Root (Band Nerd Book 2)

by Danica Avet

  Anders

  As soon as we hit the locker room after our post-practice meeting, I barely spare the time to shed my pads and equipment before I veer for my locker like a junkie in need of a fix. Lena always sends me a text when she gets home from school or work and, while they might be no more than a short, “I’m home”, or “See you soon”, I’m addicted to them. Tight chuckles knowingly from his locker next to mine, as I snatch my phone off the shelf, eager to see what she’s written today.

  Wednesday

  6:12 p.m.

  Lena: It’s over…

  My heart seizes at the words. Over? What does she mean ‘it’s over’? Like we’re over? The sweat on my body goes cold. I don’t understand what happened. I mean, yeah I’ve heard girls are more emotional when they’re on their periods, but I’m pretty sure I haven’t done anything wrong. I know fuck all about PMS, except what I learned in Sex Ed back in high school, but I’ve heard other guys talking.

  Lena didn’t cry at the drop of the hat like I’ve heard happens. Nor did she scream at me for no reason. Yeah, she was a little cranky, but mostly she was sleepy and hurting. Which bothered me a lot. I hate seeing her in pain, so I did what I like done to me when I’m not feeling well. Besides, even without the sex, being with Lena isn’t a hardship. She’s so soft and sweet and when she cuddles in my lap, it’s like holding heaven in my arms.

  Yeah, yeah, I’m a complete sap when it comes to her, but that’s okay. Still, it doesn’t explain the text. I frown at my phone, tempted to respond. What would I say though? Ask her what she meant? No. I shake my head and put the phone in my backpack before slinging it over my shoulders. I’m not having this conversation with her via text. I need to see her, find out what’s going on, and how I can fix it.

  “Hey, you aren’t showering?” Tight asks as he grabs his toiletries from his locker.

  “No, I have to go.”

  He nods. “Women trouble, huh?”

  “Yeah,” I grunt as I slam my locker closed. Although it isn’t really trouble. Yet. And I’ll damn well fix it before it gets to that point. I have to. “Gonna jet.”

  “Good luck, man,” he calls out after me.

  I wave at Savage, who’s just heading to the shower, ignoring his quizzical expression. Even Coach looks at me as though he wants to ask what the rush is, but I put my head down and barrel out of the athletic complex. I’m trying not to panic. There’s a logical explanation for her text. There has to be.

  Lena’s not all about the drama like some of the chicks the other guys date. She isn’t high maintenance, doesn’t want to be glued to my side 24/7, and seems surprised instead of entitled when I do something for her. Like buying groceries. She gave me so much shit when I gave her money, as though I insulted her.

  I climb in the Bronco, slamming the door closed behind me harder than I need to. As if I expect her to feed me on her own dime. I eat a hell of a lot more than she does. Besides, she can’t live on Ramen noodles and veggies alone. By giving her money for groceries, it’s a win-win. She eats healthier, I get good, home cooked food, and she doesn’t fall behind on her rent or other bills.

  The drive from campus to her apartment seems to take forever, as scenario after scenario plagues me. Maybe she thought I wasn’t giving her enough attention? Maybe she found someone else? That one makes me feel violent, so I push it away. No, everything will be fine.

  Pulling into her driveway, I barely spare the time to grab my shit before I bound up the steps to her apartment. I want to just barge right in, storm the castle, but I force myself to knock on the door. As soon as the locks start to disengage, I’m aware of the sweat and dirt still covering me from practice.

  But the door’s already opening and I forget all about my appearance when I see Lena standing there. Her freshly washed hair floats around her shoulders in damp waves, her pink cheeks only emphasize her big brown eyes, and she smells like heaven.

  “Hey,” she chirps, her gaze bright and happy.

  I want to take her in my arms, to hug the hell out of her, but I need to know why she sent that text, yet still looks glad to see me.

  “It’s over?” I rumble, my emotions high.

  To my surprise, she nods. “It’s over.”

  Okay, that sound is my heart shattering. “Why?” I ask, running a hand through my sweaty hair. “Did I do something wrong? Say something to hurt your feelings?”

