Page 47 of Scoring Chance
“But what? What’s stopping you?”
“Uh… the last girl I touched laughed in my face.”
“Not true,” she says. “I was the last girl you touched, and I wasn’t laughing. Think about it, Will. I was kissing you. And you were kissing me back. Trust me, I liked it. I told you before, I don’t do things I don’t want to do. So, believe me when I say that if I’m hanging out with you, it’s because I want to. If I’m in your bed, it’s because I’m choosing to be here. If my lips are on yours, it’s because that’s where I want them to be.”
And then, because Mel is pretty much the perfect woman for me, she stretches out next to me, still holding my hand, and leans in for a kiss.
Our bodies line up and she runs her hands up and down my chest.Jesus. I’m instantly hard from the feel of her skin on mine, but I will my dick to calm down. Mel and I are just getting started.
I pull her closer, deepening our kiss and she hums in approval. I take that as a good sign and trail kisses down her neck as she presses her body into mine. I’m not even thinking about how nervous I should be or how I’m probably going to mess this up. I’m just thinking about how good it feels to lie here with her.
Mel pulls back for a moment and smiles. “I should probably take my shirt off, too,” she says, peeling off her T-shirt. Now it’s my turn to admire her body, andgoddamn, but it’s fucking gorgeous. She’s got one of those bra top things on, but this one’s a lot skimpier and it leaves almost nothing to my overactive imagination. She starts to pull a strap down, so I cover her hand with mine, taking over the task.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I tell her as my fingers skim over the swell of her breasts. She arches her back, bringing her chest closer to my lips.
“Kiss me again, Will,” she pants, and that’s all the encouragement I need. I wrap my lips around the tight bud of her nipple, swirling my tongue and sucking gently. It feels like the right thing to do, and based on the noises Mel’s making, my instincts are spot on tonight. Or maybe it’s just the fact that we communicate so well with each other. Whatever it is, I want more of it, more of her.
I switch to the other breast and skim my hand down her body until it hits the waistband of her leggings. She spreads her legs a little wider. “Where else do you want to touch me, Will?” she asks.
Holy god. My head is about to explode. This is the single greatest moment in my life, no joke. But just as I’m about to answer, I hear a door slam and a voice yell, “Franconettiiiiii!”
Fuck my life. My roommates are home.
Mel and I both freeze, and for a beautiful, blessed moment, there’s no noise. But just when we start to kiss again, I can hear Ollie and Dean-o bounding up the steps.
“Frankie! Where the hell are you?” Ollie yells while pounding on my door. I’m glad he’s quit using the stupid nickname Netts, but I am less than pleased that he’s interrupting what Mel and I are up to.
“Dude, you in there?” Dean-o asks, joining Ollie in banging on the door. Jesus. If they’re not careful, they’re going to shake it right off the hinges.
“I’m sleeping,” I yell, praying they take the hint and go away.
“Wake up,” they call back in stereo. “It’s too early to go to bed.”
I lean my forehead against Mel’s. “What are the chances they get distracted and leave us alone?”
“Slim and none,” she jokes as her phone starts blaring music.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“Ugh, my alarm. I’m covering for Theo in the morning, so I have to wake up at ass-thirty to start my day, which means I should probably get going.”
The guys start yelling again, just as Mel sits up, rights her bra, and pulls her T-shirt back on. I swear my dick starts crying. We share a few more kisses before reluctantly getting off the bed. Mel slips her shoes on while I open my door. When Dean-o and Ollie spot Mel, they share anoh shitlook, clearly realizing exactly what they interrupted.
“Fuck. Our bad,” Ollie apologizes. “I totally forgot you guys were hanging out. We should go.”
“It’s fine,” Mel tells them. “Well, ok, it’s not fine at all. But, I have to be at Drip at five, so I should get some sleep.”
I walk Mel out to her car before heading back into the house. The guys want me to play NHL ICE, but I just shake my head and start up the stairs. I am not in the mood to socialize.
I hop in the shower, figuring some cold water will make my dick behave, but it doesn’t. I’m hard as fuck and I can still taste Mel’s lips on mine. Recognizing defeat, I take my cock in my hand and stroke.Fuck. Just the memory of Mel, topless in my bed, has me gripping the wall tight with one hand. My dick has been leaking pre-cum since she lay down beside me, so I close my eyes as I envision what it would have looked like if my teammates hadn’t come home or if she didn’t have to work the early shift. Would I have trailed my tongue down her body? Would I have tasted her? Jesus. Would she have come against my lips, my face? Or would I have teased her with my hands? Made her come on my fingers?Holy Fuck.Just the thought has my balls tightening up as my orgasm takes over. I come with a cry, not caring if anyone hears.
It takes me a second to get my shit together, but eventually, I step back under the spray to wash up. I dry off quickly, throw some boxers on, and crawl into bed. She was here for an hour, but my sheets still smell like her. None of this is real, and I know that, but right now, it doesn’t feel fake to me.
28
Mel
The dining hall is crowded, and I’m reminded why I usually grab lunch at home or eat at Drip. It’s loud in here, and the lights are those horrible fluorescent ones that are reminiscent of an operating room. Will has a meal plan, though, and since I’m his girlfriend, I have a feeling I’ll be seeing a lot more of this place in the future.
