Turning on my phone, I walked to my car and listened as it chimed over and over again with late text messages from Sawyer. Once I was in my car, I unlocked the screen and read each text.
Sawyer: I really hope you’re ok.
Sawyer: Gretchen?
Sawyer: Are you seriously blowing me off?
Sawyer: This is fucking unbelievable.
Sawyer: I don’t know what you’re thinking, but you should know … you’re mine.
Sawyer: This is making me crazy. Whatever I did … I’m sorry.
Sawyer: Good night, beautiful.
I’d told myself I was going to stay away from Sawyer. At least until I could pull myself together. Sawyer had never offered more than his friendship—other than when he was offering his cock, but I wasn’t so sure that would be enough for me anymore.
However, Sawyer made it next to impossible to ignore him or take some space. Not that he had to press much. Just a smile or touch from him and I was nodding and agreeing to whatever the hell he wanted.
It was the epic cock.
I was drugged by the dick.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
I was in for one hell of a heartbreak. I was already mentally preparing myself for the pain, but to my surprise, things changed after our first night together.
Actually, Sawyer changed.
He wasn’t his usual self—he was sweet and romantic in a way I never thought he could be. He quit flirting with other girls. Most days he didn’t seem to even acknowledge them at all. He wrapped his attention around me, and I basked in it, growing comfortable with whatever kind of relationship he wanted. I stopped thinking about the consequences and just went with it.
On the following Wednesday, I got out of my Probability and Stats class early. Professor Bates had a family emergency and basically hauled ass out of class leaving me free for the rest of the day. I pulled out my phone and texted Sawyer, thinking maybe he was home hanging out, but he was at practice.
It was not as if I had much else to do, so instead of going back to my room, I went to the practice field. It was smaller than the stadium they played in and less high tech; the boys filled the field, their large bodies taking up so much of the space it looked more like a peewee football field. Taking a seat on the metal bleachers, I watched as Sawyer threw drills with the team.
Watching him play had become my favorite thing. It was a turn on. The way he used his strength and determination on the field, the way his body stretched and his muscles rippled. The tight football pants and the way his tattoos glistened when he was all sweaty. I got wet just watching him.
Ever since our first time together, sex was all I could think about. My body hummed with anticipation for more. I’d never understood the appeal of the whole sex thing. I could remember being in high school and thinking how stupid the girls were for going back for more.
I understood now because I was definitely going back for a second helping.
And a third.
And a fourth.
Spotting me on the bleachers, Sawyer waved from across the field, his helmet blocking his expression from me. I waved back, my heart fluttering at his attention. He lined up, his head looking from right to left, and then the ball was hiked to him. Backing up a few steps, he drilled the ball across the field to another player.
God, he was good at the game.
He was good at everything.
I watched him on the field getting hotter and hotter every second until I knew I had to occupy myself before I freaking exploded.
An hour later, and after killing my phone checking Facebook, the coach called the end of practice. Standing, I stepped down the bleachers and onto the field. The grass crunched beneath my boots as I made my way toward the benches on the sideline where Sawyer was sitting.
“Hey, beautiful,” he said, surprising me with his sweet words in front of his teammates.
He leaned in, in front of the few players who hadn’t left the field yet, and kissed me.
“Hey.” I blushed.
He grinned, the dimple showing on his left cheek and making me completely crazy, and then he lifted his hand and ran his finger along my cheek. This time when he kissed me, it was more than a pop on the lips.
“I love it when you blush,” he whispered, sending another hot wave of goosebumps down my body.
The three guys who were standing close to us snickered making Sawyer shoot them an evil look. It was comical, and I couldn’t help but smile at the situation. I stood to the side as Sawyer finished packing up his practice bag, removed most of his gear, and said good-bye to the other players. Soon, it was just he and I on the field, and I couldn’t hold myself back any longer.
He was leaning over, shoving a water bottle into his bag, and when he stood up again, I threw myself into his arms making him chuckle.
“I stink, baby,” he said, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his hard chest. “You smell too sweet to be touching me right now.”
Even though he was saying these things, he still leaned into me and kissed the side of my neck.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he said, as his lips pressed against my skin.
Closing my eyes, I leaned my head to the side to give him more room to work. “I can’t get enough of you either.”
His body was hard and hot to the touch, his skin slippery from his workout on the field. A hint of cologne mixed with the earthy scent of the dirt and mud on his thermal swirled all around me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, losing my hands in the damp hair on the back of his head. He’d removed his gear and was wearing only his thermal tank, allowing me to see his large arms.
His mouth moved from my neck to my chin until his lips were on mine. There was nothing like his kiss—the thrill—the anticipation of it. He kissed me like a heated breeze—teasing my lips briefly before covering them completely. He tasted me, his tongue melting with mine and sending me into a frenzy of need.
Dropping my hands, I pulled at the bottom of his shirt before losing my hands beneath it. His abs jerked beneath my fingers, and his breathing accelerated. Pulling away, he looked down at me, his eyes full of need.