  She blinks at me, a frown taking the place of her beaming smile. “What?”

  “I just want to know why we’re over because I thought we were doing great. I mean,” I pause and try to compose myself. I feel like a complete pussy. I’m pretty sure I love this girl. I’m not ready for us to be over. “I don’t want us to be over, Lena.”

  She gapes at me. “You thought— No! That’s not what I meant,” she gasps. “I meant my period’s over.”

  Ever have one of those moments when you’re so relieved it’s as though all the strength leaves your body? Like you’ve been holding yourself together by sheer will alone and when you finally let go, you can barely stand on your own? Yeah, that’s how I feel right now. I actually have to reach out to grip the doorjamb to keep my feet.

  Lena’s arms come around my waist, hugging me tightly, her face burrowed in my chest. “I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I just wanted to tell you the good news. I didn’t think you’d think I was breaking up with you. God, no.”

  Her vehemence is a balm for to my soul. I need this girl in a way I’ve never needed anything or anyone before. Wrapping my free arm around her, I pull her in even closer, burying my nose in her soft hair. Yeah, it’s love. Nothing else could make me so happy, yet terrified at the same time.

  “I’m really sorry,” she says again, tilting her head back to look me in the eye. “I was just so excited that we could um…” She pauses, a bright blush staining her cheeks. “Uh, you know.”

  Just like that, my dick wakes up. It was already stirring just from looking at her, but knowing she was looking forward to getting reacquainted with it brought it to full, ready-to-go attention. The last few days have been heaven and hell. Being close to her and not being able to do more. She offered to relieve me, like I expected her to give me a blow job, but it didn’t seem right. There are lots of guys like that, but I didn’t have plans to become one of them, so I’d refused. It meant a lot of jacking off though, which doesn’t compare to being inside her. Not by a long shot.

  Now though, all bets are off.

  I take her lips in a soft, gentle kiss. One that I hope shows her just how much I love her without having to say the words. And it’s fucking awesome. Although apparently not what she wants. I only get a brief taste of her sweetness before she nips my lip, her tongue sliding into my mouth with carnal intent.

  I growl in my throat, wrapping her in both arms, devouring her. I need inside her, but first we need to get inside her apartment or I’ll end up fucking her out here on the landing. Walking her backwards without taking my lips away from hers, I slam the door shut behind us and lock it. I’ve been to her place enough to know my way around with my eyes closed, a skill I use now as I guide her to the bed. And Lena’s on board because her hands roam all over my back, her fingers gripping my ass tightly as we bump and shuffle our way across the apartment.

  Disengaging from the kiss, I give her a gentle shove that lands her on the bed with a bounce. She leans back on her hands, the move arching her back, a wicked little smile on her face.

  “Are you going to make me pay for scaring you?”

  My heart hammers as lust pulses through my body. Dropping my backpack from my shoulders, I reach down and grab the waistband of her shorts, making sure to snag her panties at the same time, and tear them down her long, lean legs. Forget my heart hammering; my dick tries to leap out of my basketball shorts. Her pussy is already glistening, ready for me. I want to dive right in, thrust into her right now, but it’s been days since I’ve tasted her and there’s no fucking way I’m going to pass up the chance to do it no
w.

  Without answering her, I drop to my knees between her splayed thighs and bury my face in the sweetest spot on earth. She lets out this cute little squeak of surprise that soon melts into a moan. Before her period, I made sure to listen for cues every time I went down on her and I use all of that knowledge on her now.

  I can’t help but groan as I taste her, my tongue sliding over her clit, my hands on the insides of her thighs, holding her open when she would’ve automatically clamped her legs shut. Then I slip one finger inside her. Fuck! She’s so tight, so hot and wet, I could cum just from this.

  “Anders,” she gasps, her hands spearing through my hair to hold me in place. “Oh yes. Mmm, yes, right— Right there! Oh!”

  Her cries grow in volume as her hips undulate. I pump two fingers into her pussy while I lap at her with my tongue, giving her something to ride, something for her sweet little body to grasp as I make her come. I groan. She tastes so good, so perfect, so mine, I could stay there all night.

