Players of Marycliff University Box Set, Books 1–3

by Jerica MacMillan

  She sucked in a breath as he increased the pressure. Her hands bunched in his shirt and he couldn’t decide if she wanted to pull him closer or push him away. “Damn it, Lance.” She sounded breathless. “You can’t just kiss me until I give in.”

  He raised his head and looked down at her. “Really? ‘Cause it usually works.”

  His body was too close to hers for her to get much force when she tried to smack him on the chest. Instead, she pushed on his chest again. He dropped his hands, moving back a step. She stared at him, still leaning against the door. “You really want to go?”

  He shrugged and adjusted himself before putting his hands in his pockets. Her gaze flicked down to his crotch then back to his face. A smile started tugging at the corners of her lips, and she pointed a finger at the front of his shorts. “You’d rather go to a party than let me take care of that?”

  He tilted his head, giving her what he hoped was a speculative look. “What are you offering?”

  Abby took a step forward, running a hand down his chest until she gripped him through the fabric of his shorts. “You don’t want to finish what we started on the couch?”

  He tried to look unaffected, but he wasn’t sure how well he pulled it off with her hand on his cock, even if there were layers of fabric in the way. God, he loved when she touched him. He wished she’d stick her hand down his shorts. That would be even better.

  She squeezed, and it was his turn to suck in a breath. He did want to finish what they started. But there was one small problem. “I don’t have another condom.”

  “All the more reason to skip the party and just go back to your house.” She gave him a look that was all sultry vixen. The girl who blushed at every innuendo was now using sex as a bartering chip.

  He took his hands out of his pockets and pulled Abby against him, thrusting into her hand. He couldn’t help himself. He needed the friction. Needed her. But he tamped down his desire and whispered in her ear, “I think you’re more worried about getting taken care of than taking care of me.” Her only response was to squeeze his cock again and rub up and down. “We could both get what we want, you know,” he gritted out, his voice gravel.

  She pulled her head back, looking up at him with a quizzical expression. Instead of explaining himself, he decided to show her what he meant. Running his hands down her back to her ass, he kneaded the flesh there for a moment before coming around to the front and undoing her shorts. He slipped a hand inside and cupped her, running a finger along her slit. “My God, Abby. You’re still so wet.”

  In response she angled her hips closer to him, silently begging him for more.

  With a half-smile curving his lips, he slid a finger inside her, then joined it with a second. “You want me to take care of you, don’t you, Abby?” She nodded, eyes closed and completely relaxed, letting him hold her up with his other arm.

  She let out a whimper when he withdrew his hand, but he needed his hands to strip off her clothes. Pushing her shorts and panties down together, he spun her around and pushed her backward against her bed. She sat down, kicking her shorts off her ankles and scooting back on the bed.

  Lance moved between her legs, catching her behind the knees and pulling her back to the edge. He knelt on the floor, running his hands up her inner thighs, spreading her for him.

  He planted a kiss on the bare skin just above her pubic bone and slowly inserted his fingers again. Abby clapped a hand over her mouth, stifling a moan. He kissed her again, lower. Then once more before extending his tongue.

  It didn’t take long. Abby was so ramped up already that it only took a few scant minutes before she was writhing and arching on the bed. She kept one hand over her mouth to muffle her sounds, but with the other she reached down and threaded her fingers through his hair. Seconds later, she detonated, her wall clenching around his fingers. He continued pumping his fingers in and out and licked a few more times with the flat of his tongue, extending her orgasm, helping her ride it out. Enjoying how she felt, how she looked as she came all over his hand and his face.

  She tugged on his hair, and he followed her unspoken direction, rising over her and kissing her deeply. He loved that she never shied away from tasting herself after he went down on her.

  When he broke the kiss, her eyes were still hooded and her cheeks flushed from her recent orgasm. “Feeling better?” he asked.

  She smiled up at him, slow and satisfied. He couldn’t help kissing her again. Abby reached down and squeezed his cock through his shorts again. “I’m feeling better, but you’re not.”

