Tackled, Page 21

  "You just can't get over the Catholic schoolgirl thing, can you?"

  "Of course not," he moans.

  "Would it help if I actually bought a plaid skirt?"

  "Oh, fuck yeah. If you text me and tell me you're wearing a little plaid skirt, I'll be like this all day."

  He pushes his hardness against my leg.

  "You're like that normally."

  "I'll be even harder," he promises.

  "Impossible."

  "Feel how hard I am since I haven't seen you all day?" He yanks my skirt up around my waist and cups my ass with his hands, lifting me up against the wall and –

  "Fuck, man." Tank's booming bass voice reverberates through the apartment.

  "Shit, Colton," I squeal, pulling down my skirt.

  Sable follows Tank out of her room wearing his football jersey, her hair in pigtails and carrying pom-poms. "The wall by the door?" Sable asks. "That's so cute. We did it there yesterday."

  Sable stands with her pom-pom-carrying hand on her hip. When she juts her hip out to the side and cocks her head at us the way she does, she looks remarkably like a high school cheerleader.

  "Thanks a lot for that image," Colton says. "I'll have to bleach my brain now."

  "Dude, your brain? I just saw you with my roommate's skirt all hiked up," Sable says. "I'm pretty sure I could see her muff. I'm glad you got waxed, by the way, Cassie."

  "I'm wearing underwear," I protest. "You could not see my muff. You only know I got waxed because you dragged me to your waxer." I smooth my hands over my skirt and fluff my hair.

  Like a respectable lady.

  "Should have hung a sock on the door," Tank grunts, shaking his head. "I told you."

  "Is that still a thing?" Colton asks. He's standing there with an obvious hard-on, asking that question like we're all having a normal conversation and my roommate didn't just catch us very nearly fucking against the wall.

  "I think it's a thing," Sable says.

  "It's definitely a thing," Tank agrees firmly.

  "Should we play cheerleader at your place, Jonathan?" Sable asks, twirling one pigtail around her finger.

  "No, no, no. We'll leave." I pick up my bags of groceries from the floor and hand them to Sable. "You put these away. We'll give you some privacy."

  "Sweet," Tank says, taking the bags right out of Sable's hands and peering inside.

  "I'm going to need to get more groceries, aren't I?" I ask Colton once we're outside the door.

  "Yeah, I'm afraid you should just assume that Tank has eaten whatever's in those bags," Colton says. "Unless it's that low-fat bullshit. Then you might be safe."

  "Damn it."

  Colton pushes me up against the hallway wall, putting his hand above my head and leaning down toward me. "So are you coming to my place to reward me for my good grade or what?"

  "No way," I hiss. "We've almost made it through the summer without getting caught. I'm not finishing the semester with that kind of a bang, thanks."

  Colton grins. "I have a better idea."

  "I'm afraid of any ideas of yours."

  "Let's go to the athletic center," Colton suggests.

  "The tutoring rooms are locked afterhours," I say. "You know they don't give us keys."

  Colton pulls his key ring out of his pocket. "I have a key," he says.

  "To the tutoring rooms? How did you get one?"

  "Not to the tutoring rooms."

  "To where, then?"

  "You'll see."

  Inside the athletic center, I'm definitely nervous. It's mostly deserted afterhours, but it's not like we're running around at three in the morning or anything. There are definitely still people here. And those people could include Colton's teammates or his coaches. Or anyone else who might know who the two of us are.

  This is a really stupid idea.

  "What if someone sees us walking together?" I ask, putting several feet between us in the hallway.

  "So?" Colton asks. "I'm doing awesome, getting good grades. Obviously you're a great tutor who gives me extra help during off hours."

  I look over my shoulder at him to see him waggling his eyebrows at me and looking at me lasciviously.

  "Yeah, that's exactly what I'm worried about people thinking," I hiss. "Where are we going?"

  We round a corner near where the athletic director offices are. "Coach's office," Colton whispers.

  I stop short. "No fucking way, you ass," I hiss. "I'm not doing it with you in your Coach's office."