  “Yes!” she cries out, as her whole body shakes. I look up the length of her torso to see a beautiful flush rising up from the collar of her shirt and spreading to the top of her forehead. “Oh yes,” she moans, biting her lip. “Oh, Anders.”

  She comes fast, obviously needing this as much as I do. I feel almost frantic as I slip my fingers from her pussy, giving her slit one lingering lick that makes her shiver. Pulling away, I study her, swiping my tongue over my lips to clean away the last of her juices from my mouth. My dick lurches with want.

  She lets out a sigh, a blissful smile on her face.

  “I’m not finished with you yet,” my voice echoes around the apartment in a near growl.

  “Mm,” she sighs, her smile widening. “I was hoping not.”

  I stand and start stripping. Lena watches me, joining me in taking off her top and bra, her blonde hair spilling over her naked shoulders. She’s so gorgeous, I could come just from looking at her, and when I stand before her without a stitch of clothes on, she sits up on the edge of the bed and leans forward to lap at the slick head of my dick.

  My head goes back, my fingers digging into her hair as she takes me into her mouth. The first time she’d done this to me, I’d come almost before she started sucking, but I want more than to come in her mouth. I want to, don’t get me wrong. Feeling her soft lips around my dick, her little tongue dancing over the crown, has me fighting the urge to thrust, to fuck her mouth. It’s torture, but the best kind. Soon, the room is filled with the sounds of her suckling me, my groans and hisses as I try to keep my control.

  She moans and I peek at her—I can’t watch as she goes down on me. It’s a surefire way to blow my load before I’m ready. But I almost do it anyway, because while she’s sucking me off her hand’s between her legs, playing with her pussy. My balls draw up tight and I grip her hair, that savage impulse returning for a moment.

  “Stop, I can’t— I’ll come if you don’t stop,” I tell her, tugging on her hair.

  Her smile, when she looks up at me, is pure wickedness. “Isn’t that the point?” she asks, licking her lips.

  Leaning down, I kiss her with all of the passion she’s built in me. When I pull away, we’re both panting for air and I know I need to get inside her, now. I reach out for the condoms we keep in the nightstand, reluctantly letting go of her hair to do so, only to watch as my girl gives me a coy smile before rolling over onto her hands and knees, presenting me with her perfect, heart-shaped ass.

  “I want to try it like this,” she says with a wiggle of her hips. “Is that okay?”

  I answer by reaching into the nightstand for a condom as fast as I can, my hands fumbling to get it out of the packet and rolled down my shaft in record time. Stepping up behind her, I grip her hip with one hand and guide myself to her slick pussy with the other. The instant my dick comes into contact with her, I’m lost.

  My head goes back even as I thrust into her. She’s so fucking tight, so wet… My teeth grit as she lets out a loud moan as I go balls-deep. I stop, both hands gripping her hips now to keep her from moving, to keep me from moving, because if I do…

  Looking down again, I see Lena’s torso is almost flat on the bed, her hands clenching the sheets, her eyes closed as she breaths slow and deep. It’s as though she senses my gaze on her, her eyelashes lifting over slumberous eyes.

  “Fuck me,” she whispers, her inner muscles rippling around my dick. “Please.”

  Lena doesn’t swear. Well, she rarely swears, except when we’re having sex. Then she tells me exactly what she wants and how she wants it. And just like every time we’ve played around, I give it to her. I’m helpless to do anything less.

  Withdrawing from her, I glance down to see her sleek pussy gripping me. It’s almost more than I can take and I thrust back in, hard. Fast. She moans louder, her hands twisting on the sheets.

  “Yes,” she moans.

  I do it again, slamming our hips together, the pleasure like nothing else.

  “Oh god! More,” Lena sighs. “More. Harder.”

  A haze comes over me, obliterating any rational thought, and I become a rutting beast, fucking my girl hard and fast. My heart slams against my ribs, galloping faster than ever before as I pound into her pussy, her moans and cries of encouragement the only guidance I need. My fingers dig deep into her fleshy hips. My dick takes up every inch of her pussy, marking it as mine. Mine. Only mine.