  He gently tugged her hand off his cock. “I’ll be fine.” She just replaced that hand with the other one, and he had to bite back a moan. “Or I would be if you’d stop touching me.”

  “Hmm, maybe.” She sat up, a devilish twinkle in her eyes. “But I think you’d be even better if you let me keep touching you.”

  He closed his eyes, searching for the strength to turn her down as she tugged at his belt. He didn’t want her to feel like she was obligated to do anything for him. “Abby, you don’t have to do that. I’ll be fine.”

  His eyes sprang back open when he felt her hand against the bare skin of his cock. She was looking up at him still, watching his reactions. “I know I don’t have to.” Her voice was low, husky. Sexy as fuck. “I want to.”

  She let him go and gave his shoulders a gentle push, guiding him to lie down on the bed next to her. He let her, lifting his hips so she could pull off his shorts and boxers. Then her hand was back on his cock, squeezing and rubbing lightly, and the feel of her skin on his was heaven.

  He let her fondle him for a while, but it soon became clear that at the rate she was going he wasn’t in as much danger of embarrassing himself by coming too quickly as he thought. Wrapping his hand around hers, he showed her the pressure and speed he liked, then closed his eyes, relaxing and enjoying the hand job. This was a first for them. They’d never been without condoms, and he much preferred the real thing over a handy. But in the absence of what he’d really like, he’d take it. Since he always made their encounters about her pleasure as much as possible, he hadn’t really expected her to be this concerned about his.

  The bed sank under her weight as she adjusted her position next to him, then a hot, wet warmth enveloped the head of his cock. His eyes sprang open in surprise to see Abby bent over him, watching his face as she took him in her mouth.

  He’d gone down on her plenty, but she’d never done this for him before. He suspected she’d never done it for anyone before. That she would gift him with this was amazing, and he didn’t want to do anything to fuck it up.

  “Yes,” he hissed in encouragement as she licked around the crown of his head, then took him all the way in her mouth again. It took all his control not to thrust into her mouth.

  He reached out with one hand, resting it lightly on her head, his fingers threaded through her hair. Not to control her motions, just to show appreciation and encouragement. “Yes, Abby. Like that. Harder. Oh god that feels so good.”

  Abby increased her efforts, licking and sucking and pumping with her hand. His balls pulled up tight and that tingle started in the base of his spine and he knew he was close. He tugged lightly on her hair, not wanting to put her off blowjobs forever by coming in her mouth, but she didn’t pull away. “Abby, I’m gonna …” That seemed to only spur her on more. No longer able to help himself he thrust into her mouth once, twice, and then he came with a groan. She stayed there, her lips glued around him until he finished.

  After gently removing him from her mouth, she sat up and smiled at him, not looking around in a panic for somewhere to spit. Goddamn, she swallowed.

  Lance reached for her and pulled her down against him. “Fuck me. That was hot.”

  * * *

  “Can we go soon?” Abby whispered into Lance’s ear. She didn’t want to be the whiny girlfriend who hated parties, but … she couldn’t help whining a little and she really hated parties. Lance and Megan were the only pe
ople she knew here, and true to form, Megan had long since abandoned them. Abby’d been following Lance around for hours listening to drunk jocks tell stupid stories about people she didn’t know. They’d been here for long enough, and she was ready to go spend some quality time with Lance. Just Lance. Their oral session at her apartment had been fun, but didn’t satisfy her need to spend time with him.

  He looked down at her, his arm stretched behind her on the couch, his brows drawn together in concern. “What’s wrong? I thought we were having fun.”

  Abby shrugged. He might be having fun, but she wasn’t. “When I agreed to come you said we wouldn’t stay long. It’s been over three hours already. I’m getting tired. I want to go home.”

  The muscle in Lance’s jaw flexed, and his lips thinned into a hard line. “You want me to take you back to your apartment?”

