Page 59 of Necessary Roughness
Right now.
Twenty feet away from me.
Slowly, I lifted the headphone off one ear. I was immediately greeted with the sounds of their fucking, moans and sighs and exclamations that immediately made me wonder what they were doing.
What sexual position they were in.
How much longer they were going to last.
My cock was practicallythrobbing, now. Even the weight of the textbook in my lap was enough physical pressure to make me want to return to my room, close the door, and quickly jack off.
I should just do it. Get it over with so I can study.
Instead, I stubbornly put my headphones back on and returned to studying.Attemptingto study, at least.
I don’t know how much time had passed, but eventually Sloane walked into the kitchen. She was still wearing that dress, but the back was unzipped—giving me an uninhibited view of the lingerie she was wearing underneath.
My eyes locked onto the thong that was buried between the perfect orbs of her ass. The zipper stopped halfway down her butt, so I could only see the top half of her rear, but what I saw made me clench my jaw so tightly my ears began to ache.
Fuck.
Even after she left, there was no way I was going to be able to study tonight.
25
Knox
I hated road games.
When we played at home, I was able to relax into my routine. Wake up at a normal time, eat my breakfast without feeling rushed. Hell, we could walk to the stadium from our place—although we had too much gear to carry for that to be feasible, so we drove instead.
But road games threw everything into chaos. Waking up at four in the morning. Wolfing down a meal before boarding the team bus. Driving to whichever school we were playing, which could be as much as five hours away. We had a four-hour drive today, which meant four hours stressing about the game to come. Sometimes, I enjoyed the time it gave me to mentally prepare, to do some last-minute studying of the opposing team’s defensive strategy.
Today, all it did was heighten my anxiety.
We were playing Orange Coast State University, the school that had won the Central Florida Conference three years in a row. The last time we’d beaten them, I was a green freshman delegated to backup quarterback. They were a yearly thorn in our side, a juggernaut we could never seem to defeat.
The pressure on my shoulders was enormous. Our team this season was the best in over a decade. If we were ever going to topple OCSU, this was the year.
After studying our team playbook for an hour, I gazed out the bus window and allowed my mind to drift.
Almost immediately,Sloaneentered my thoughts.
She was this new presence in my life, helping make all pressure and stress manageable. Even now, just picturing her warm smile, I felt myself relaxing.
The threesome the other night was hotter than I could have ever imagined. Even more fun than the first time at the party, since we had more privacy—and more time. The way she took charge at the beginning, giving Logan and me dual-blowjobs on the edge of the bed, was incredible.
Then when it was our turn to be in control, she let us use her however we wanted. And we could tell she loved every sweaty, filthy moment of it.
“Maddox?” my coach barked. “Did you hear what I said?”
I blinked and turned away from the window. “Sorry, Coach. What’s up?”
“We just got word Elkins isn’t playing. His hamstring is still bothering him.” Coach smiled viciously.
I smiled with him. “Their left side will be weak. Should we try more rushing plays?”
“Nah. Let’s stick with our strategy. Pound them with the passing game, but look to your left more often.”