  “Anders!” she screams a second before something amazing happens.

  My eyes pop open just as she stiffens in my hold, a keening cry escaping her as her pussy clamps down on my dick. I’ve felt it on my fingers a few times before, but that’s nothing on feeling it around my cock. It’s almost painful, as though her body’s trying to suck mine in, refusing to let me leave, and my dick likes it. A lot. Because a bolt of spine-tingling pleasure shoots through me as I join her.

  I ram into her harder, faster, humping into her, and her pussy keeps clenching on me, encouraging me. My climax feels as though it starts at my toes before shooting up my body and out the tip of my dick, jetting into the condom. Still, I can’t seem to stop myself from grinding into her, my primitive mind wanting to make sure my cum gets all the way inside her even though that isn’t happening. But it doesn’t stop me from holding her steady for it anyway.

  Lena’s shuddering, little sobs escaping her as she whispers, “Oh god, oh god, Anders, oh god,” over and over again as though she just can’t seem to find the words to express how good it felt. Good. Hell, it wasn’t good. It was… Stupendous. Amazing. Glorious. I could write a fucking ode to sex with Lena and that still wouldn’t be enough to describe just how perfect it’d been.

  The connection between us in that moment is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. We’re not two people, we’re one. Yeah, it’s sappy, but it’s magical and everything I’ve ever wanted.

  Slumping over her, I grip her chin and bring her mouth to mine, kissing her with every ounce of energy I have left. She moans into the kiss as my body seems to nestle even deeper inside her, and when I pull away and out, to take care of the condom, she has a soft, replete smile on her face that makes me feel about ten feet tall.

  I lean over to press a kiss to the center of her back, smoothing my hands over her hips as I help her unlock her legs. She hums quietly. “That was…” I freeze with my fingers around the base of my dick to keep the condom in place. “Awesome,” she finishes on a sigh. “That was awesome.”

  My strut as I head to the bathroom to clean up is arrogant and cocky, but, fuck it. I’d made my girl happy and that’s all I care about. Now I just need to give her a little recovery time so we could do it all over again. Because yeah, it’d been fucking awesome and we’re just getting started.

  One week later

  I wish I could say that Lena and I didn’t take every opportunity to fuck like rabbits, but that would be a lie. I also wish I could say that that I hit it out of the park every time, but that wouldn’t be true either. It was as though we broke
some kind of seal. And if I wasn’t thinking of when, where, and how I would get inside her again, I’d probably appreciate that pun a lot more.

  As it is, I can’t keep my hands off of her. The good thing is, she seems to feel the same. Sex is… It’s fucking amazing. Lena’s amazing and eager to explore. Fuck, is she eager to explore and experiment. She isn’t buying latex and leather clothes and calling me ‘master’ or anything, but she initiates sex as much as I do.

  As for her not coming? Well, I still have a little trouble lasting long enough to bring her over with me when I’m pounding inside of her, but with a lot of foreplay, a lot of tongue time—I swear I could worship that sweet pussy of hers for hours—and taking the edge off before we start, I can feel her coming around my dick about six out of ten times. I figure I’ll be able to last longer in a few more weeks, when my cock isn’t still spazzing out that it’s inside of a woman and not just my hand anymore.

  For now though we do whatever feels good. And it’s awesome. This relationship is awesome. It’s such an inadequate word though. It’s fucking amazing and every day is a new experience with her.

  She even gave me a key to her apartment. I’m still living in the dorms, but I stay at her place more often than not, unable and unwilling to sleep without her at my side. Not just because of morning wood, or late night cravings, but because I’ve become addicted to wrapping myself around her soft body, her peaches and vanilla scent surrounding me as I drift to sleep.

  We don’t spend all of our time having sex. Since the night of the party Savage’s invited us to hang out at his place. Just low-key evenings spent around his fire pit, watching movies, listening to music, and bullshitting. The parties still happen, but we haven’t been back, and they haven’t been as frequent as they have in the past. We also hang out with Lena’s friends. Sometimes we all get together, but the constant has become me and my girl spending time together.