“We’re on the field,” he said, moving back to the side of my neck, but not stopping my roaming hands.
“Yes, but there’s no one here but us.”
He chuckled, his hard body shaking against mine. “What have I done to you?”
Pulling his face back to mine, I kissed him. “I don’t know, but whatever it was, could you do it again, please.”
He chuckled against my lips and pulled me tighter to his body, wetting the front of my sweater with his sweat.
“You’re getting me all wet,” I said against his lips.
He pulled back quickly, his wide eyes moving over my face, and I laughed. “I meant my shirt, you perv.”
“How about we try to get you wet somewhere else?”
Reaching into his bag, he pulled something from his wallet and stuffed it in the front of his tight, football pants. Then he reached for me and pulled me into his arms. He cupped my ass and lifted me, pressing my center to his hardness. I squeaked with a laugh as I put my arms around his neck, wrapped my legs around his waist, and held on.
“You’re so hard already,” I said against the side of his neck.
“That’s my cup, babe.” He snorted. “I’m going hard, though, and it’s hurting like a bitch.”
I laughed as he walked us across the field, his lips on mine, until we were hidden well beneath the bleachers. Setting me back on my feet, he started unbuttoning my pants.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I said, smacking at his fingers. “We can’t. Not here.”
“Wait, aren’t you the one who pointed out that we were alone?” Again, he went to work on the button of my pants. “No one can see us, and I can’t wait until we get back to my place.”
“You’re not serious right now?”
His blue eyes moved over my face, his dimple popping w
ith his grin. “Oh yeah, I am.”
And then he was turning me and pulling my ass into his hardness. Reaching around me, he unzipped my pants and began pushing them down around my legs, taking my underwear with them. Cold air rushed between my thighs touching the wetness and sending chills all over my body.
“Bend over, baby,” he said.
I was really going to go through with it, and it was exhilarating.
I leaned over, using a pole on the back of the bleachers to hold myself up. Crinkling sounds from the condom wrapper sounded and then I felt his warm hips against my chilled ass. It was fall and the temperatures were beginning to drop. I bit my lip at the hot and cold sensations going on all around me.
Palming my ass, his hand moved up over my hip, as he adjusted himself at my entrance. Slowly, he moved into me, filling me completely and stretching my insides.
I moaned.
I couldn’t help myself.
It felt even better this time since there was no pain.
He leaned over me, pressing himself even deeper inside.
“Fuck, baby, you feel good.” His hand moved up the back of my sweater and his fingers shifted up my spine.
Then he began to move; his hard cock moving in and out of me so slowly I thought I’d lose my mind.
“Faster,” I panted, wishing he’d let lose the way he had before.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” His words were strained, puffing out with each of his breaths.
“You won’t. It feels so good. Please. Harder, Sawyer.”
I was begging, but I didn’t care. That was what he did to me.
Grabbing both of my hips, he pulled me into his thrusts, speeding up and pushing into me harder as requested. His breathing picked up and his fingers dug into my skin until it ached.
The wet sounds of his body invading mine filled the still fall air around us, intensifying the sensations running throughout my body until I thought I’d snap. My fingers tightened around the pole holding me up as I pushed back against him.
His fingers dug into the hair at the back of my neck and he pulled, bringing my face close to his.
“Is this how you want it?” he asked, his breath rushing past my ear. “You like getting fucked don’t you?”
Pleasure crawled up the back of my legs and down my stomach, melting into my center and making my thighs shake.
I couldn’t find words to answer, so I made incoherent sounds to agree with him.
It wasn’t supposed to feel that amazing. I wasn’t supposed to become obsessed with the high his body could give me, but I was. I was becoming addicted to all things Sawyer, and the more he pushed me closer to the edge, the more I wanted it.
Until finally, I broke.
I screamed his name, my mouth wide open as sounds rushed past my throat and rolled over my tongue. A large hand covered my mouth, cutting off the loud calls of pleasure that I was screaming into the space around us. I bit into his palm, the salty flavor of his skin filling my mouth and he cursed behind me.
Still, he fucked me hard and fast until I felt my legs buckling beneath me and the pole holding me up was digging into my chest. Slipping his other hand around my waist, he held me to his front and sped up. Hard and fast—deep and touching all the best nerves—I continuously cried out against his palm, the feeling remaining well past my orgasm.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “I’m coming.”
His body paused as he unloaded, his fingers digging into my waist so hard it hurt. His body lined up with mine as he leaned over me, his body jerking with his release.
Pulling me back into a standing position, he turned my head and kissed me sweetly. His body still locked inside of mine, allowing me to feel him go soft.
Afterward, we dressed quietly. Then he took my hand, linked his fingers with mine, and we walked back across the field to collect his things. He tossed his bag into his truck bed and walked me to my car, which I’d parked a few spots down from his truck.
“Come to my place. We’ll take a shower together and order a pizza.”