  Abby’s eyes widened. “No! That’s not what I meant. I want us to go home. To your place.”

  He relaxed, then. “Soon, sweetheart.” He kissed her and smiled before turning back to his friends.

  Abby sat back, feeling irritated and tired. She’d had a couple of drinks and if she were being honest, she’d actually enjoyed herself at the party for a little while, which was new and different for her. It helped that she was with Lance, who didn’t abandon her within fifteen minutes of getting there like Megan usually did. But that new and different feeling had worn off a while ago. She’d reached the end of her ability to enjoy herself in a crowd. It was getting close to midnight, and she was beginning to feel like she might turn into a pumpkin soon. Almost everyone was drunk now, so they were getting rowdier and crazier. And Abby wasn’t drunk. She’d had just enough alcohol to make things fun for a while, and now she was just sleepy.

  Lance jostled her. “Hey. You ready?”

  Her mind scrambling to make sense of what was happening, Abby rubbed her eyes. “Yeah. Let’s go,” she said around a yawn.

  Lance stood and gave one of the guys he was talking to one of those man hugs where they clasp hands and then smack each other on the back. He grabbed Abby’s hand, pulling her along behind him in the path he cleared through the crowd.

  It was still warm outside from the one hundred degree high of the day. They’d taken Abby’s car, since Lance’s didn’t have air conditioning. Lance had insisted on driving, though. Abby had just rolled her eyes and handed him her keys. It wasn’t worth arguing about, and he knew where they were going better than she did anyway.

  “Do we need to find Megan?” Lance asked when they got to the sidewalk.

  Abby shook her head. “No. Megan will take care of herself like she always does. I’ll text her when we get to the car to let her know we’re gone.”

  With a nod, Lance turned to walk down the block to where they’d parked, leaving Abby to trail after him. She gave him a questioning look when he held her car door open for her, but he didn’t react. When he slid into the driver’s seat and started the car, she waited a moment for him to rest a hand on her thigh, but he didn’t. His hands clenched around the steering wheel, the muscles in his arms flexing as he did so.

  She stared at his profile for a moment, trying and failing to figure out what was wrong with him. He’d never acted like this to her before. “Is something wrong, Lance?”

  His nostrils flared, and that muscle in his jaw flexed again, but he didn’t say anything. Abby waited.

  Finally. “Did you have a nice nap back there?” His voice was quiet and restrained.

  What? “You’re mad at me for being tired?”

  He snorted. “I’m not mad at you for being tired. I just—I thought we were having a good time and all of a sudden you’re wanting to leave.”

  Abby stared at him. “Lance, it’s midnight.”

  “So?”

  “So? You promised me that we’d only stay for a couple hours. We left my place at eight. It’s midnight. That’s more than a couple hours. If anyone should be mad, it’s me.” She kept her voice low and even, but not without effort.

  Lance snorted again. “You’re the only one with a right to be mad, huh?”

  “You know I don’t like parties. I’ve never made that a secret. I only came because you wanted to, and you said we wouldn’t stay long. If you remember, I wanted to stay home tonight, but you pushed me into doing what you wanted like always.” Her volume control was slipping, and her voice grew louder as she spoke.

  “I always push you into doing things. Really? You’re going to go with that?”

  “Yes!” Abby was shouting now. “You’ve been pushing me into things since the first night we met!”

  Lance laughed, low and mean sounding. “Abby, you’ve pushed back plenty. Miss ‘I have to do laundry’ every fucking time I try to get you to do something with me. I’m surprised you didn’t try that one tonight.”

  She narrowed her eyes at him. “I only ever used that to get out of spending time with you. Tonight I wanted to be with you. Just you. Because you’re leaving soon. In two weeks this will all be over, and I wanted to spend time with you.”

  “I know I’m leaving!” It was Lance’s turn to shout, punctuating his words with a hit to the steering wheel. She flinched, but he didn’t notice. Or if he did, it didn’t make him tone it down. “I’m leaving and I wanted to hang with my friends and go to a party. Because soon I won’t be able to. I’ll be gone and my life as I know it will be over.”

