SPIKED (A Sports Romance)

by Harper James

  “Use your hands, Sasha,” Jacob said, guiding me even though he surely couldn’t see me— not with his face so close to my pussy that I could feel every word he spoke. “Take my cock in your hands.”

  I oriented myself as best I could while upside down, then took hold of his cock. He was so much taller than me that I still had to reach down a bit to grasp the base— its head, glistening in anticipation, was just at my mouth.

  “Go on. Suck on me,” Jacob growled. “Suck on me while I lick your sweet little pussy.”

  The words alone were enough to make my core tremble. I pulled his head into my mouth, circling it with my tongue, trying desperately to take more of him in— and to do it while his tongue was tasting me. He licked me long and slow at first, letting his tongue linger by my entrance before pushing it inside and flicking at my walls. I groaned; Jacob’s cock stiffened even more. I wrapped my arms around his waist, trying to pull myself in closer so I could take more of him in.

  Jacob groaned at this, then drove his hips forward, pushing his cock farther into my mouth. I couldn’t pull away, I realized— the angles were all wrong, being upside down was meddling with my scant oral sex knowledge. For a moment, I nearly panicked at the thought of not being able to come up for air…but then the very same thought made me burn with arousal. I steered into the panic, and drove my lips down far as they would go, letting as much of Jacob into me as I could. He responded by pulling my pussy closer to him and finally, expertly, rubbing my clit with his tongue.

  I screamed in pleasure— or tried to, but the words were muffled by his dick filling my mouth. Jacob responded by holding me tight with one hand, and letting the other wander up to my ass, massaging that entrance as he rubbed his tongue harder and harder against my clit. I tried to say his name, tried to moan, tried to do something useful for him— but all I could do was keep sucking on his cock while my body ached and throbbed and longed for release.

  “Sasha,” Jacob moaned into my pussy. “God, your pussy tastes so good. How am I supposed to keep my mouth off of it?” He kissed between my legs, teasing at my lips, letting his tongue run up and down every fold until I bucked against him, and he had to hold me tightly to keep me from falling.

  He laughed breathily. “Sweet girl,” he murmured, then eased up his grip. I was able to release his cock from my mouth as Jacob eased me back to the blanket. He lowered his head back to my pussy for a moment and kissed me on my clit, long and slow and hard, only stopping when I whimpered in need. Jacob lifted his head and stroked my pussy with his fingertips, quieting me and thrilling me at the same time.

  “You look ready for me to fuck you now,” he said lowly.

  “I’m always ready for you to fuck me,” I panted, rocking my hips against his fingers.

  Jacob smiled, then positioned himself between my legs. He lifted my ankles up, placed them on his shoulders— a position that would have been impossible if his injury was still as bad as it used to be.

  It caused my ass to be lifted off the ground entirely. Jacob reached forward and took hold of my hips, then pulled me to him. His cock slid into me easily— I was so wet, now— and I relished in how tight my pussy gripped him.

  “I’m going to fuck you hard, Sasha,” Jacob said, looking down at me as he pumped back and forth into my pussy. “I’ve fucked you deep, and I’ve fucked you hard, but never really both at once. Your pussy is still so virgin-tight…”

  “I can take it,” I said hungrily, words falling from my mouth like I were begging for water or food or air, not his cock.

  “I know. And you’re going to,” Jacob said dangerously, and then unleashed himself on me. His cock pushed hard into my pussy, his hips coming to meet at my lips, and I thrashed at first in fear, then in pleasure. Jacob was massive, everything about him was massive, from his strength to his muscles to his dick, and with the full force of him fucking me I felt rattled and pleasured and impressed that he’d still apparently been holding back all this time. My breasts bounced on my chest as he took me, and my eyes drifted shut as my orgasm rushed toward me, faster than ever before—

  “Keep your eyes open,” he ordered, slowing just for a moment. “And you’re not going to come just yet, Sasha. You’re going to hold off until I say you can, understand?”

  I nodded; Jacob responded by pressing his thumb up against my asshole. “Understand?” he asked again.