  "I'm kidding," he says. "God, you should have seen the look on your face."

  "Bye," I say, turning around and walking the opposite direction.

  Colton catches up with me, moving to block my path. "Don't be pissy."

  "I'm not pissy," I say. "This is a really bad idea."

  "Come on, chicken," he taunts.

  "I'm not chicken, either," I protest. "This is a stupid idea and we're going to get caught."

  Colton looks behind him before pushing me up against the wall. My heart beats wildly in my chest as he looks down at me, his lips inches from mine. Heat courses through me and a tingle of arousal goes right between my legs. "You like the possibility of getting caught," he whispers.

  "I do not," I hiss, glancing behind me. He snakes a hand up underneath my skirt and reaches between my legs.

  "So you say. Except that I know you're lying."

  "Not lying," I argue, but my words catch in my throat as he slides his fingers over my clit.

  "I want to fuck you here," he whispers.

  "I'm not fucking you in the hallway."

  "I could make you come right here, right now," he says, his finger moving more quickly.

  "No," I protest.

  "Do you trust me?"

  "Definitely not."

  Footsteps echo loudly down the hall and I push Colton's hand away, jumping away from him like I've been shocked by electricity. I put several feet between us, rounding the corner with long strides like I'm in the building on important business and have no idea that a hot as hell football player seems to be following me. I nod to the person who passes me, who turns out to be a janitor wheeling a floor buffer down the hallway.

  From behind me, Colton chuckles. "Chicken," he whispers.

  I ignore him until we get to the end of the hallway where I turn right to head back toward the exit. He calls my name softly. "I'm leaving," I say back.

  "Come on. I came here to show you something."

  I look at him with narrowed eyes. "I'm afraid to ask what that is."

  Colton grins. "It'll be worth your while."

  "How can I resist?" I ask the question sarcastically, but it's hard to be annoyed with him when he's standing there grinning like he's totally pleased with himself.

  That cocky, crooked grin is going to be the death of me.

  I follow him, walking for what seems like forever before he stops at an elevator that takes us up almost to the top floor.

  When we reach where we're going, Colton stops and looks around like he's a spy checking for a tail, even though we haven't passed anyone in a few minutes. He pushes a key into a door, quickly shutting it behind him.

  "What is this place?"

  "It's the alumni box," he says. He flicks one of the light switches and a row of recessed lighting illuminates part of the room. It's all dark wood and leather seating and long tables, the primary focus being the floor-to-ceiling windows on the far side of the room that overlook the football field.

  I walk to the window and peer out. It's mostly dark, the only lights the security lights illuminating the corners of the field. "Nice view."

  Colton stands behind me, so close I can feel his breath on my skin. He sweeps my hair to one side and applies his lips to the back of my neck, sending goose bumps down my body. "It's a nice view from where I'm standing, too."

  I have to put a hand on the window to steady myself, because the minute Colton kisses under my ear, pulling my earlobe gently between his teeth, my knees threaten to buck
le. "This is the alumni box?" I ask. "We're not supposed to be in here."

  "Nope," Colton says, his hand snaking around my shoulder and over the top of my breasts. He squeezes one through my shirt and my nipples go rock hard, immediately at attention for him.

  "Someone will see us up here," I protest.

  "It's tinted," Colton explains.

  "How did you get a key to this place?"

  "Bribed one of the facilities guys," he whispers.

  "Why?"

  "I was going to show you this a while back," Colton says, his hands at my waist now, sliding underneath my shirt. "Since you didn't know anything about football, I was going to teach you a little. Give you the best view."

  "Mmm-hmm," I murmur, as his hands slide underneath my shirt, cupping my breasts again. "So you brought me here to teach me about football?"

  "I'll teach you about football later."

  "Why did you bring me here, then?" I ask, my voice teasing.

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  I slide my hands out from underneath her shirt, reaching the sides of the little navy skirt she's wearing and pulling the fabric up over her waist, exposing her ass. Her sharp intake of breath makes me crazy. I want to hear that over and over and over.

  The sound never gets old.

  "Why do you think I brought you here?" I ask, my voice gravely.

