The Rivalry

Another noise drifted from her, only this one was a moan. She bobbed faster, and I throbbed against her tongue. The back of her mouth gripped me, threatening to swallow me whole, and . . . fuck. It felt so goddamn good, I was primed to explode.

“I’m gonna come,” I warned, in case she couldn’t tell from the way I was out of breath, or how my body bucked, trying to get her to take me deeper. “If you don’t want me going off in your mouth, you need to back off, like right—”

She didn’t, though. I wanted to come in her mouth, and hoped she’d swallow me down. When her gaze snapped to mine, it only made me harder. She gave me a look of longing, and I was done for.

Fire raged upward and erupted from me in a torrent. I came like a motherfucking rush, groaning out my satisfaction and pulsing inside her warm, tight mouth. Kayla slowed to a halt, keeping her lips closed firmly around me, and when her throat bobbed with a swallow, I twitched, overly sensitive.

In the heat of the moment, my grip on her silky hair had gone white-knuckle, and when I released it, the golden strands spilled all around her face. She was so pretty, it tore me up a bit inside.

She withdrew and my wet dick dropped onto my stomach, spent.

Without thought, my hands reached for her and pulled her up beside me, tucking her under my arm. I didn’t care that my pants and underwear were down around my thighs and my dick was out. I felt warm all over from the girl beside me, wearing only a pulled-down bra and a sexy pair of black panties.

She was out of breath like me, and we lay on the blanket, our eyes turned up to the stars, breathing together.

“How’d I do?” Her voice was husky.

“Amazing. No. What’s better than amazing?” I said. “Wait, was it a competition?”

She laughed. “If it was, you won.”

“How do you figure that? I was so loud, I think the people back at the football game you got us thrown out of heard me.”

Her hand snaked over my chest, searching, and when she found my nipple, she pinched. It didn’t hurt, but it made me laugh.

“Just so you know, getting me to . . . get there, isn’t usually easy.”

What was she talking about?

Oh.

“Really?” I’d made her come in the back seat of my car, and there’s no way she’d faked the orgasm. And tonight, with how her body had contracted and pulsed, I’d bet my starting position her climax had been real.

It was hard to tell in the moonlight, but she seemed to blush. “Yeah.”

I squeezed her tighter. It was more proof this thing between us could work, despite the rivalry she was so hung up on.

Our kiss afterward was slow and tame, but really fucking nice, too. There was still plenty of heat and sex between us, but the relaxed feeling was enjoyable. Like we could hang out here all night, even though we couldn’t.

When the kiss ended, I watched her throat dip as she swallowed hard. “You start camp next week?”

“Yeah. Expect radio silence from me.” It was the only time the NCAA let the coaches practice us as much as they wanted. It was brutal, non-stop football, and us players had to drag our beaten bodies into bed at ten p.m. so we had enough energy to repeat it the following day.

She squirmed out of my arms and began to put her clothes back in place. “My dad was a coach, I know how it goes.”

I followed her lead and pulled my pants up. “How come he’s not coaching anymore?”

“He still does, just at the high school level.” She ducked her head into her tank top and tugged it on. “Head coaches usually take their staff with them wherever they go, but when Coach Warren went to Kansas, my dad decided to stay here in Ohio.” She lay back down on her side, facing me. “His team made it to state last year. Their defense was awesome.”

I fumbled a hand over the cooler bag. “You want a beer?”

“No, thanks. I need to drive home tonight.”

I pulled a can from the bag. “Me, too. One beer isn’t going to do anything.”

“I’m a lot smaller than you, Eighty-Eight.”

I smirked. At least she hadn’t called me a giant. “Okay. Wanna split one?” She nodded. I sat up on my elbows, fished out a can of Osterhägen beer, and popped the top. “Ladies first.”

I passed a can off to her. It probably hadn’t been the best choice, but I hadn’t had time to hit a liquor store. There was a water bottle in my car, maybe I should grab that. But hell, I didn’t want to leave. I’d been looking forward to tonight all week.