  “I understand,” I panted in response, and he smiled, pressed his finger a bit farther. When I moaned in pleasure, he removed it, took my hips back in his hand, and went back to pounding me, fucking me in a way I knew would have destroyed me, had he done it like this the first time we had sex. The fact that it wasn’t destroying me now made me feel empowered— but that in turn made it more and more difficult for me to keep my orgasm at bay. I took slow breaths, but air was thrust from my lungs each time Jacob pushed deep into my pussy—

  “I can’t stop it,” I begged. “I’m going to come.”

  “Not yet,” he said.

  “I’m trying, but you—“

  Jacob pulled out of me, let my legs fall down to the blanket. The orgasm that had been moments from tearing through my body dissipated, but I barely had time to notice; Jacob grabbed me by the waist and turned me over, then lifted my ass into the air. He spanked me and I yelped in that blend of pleasure and pain—

  “Again,” I begged.

  “Look at you,” Jacob growled in response, then spanked my other cheek hungrily. He put a hand on my upper back to keep my chest pressed to the blanket, then pulled my hips toward his cock. He drove into me, eventually moving the hand from my back and reaching underneath me to rub my clit as he fucked me. There was no possibility of holding back an orgasm now; I tried to tell him this, but the words came out in a loud, hungry moan, louder than any sound I’d made during sex before— but I couldn’t keep it in.

  “Go on, baby,” Jacob told me, and I could tell from the rasp in his voice why he’d made me wait— we were going to come together. Jacob groaned and fucked me faster, and I pushed my hips back against him as heat rushed to my pussy, my legs went limp, my eyes forced themselves shut. I was going to scream— no, I already was screaming, loud and desperate and wild. My pussy contracted around Jacob’s cock, and I felt him throb deep inside me before he came, hard, deep into, moaning and holding tight to my hips as he did so.

  I finally took a long, gasping breath. My limbs felt rubbery; Jacob was panting hard behind me. He slowly withdrew himself, and I felt the rush of wetness drip from my entrance. My hips fell to the blanket, and Jacob collapsed beside me. He was sweating, hard, and when I reached over to lay an arm across him, he grinned at me.

  “How’s your shoulder?” I asked teasingly.

  “I think it’ll be just fine,” Jacob murmured. “But maybe we give it another try tonight just to make sure?”

  “Separate rooms,” I reminded him.

  “I’m sure we can figure something out,” Jacob said. “And speaking of, we should get dressed. They’re going to be here soon.” I scowled as he stood, then helped me up. “Don’t worry,” he said. “You’re growing on them. Clearly. Or you wouldn’t be here.”

  “Wait, but why am I here?” a new voice asked— not Jacob’s parents, thankfully, but someone nearly as horror-inducing. Standing at the edge of the deck, overnight bag in hand, in the smartest, cutest navy blue dress I had ever seen, was Jenna.

  19

  “Jenna?” Jacob asked, stunned, as I dove for the screen porch, where all my clothes were.

  “Relax,” Jenna said. “Sasha, seriously. I’m on a women’s soccer team. You have no idea how many naked ladies I’ve seen in my life.” Her words seemed to remind Jacob that he was also naked, and he grabbed for his pants— though with the speed of someone unconcerned with someone seeing what his body had to offer (or, in Jenna’s case, seeing it again). “Though your parents are right behind me on the drive, so yeah, you two should get dressed,” she added.

  “What are you doing here?” Jac
ob asked, tugging his t-shirt on and snatching up the blanket he and I had just shared.

  “Your parents invited me! I thought it was like, a group thing. Not a…um…” Jenna said, watching me desperately trying to untangle my panties and pull them back on.

  “Jacob! Jenna? Where are you two?” a new voice called— Mimi Everett. My heart raced as I ran my fingers through my hair, keenly aware of the fact that I was still practically dripping from our sex and that one shoe was absolutely nowhere to be found. I kicked off the other rather than continue hunting— maybe it’d just look like I wanted to walk around barefoot in the grass? Or something? Maybe? I looked to Jacob, panicked, and saw his mouth was a grim line.

  “There you are!” Ms. Everett said cheerfully, stepping around the side of the deck. “We picked up barbecue from that place by the Kroger for dinner— oh! Jacob, I didn’t know you were bringing Sasha along.”

