it.”

  “Do you think the coach will kick you out, like he said? You didn’t stick around to see how mad he got afterwards. He had us all running laps until we puked, as if he was taking your crap out on us.”

  I laughed. “My bad, guys. Sorry.”

  “You should be,” Chance said. He had just arrived a few minutes before. I liked Chance. He was a decent guy, as was Jacob. But there were some real turkeys on the team, too. Guys who thought they were hot stuff, but really just didn’t know where they fit in. I’ve always had an over inflated ego, but I’ve also had the talent to back it up. That was a big difference.

  “It’s all good,” Chance replied. “You just need to keep the anger in check. I know that Coach Smith is a toad. We all hate his guts. But we are stuck with him for now.”

  I shook my head. “That’s the thing, though. It’s blatantly obvious to me that he is a psycho control freak who is going to lead us down a losing season if we follow his lead.”

  “Yeah, that has occurred to us. But I think we need to find a happy medium to somehow play the way we know how to play, while at the same time making sure he gets all the credit for it. The guy is a glory hog, right?”

  “Right,” Jacob said. His eyes wafted over towards a pretty blonde girl who had just arrived with a sexy brunette friend. Those two definitely looked like the right kind of trouble.

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” I said. “This could be an interesting night after all. Unless, you have dibs Jacob? You going to try your luck and see if those ladies are interested?”

  Jacob smiled and then shook his head. What?

  “No, I’ve decided to give up on women for a bit. Chance and me both. This is our year. We want to make it to the pros soon and we can’t afford any distractions.”

  I looked at them both like they were on drugs. What in the world was happening here?

  “You guys are swearing off women?” I laughed.

  Chance smiled and shrugged. He didn’t care what I thought. Another reason I liked him so much. Like me, he never gave a flip what anyone ever thought about him.

  “Yeah, you should try it,” Chance said with a relaxed smile.

  I paused and looked at both of them trying to decide who was pulling which leg.

  “No way,” I said. “I don’t think I can. Besides, I think that is old football superstition. It’s like those guys who never wash their socks all season. They want to play well, so everyone has to smell their stinky feet.”

  “Well, no one is trying to make you do it,” Jacob said. “But it’s something interesting to try.”

  “You really think it will help you play better?” I asked. I have never been superstitious in the least. This sounded like wacked out thinking. But I was curious to hear their thoughts.

  “It’s not really about that,” Chance said. “At least it’s not for me. I’m at the point in my life where I don’t want to sleep with every woman that I meet and happen to be attracted to. I want something more, something real. But with the goals I have laid out for myself having a relationship right now just doesn’t fit those plans. So, for me, that’s the reason.”

  “Interesting,” I said. “I’ve thought about trying to find that one special girl, but I’m not sure it’s going to happen any time soon. Hell, I’m only twenty-one years old. I have plenty of time, right?”

  “Yeah, we all do,” Chance said. “But when you know what you want, then you have to strive to get it without letting anything get in your way.”

  “That’s admirable,” I said.

  “So, what’s your dad like? I’m a big fan of his early movies,” Jacob said.

  I sighed. “So is he. Seriously, we’ve never gotten along that well.”

  “Why?”

  “He is a bit of a jerk. Actually, we are way more alike than I care to admit. We are both hyper stubborn and we don’t let anyone get an inch on us.”

  “How come you never went into acting?” Chance said. “You’re a great football player, but is acting something that has never been on the radar for you, considering who your father is?”

  “Yeah, I’ve thought about it. Being Chuck’s son, how could I not? But growing up around the Hollywood scene, you get to know how much hypocrisy and junk there is that surrounds it. I wouldn’t want to do that any time soon. Maybe one day when football is over, if I’m looking for something else to do with my time. But right now, no. I don’t see myself getting involved in that business. Besides, the women out there are all psychotic. I’m not even exaggerating.”

  Jacob’s eyes lit up. “Now that sounds like they could be a lot of fun in bed.”

  I laughed. “That is actually true. But it’s not worth the horrendous drama and emotional outbursts you get sucked into.”

  Chance groaned. “Yeah, I’m kind of dealing with something like that myself.”

  “Really? Do tell.”

  He smiled. “This girl Lucinda, that I dated for a bit.”

  “I thought you broke up?” Jacob interrupted.

  “I did. We did. But she didn’t. She was going to Pitt, but I found out she is coming here now.”

  “Whoa,” I said. “That sounds like stalker territory. My cousin had a stalker girlfriend once. This woman would not leave him alone. He eventually had to get a restraining order against her after she almost got him fired. It got really crazy.”

  “Wow, man. What are you going to do?” Jacob asked.

  Chance took a drink of his
beer. “I don’t know. I just hope that she will eventually get the message that I don’t want a thing with her.”

  “Is she hot?” I asked.

  “Yes, very. But that’s not the point. We didn’t have much of a connection beyond the physical, at least there wasn’t for me. She apparently has fallen head over heels.”

  “No wonder you want to give up on women for a bit,” I teased.

  The guys laughed and slapped each other a high five.

  “When was your last serious relationship?” Jacob asked me.

  I thought a moment. “Serious? About six months. It was kind of a mutual breakup.”

  “What is that? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a mutual breakup,” Jacob said.

  “I don’t know. But I guess we were both sick of each other.”

  Just then Chance pulled his phone out of his pocket. He looked at the screen and total dread spread across his face. He looked shaken and a bit sullen.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “It’s her. Lucinda.”

  “What did she say?”

  He cleared his throat and began to read. “You think you can just disrespect me that way? No one turns me down. This isn’t over you bastard. You and I are meant for each other and nothing you say will change that. I love you and you love me.”

  I cringed as he finished. “Wow.”

  “Yeah. This is not good.”

  No. It wasn’t any good at all. But none of us had any idea exactly how bad things would get.