  "No idea," Cassie admits, her voice innocent. She starts to turn around, but I take her hand roughly and put her palm flat against the window, first one, then the other.

  "No?" I ask, running my hands over her curvy ass. I reach between her legs to press my fingers against her panties. "Your panties are already wet."

  "Are they?" she asks.

  "Yes." My fingers press against her pussy through the fabric. "Does the thought of me fucking you right here in front of the window make you wet?"

  "Anyone could come in here," she murmurs, barely a protest as I push the fabric of her panties to the side, my fingertips pressing against her.

  "Anyone could come in here," I agree, pushing a finger inside her. "A janitor, one of the coaches, an administrator… Anyone could walk right in and see me standing here with your skirt over your ass and my finger in your pussy. And you like it, don't you?"

  "No," she whispers. But she moans.

  I press hard against the spot inside her that I know makes her wet. "You like it, don't you?"

  "Maybe."

  I use my other hand to slap her hard on the ass, and she yelps. "You like it."

  "You just smacked my ass!"

  I bring my hand down hard on her again. I can feel the vibration of the blow on my finger inside her. "I did. And I'll do it again."

  She whimpers, pressing her ass back toward me. "What was the question?"

  I slide my finger from her pussy, yanking her panties down over her ass, but not all the way. I let them fall to her thighs. "I want you like this all the time, Cassie," I tell her. "Your skirt around your waist and your panties around your thighs. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

  She whimpers her response again as I reach between her legs to touch her wetness, then spread her ass cheeks and touch my wet finger against her tight hole. When she tenses, I stop her by sliding my other hand between her legs, stroking her inside with my fingers. "I told you I'm going to claim all of you," I whisper, pushing my fingertip against her asshole. "I want all of you, Cassie."

  "I don't know what that means," she whimpers.

  Fuck, this girl kills me. I think she's being coy, but there's a distinct possibility that virginal Cassie actually has no idea what I'm talking about.

  The thought of being the person that deflowers her in every way is almost more than I can take.

  I unzip my shorts, not bothering to step out of them. I need my cock inside her too urgently. When I press the head of my cock against her entrance, she arches her back, moaning her encouragement.

  Gripping the side of her hip, I enter her swiftly in one stroke, no longer concerned with being gentle. I don't want to treat Cassie with kid gloves. I don't want to fuck her slow and soft and take my time with her.

  I want to fuck the hell out of this girl.

  "That means," I explain, thrusting into her with long deep strokes, "that I want all of this. Everything."

  She moans louder as I fuck her slick pussy. "You have it," she says, her voice straining.

  I don't know whether she's saying that I already have all I'm getting, or if she's giving me permission to take everything. "Reach between your legs," I instruct her. "Touch your clit while I'm fucking you."

  She peels one hand away from the glass, leaning on the window with the other as she reaches between her legs. I can tell the instant she touches herself because her pussy tightens around my cock, practically demanding everything from me.

  I thrust inside her harder, spreading her ass cheeks so I can see that little pink rosebud again. "I claimed your sweet little pussy," I tell her. "I'm going to claim this tight little ass as mine, too."

  "Yes," she whispers, pushing her hips back against me as I fuck her.

  This time, when I push my finger against her asshole, she groans, low in her throat, like a wild animal.

  "Does that feel good, Cassie?" I ask, working the tip of my finger just inside her hole. "Does it feel good to have both of your holes filled by me?"

  "Oh, God," she groans.

  "Do you want me to claim all of you?" I ask, thrusting inside her harder. Her wet pussy squeezes me tighter, and I can hear her breath becoming shorter and shorter as she gets closer.

  Then I hear voices outside the door.

  Cassie hears them too. "Shit, Colton!" she whispers, her words panicked.

  I'm out of her and yanking up my shorts around the waist in a flash, and I grab her hand as a key jiggles in the doorway. Pulling her with me, I drag her toward the nearest door I see, which turns out to be a coat closet. I have to duck to not jostle the hangers on the rod. Inside, Cassie hits me lightly on the chest. I'm pretty