  I had been building up a smile, having to beat it through layers of nerves; Ms. Everett’s words sent it crashing into the pit of my stomach. I looked at Jacob. What the hell was going on?

  “I didn’t know you…didn’t know that,” Jacob began, struggling for words. “You mentioned coming up here with my girlfriend—“

  “Oh!” Ms. Everett said, rolling her eyes at herself. “Honey, I’m so sorry— I meant girl-who-is-a-friend. I guess I forgot to mention we’d asked Jenna. I just thought that since we were talking about how long it’s been since we’ve seen her, it’d be a nice trip. You two always used to like coming up here.”

  My breath went cold. Jacob and Jenna used to love coming up here. Jacob and Jenna were invited. Jacob and Jenna were the pairing the Everett’s wanted, the pairing that everyone seemed to want. I looked to Jacob for some sort of comfort, relieved when he took my hand and squeezed it gently.

  “Well, I hope you got enough barbecue for Sasha too, then,” Jacob said.

  I was stunned. That was it? That was what he said in response to his parents inviting him and his ex-girlfriend, whom they clearly liked better, to their fancy mountain house? Jacob released my hand and went to hug his parents. When he hugged Jenna as well, I felt like I might crack apart and tumble down the mountain side. I watched, the weight of humiliation bearing down on me, as Jacob, Jenna, and his parents went to unload the vehicles, leaving me standing in the screened porch. Barefoot and forgotten—or, no. Not forgotten.

  Unwanted. There was a very, very important difference in the two.

  No, no, I was being stupid— well, not entirely stupid, since this was a total dick thing for Jacob’s parents to do— but stupid for thinking there was anything to Jacob hugging Jenna. He’d told me that they were just friends, and I had no reason not to believe him. Besides, it was ME he invited up here, so who gave a fuck who his parents invited? His parents could date Jenna if they were so into her. Jacob was dating me. I repeated this to myself— sometimes even out loud, in a whisper— as she grabbed her bag from the car and followed the others into the house.

  The interior of the house was as immaculate as the exterior— sky-high ceilings with thick salvaged beams, the kind of kitchens you usually only saw on Pinterest, and a wall of Harton jerseys signed by legendary athletes. Mr. and Ms. Everett unpacked dinner into the fridge, chatting about the doctor who was driving up to see Jacob.

  “He doesn’t usually make house calls, you know, but he’s a Harton alum, so he’s making an exception,” Ms. Everett said happily.

  “How is your shoulder, anyway?” Jenna asked, leaning across the kitchen counter with a familiarity that made my stomach churn— especially since I was still standing in the doorway, more statue than human, unsure where to stand or go or breathe.

  “It’s doing better. I think it’ll be great for Clemson.”

  “Still giving you some trouble, then?” Mr. Everett asked, sneaking hushpuppies out of a massive to-go container. Ms. Everett noticed and playfully slapped his hand.

  “Some,” Jacob lied. He glanced my way when he said this, which was a relief— for a moment, I thought perhaps he’d forgotten I was there at all. But yes, there was this, this secret that only I knew— that his shoulder was most of the way better, or at least, appeared to be. He wasn’t telling his parents the whole truth because he wanted to guard their expectations should the Clemson game go wrong. But he’d told me. He’d been honest with me.

  I nearly laughed at the fact that a secret about football was validating my relationship. MY, HOW MY LIFE HAS CHANGED, I thought, then exhaled.

  “Can I help you with any of that, Ms. Everett?” I asked as cheerfully as possible.

  Ms. Everett looked up from where I was trying to squirrel a few growlers into the already packed fridge. “Oh, I’m fine, Sasha. Feel free to go set your bag down!” There was only the tiniest edge to her words, so deniable that for a moment, I almost believed I’d misinterpreted absolutely everything about this trip— maybe his parents really WERE coming around to me. Maybe Jenna really was just here as a family friend. Maybe I was overthinking it, and Mimi Everett just had a really serious case of resting bitch face rather than a personal vendetta against me.

  Ms. Everett slapped herself on the forehead and said, “Oh, though I’d planned on Jenna taking the gold bedroom! We’ve got another spare though, Sasha, don’t worry— up the stairs, second door on the right.”

  “Sure,” I said, and started up the steps.

  “I can carry that for you, Sasha,” Jacob offered, but I shook my head.