He wrapped his arms around me, pressed me into my car, and kissed the tip of my nose before kissing my lips.
When he pulled back, his expression was different. The laid-back smile looked tight. His flirty eyes, widened as if something had scared him.
He twirled a piece of hair beside my face before stuffing it behind my ear.
“This is new for me, Gretchen. I don’t really know what I’m doing. I just know I want to be with you all the time.”
I smiled, feeling the exact same way.
“It’s the same for me. I say we grab a shower, eat some pizza, and wing it together until we figure it out.”
His expression shifted again into one of happiness. His smile so large both of his dimples showed.
“I like it. Let’s do it.”
The next day, after spending the night at my house, Gretchen left my place wearing her pants from the day before, minus her panties, and one of my jerseys. With her hair in a messy ponytail, she leaned down and kissed me bye before leaving. She had a morning class on Thursdays and I didn’t, which meant I could catch an extra hour of sleep.
Not ready to let her go, I pulled her back into the bed with me and rolled her onto her back. My cock grew hard again making her eyes widen.
“Already?”
“It’s you in this jersey,” I said, pulling the jersey up and kissing around her belly button, catching her piercing in my teeth. “You look fucking hot. I like my name on you. You should wear it all day.”
She laughed, her stomach vibrating against my lips making me smile.
“I think I will.”
Moving up, I kissed her lips and smiled down at her. “Good. You’re mine, and I want everyone to know.”
Her face cleared, and her eyes went serious. Her cool palm pressed against my cheek as she cupped my face. “You say that like you mean it.”
She was clueless. I’d staked my claim on her. I thought it over and the idea of any other man touching her was enough to make me spit fire. It wasn’t happening. She was mine.
“I do mean it.”
And I did. I could hardly believe it myself, but I meant it.
She shook her head, obviously taking my words as a joke. “Well, no one’s going to know anything if you don’t let me up. I’m going to be late for class.”
I kissed her once more and moved so she could get up. Adjusting her hair in the mirror, she turned and grabbed her bag.
“I’ll see you this afternoon then?” she asked.
“I have practice this afternoon. Want to come to the field again?” I wiggled my brows suggestively.
Outdoor sex with Gretchen was hot.
She leaned over once more and pecked me on the lips. “I’ll see you there.”
And then she was gone.
I laid there for a bit, staring at the fan above me and thinking hard. Things had changed so much so fast. There were times when I thought that maybe I was going about this Gretchen thing all wrong. There were days when I wasn’t sure I could be the guy she deserved. But then she’d kiss me or smile at me and I knew without even thinking twice that I’d be any-fucking-thing she wanted me to be.
We practiced hard. The rain from the night before made the field a soggy mess. Sweat ran down my forehead, burning my eyes and making me pull off my helmet to wipe it away.
The sun above us blazed down hard, the humidity making the air sticky. My cleats slid in the muddy grass of the practice field, screwing up my pass when I had to correct my footing, and I cursed.
“What’s wrong, Reed, having a hard time playing in front of your girl?” Jerome, one of running backs said with a laugh.
I moved my eyes over the bleachers for Gretchen and I smiled to myself when I saw her sitting there reading a book. I smiled even wider when I saw that she was still wearing my jersey. I hadn’t even realized she was there, and seeing her there supporting me while sweetly reading a book made something tighten in my chest.
“I don’t think throwing this thing around would be all that hard. Looks pretty easy.”
I stopped stuffing my duffle at her words and looked up to see the smirk on her face. She was baiting me.
“Uh-huh,” I muttered.
“I’m serious,” she pushed. “I think I could do it.”
At that, I stood and looked down at her. She was so fucking cute tossing the ball around in a jersey that was obviously a few sizes too big.
“Fine, hotshot,” I said, snatching the ball from the air. “You think you can play ball, then let’s play.”
I backed onto the field, daring her with my eyes as I held the ball out to her. She dropped her bag onto the bench and followed me, her boots digging into the muddy grass. I tossed her the ball, and she barely caught it.
“Let’s see what you got,” I said, putting plenty of distance between us. I motioned for her to throw the ball to me.
She reared her arm back, her fingers barely going around the ball, and threw it with a tiny growl. The ball went into the air before dropping to the ground halfway between us.
I laughed.
“Seriously?”
Angry, she walked forward and swiped up the ball giving it another shot. Again, the ball fell to the ground two feet away from me.
“I call bullshit,” she said putting her hands on her hips. “This ball is rigged with weights.”
Again, I laughed.
This time, I swiped up the ball. Turning toward the end zone, which was easily forty yards away, I drilled the ball and watched it fly between the goal posts and land in the parking lot of the practice field.
Turning toward her, I shrugged. “Ball’s good to me.”
She crossed her arms and blew a stray piece of hair from her eyes. “Show off.”
Going to her, I pulled her tight against me, her body brushing the front of my semi-hard cock. Skimming her lips with mine, I breathed her in.
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