62
Ryan
The Kissing Bet
I found out there was something even better than holding hands with Kassie, walking to the field. Helping Kassie while she blushed and cursed me under her breath—after she just came on my cock—was better bymiles.A thousand miles above it.
With my hand wrapped around Kassie’s waist, I lied to Cleo and told her we couldn’t find the banner. Which, technically wasn’t a lie, we were just occupied instead of dedicated to finding it.
Adam and King stared at us, dumbfounded, while I wrapped my arms around her neck for a picture.
“In the fucking locker room?” Adam snorted. “You sick puppy.”
Kassie whipped back to look at him. “Say something again, Idareyou. As if Coach Lawson wouldn’tloveto know how manygirls you bring back there when he isn’t looking. Go ahead.Try me,Marrs Manwhore.”
I had definitely come in that locker room with Kassie—more than I’d ever come before—but watching my girlfriend put someone in their place, especially when it was aboutus…she might as well have dropped to her knees and put her mouth on my cock. I practically salivated over her while they finished up the photos.
I couldn’t haul her out fast enough.
“No, no, no—” Kassie yanked on my arm. “We’re not going to your dorm.”
All the blood in my head was giving me a raging hard-on. “Huh? Why?”
“Because someone is going to see. We’re going to mine. No athletes are at Roman Forest.”
“Well, there’s about to be a happy one there.”
From the training center’s parking lot and kissing her against one of the emergency campus poles, to the disapproving looks from her apartment lobby’s receptionist, she was everything I wanted and everything I needed. In the elevator, I had my hands wrapped around her waist, her bottom lip between my teeth when Kassie pulled away from me.
During summer training, there was nothing that could’ve taken my attention away from football. I’d flaked out of plenty of Adam’s parties to spend more time at the gym. It’d been an easy goddamn decision.
And then she came in and fucked up my whole life.
Her, in front of me. Her, with those soft sighs from those soft lips and that soft body that drove me crazy.
"Aren’t you sore?" She was breathless, shoving her key in the lock of her dorm. The breathlessness did something to my blood, left it crackling under my skin. “You just had a football game, you barely slept, how is your body nothurting?”
I knotted my fingers in her hair the moment the door opened. “You’re damn right I’m aching. And I know what you can do to take care of it.”
I pulled her over my shoulder and made a straight line to her bedroom, impatient and intent on the prize. And the moment she was in my arms, I smacked her ass without a thought about it and pushed open the door to her bedroom.
“Ryan,sore.”
“I’ll kiss your pussy better, baby,” I promised and placed her down beside her bed. I sank to my knees and went to her jeans, unbuttoning them. Her jeans and her panties shrugged down her hips and I nudged her legs apart to kiss her between her legs.
“Oh my god,” Kassie breathed out.
“Take off your shirt,” I rasped, running my tongue along her slit. “I want to see your tits.”
I took my time exploring her body, grazing her skin in the way I’d only touched myself thinking about. Kassie was the dessert I wanted to savor. I needed her. Just her. Everything was stripped and every time I looked up, I could gaze up at her breasts, her nipples, hard pebbles, and the hint of a hickey on the side of her right one.
Beautiful. Gorgeous.Mine.
My hand reached the bulge of my jeans as my eyes flickered up to her again, panting and clutching at my hair. God, what a fucking woman. There was something to be said about finding that one person, because every curve of hers sang to me. My cock swelled against the zipper and I shrugged down my pants until my cock was in my hand, throbbing hard.
“No, don’t—you don’t need to—” Kassie panted and drew my head back. I gazed up at her, at this beautiful fucking woman, so wet between her thighs, they glistened. “Lie on the bed. I want to ride you.”
My cock jerked up in my hand.