  “It’s not heavy— stay and hang out with your parents,” I said, smiling at them. That had to get her some points, right? A little reminder that I wasn’t here to take their son from them? Jacob nodded and returned to a conversation about the upcoming doctor’s visit while I looked for my room.

  I stumbled across what HAD to be the gold room— Jenna’s room— first. It was…gold. Very, very Harton gold. The furniture was all covered in and ostentatious gold leaf pattern, and the walls were pale green and gold paper with toile patterns of (what else?) rams and ewes frolicking in meadows. Ridiculous as it was, though, it was a gorgeous room, with a claw-foot bathtub and elegant vanity right across from the bed, and enormous windows that showed off a now neon pink and orange sunset.

  SECOND DOOR TO THE RIGHT, I reminded myself, and left the gold room, eager to see what my quarters would look like. Nothing in this house was done halfway, so I could only imagine it would be lovely. I found the door and knocked it open with my toe—

  “Oh my god,” I said aloud, heart sinking.

  I was both entirely right and entirely wrong about…well…everything.

  I was right that the room was lovely. It was done in a sort of outdoors theme, with leaf-printed wallpaper and reclaimed wood furniture. That furniture, however, included bunk beds, a drawing easel, and a window seat with stuffed animals— rams— all over it.

  It was a kids’ room. And not Jacob’s old room— that might have been sweet— but a generic kids’ room, the place you park your rich friends’ progeny so they’ll be occupied while you drink in the hot tub. The bathroom had a typical tub with a striped curtain, and a little painted plaque by the hollow-log shaped soap dish said BRUSH THOSE CHOMPERS.

  I dropped my bag down, hard, and fought back tears. Jenna was here, invited by Jacob’s parents, who had thought they left me off the invitation. They’d stuck me in the kids’ room and gave Jenna the princess suite. Jenna, who the school loved, who his parents loved, who Jacob used to love.

  And he hadn’t said anything. Hadn’t done anything, other than get to the house first so he could have a quickie on the back deck. He hadn’t fought for me, hadn’t defended me— he had to have known what room I was being sent to, and he hadn’t so much as faltered.

  Did he not know it was going to hurt me? Or did he not care? Either possibility was terrible— if he didn’t know, then he wasn’t paying attention, wasn’t listening, wasn’t thinking about me at all. And if he didn’t care…

  I stepped into the bathroom, locked the
door, and allowed my tears to fall— I’d learned long ago that trying to hold them in only made my face snottily red for hours. I sat on the edge of the bathtub and wept into one of the obnoxiously fluffy towels for at least twenty minutes, and was just hoisting myself out of my despair when I heard a small knock at the door.

  “I’m just freshening up for dinner!” I said quickly— too quickly, and too loudly.

  “It’s not Jacob. It’s me. Jenna, I mean,” Jenna said.

  “Oh. Well, I’m just freshening—“

  “It’s not Jacob, so there’s no way in hell I’m going to fall for that freshening up for dinner thing. Girls don’t ever actually freshen up. It’s what we say when we’re secret crying. Which is what you’re doing, right?” Jenna asked.

  I stared at my own tear-stained face in the mirror and tried to work out what I was supposed to do with that statement. I didn’t get a chance to think on it too long, though, because Jenna opened the door and stepped inside.

  “I locked that,” I said, surprised.

  “And the little key thing is always above the door,” Jenna answered, holding up a tiny allen wrench. I sighed; Jenna motioned for me to slide over, then joined me on the bathtub’s edge.

  “Look,” Jenna said quietly, “it is super, super shitty what his parents are doing to you. I want you to know that I seriously had no idea. I thought this was a group thing.”

  “Yeah, well. It’s more of a Jacob-plus-Jenna-forever thing,” I said, avoiding Jenna’s eyes.

  “No kidding. But I’m serious— I think it’s really shitty, and had I known this was the plan, I never ever would have come. I’ve got no interest in coming between you and Jacob, okay?”

  I considered that, then smiled weakly at Jenna. “Thanks for saying that. But honestly, it’s not even you that’s the real problem. They want him to be with you. The school wants him to be with you. And…they’re not wrong. You fit with him way better than I do.”