  “Then why didn’t you just go and let me stay home?” she shot back. “If all you wanted was to hang with your friends. Why drag me into it?”

  “I wanted to have some fun and take my girlfriend to a party! Why is that so awful?”

  Abby froze. Everything inside her congealing into a cold mass as she stared at him breathing hard, his nostrils still flaring, his hands clenching the steering wheel as he drove.

  She wasn’t his girlfriend. She couldn’t be his girlfriend. They weren’t anything serious. That was too much. He couldn’t mean that. Not now. Not when he only had two weeks left with her. She couldn’t be his girlfriend for only two weeks.

  “I’m not your girlfriend.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

  “What the fuck does that mean?” He yanked the steering wheel, pulling into a random parking lot, throwing the car into park and turning to face Abby, fury radiating from every line of his body.

  Abby pulled back against the door, shaking her head. “This is just a summer fling. I’m not your girlfriend. You’ve never called me your girlfriend.”

  “So what are we then? Fuck buddies?” He spit the questions at her like bullets. “I’ve never had a fuck buddy stay over every night for a month before. But if that’s all this is to you, then fine. You’re not my girlfriend.”

  Abby flinched, his words hitting her like a slap in the face. “That’s not—Lance, I just—I never expected this.”

  “Never expected what?” He sounded tired, resigned, but his eyes still blazed with intensity.

  Swallowing, she forced herself to give voice to her feelings. Her fears. Her worries. “I never expected you. This.” She gestured between them. “Us. I never expected you to want to see me after the first couple dates. Or to fix my car. Or for you to take me home to sleep at your house and make it so I can’t sleep well on my own anymore.” She paused for a moment, looking at her hands then out the window, needing a second to get control of her emotions. “This was supposed to just be casual. You weren’t supposed to call me your girlfriend.”

  When Lance didn’t respond right away, Abby finally looked at him. He was still staring at her, his eyes flicking over her face, but the anger was gone from his expression. He scrubbed his face with his hands. “I know. I didn’t expect this either.” He reached out to her, tucking some stray strands of hair that had escaped her ponytail behind her ear, the gesture so intimate and sweet that it almost broke her heart. “But this isn’t casual, Abby. It’s not just some fling. It would be over by now if that were true.”

  Abby nodded, firmly pushing down the warmth t
hat stirred inside her at his words. She knew it was already too late, that she was in way too deep to be okay with just letting go of him in two weeks. But she needed to try to pretend, for now at least, that she didn’t care about him as much as she did. That he didn’t care about her. Otherwise, she’d never be able to make it until he left without begging him to stay. And she couldn’t bring herself to do that to either of them.

  Lance pulled her close and kissed her over the console that divided their seats. For once Abby preferred Lance’s car with its bench seat over her own.

  Lance put the car in drive and they drove the rest of the way home in silence, his hand caressing her leg.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  “So you’re going to Lance’s tonight?” Megan stood in the doorway to Abby’s room watching her get a few things together. Abby paused before putting her brush and deodorant into her backpack, trying to decide what the strange undertone was in Megan’s voice. Or maybe she was just overly sensitive. She was tired and strung out and on edge. She’d spent all day putting together review worksheets for her language lab students. The final for the summer session was on Friday, which meant she would be done with her summer job. And Lance was leaving in a matter of days.

  Straightening up, Abby slung her backpack over her shoulder and leveled a searching look at Megan, still trying to decide why she was making a big deal of Abby going to Lance’s house on a Monday night. She knew he was leaving soon too. “Yeah. I told you that already.”

  “Doesn’t he usually pick you up?”

  Abby crossed her arms, mimicking Megan’s posture. “Yeah, but he’s working late tonight finishing up a project.”

  “So he’s not even home yet?” Megan still stood in the doorway, blocking Abby in.