The Rivalry

“I can,” she said slowly, “try harder.” A playful look moved in on her expression. “And look at how far I’ve come. I’m in a Michigan football player’s bed.”

Oh, hell yeah, she was, and like me, she wasn’t playing fair either. I grinned. “You know what would help? If you took off that shirt.”

“You want me to change clothes?” She shot me a dubious expression.

I smiled back seductively. My goal was clear.

“Oh.” She nodded. “I see what you did there. If I have to get out of my school’s clothes, you do, too.”

“You drive a hard deal, McCarthy,” I said as I unzipped my warmup jacket. It was a race to see who could get their clothes off first, and—big surprise—I won.

She was still struggling out of her tight jeans when I put my hand on her shoulder and pushed her down, making her flop back on the bed, and her sexy-as-hell tits bounced. She giggled softly, and the sound was so fucking sweet.

I grabbed the ankles of her denim and tugged. I’d rip her pants off her if she’d let me. All that stood between me and her was a pair of underwear, and it was going down. I slid my fingertips beneath the straps at the sides and jerked—

A knock rattled my door. “Harris! We’re going out.”

Kayla jolted and she snaked her hands over her body, like she thought my door was going to burst open and Darius would see her. I wouldn’t let that happen. This gorgeously naked girl was mine, and mine alone.

My friend was cool. He’d understand I meant it in the nicest way possible. “Fuck off, Darius. I’m busy.”

“Asshole.” Heavy footfalls got quieter as he went away.

I finished peeling the scrap of fabric down her legs, and as I crawled between them, the smile on my lips had to be wicked. “If I’d figured out that was a thong, I would have left it on.”

She lifted her head and peered down at me. “You want me to put it—”

“No,” I said softly. “There’s no going back now.” To prove my point, I swooped down and ran my tongue deep between her legs. She gasped and bucked upward, arching her back at the sudden stroke.

She gave a soft whimper as I did it again, and blood thundered through my veins. It was awkward hanging off the edge of the bed, so I grabbed her hips and dragged her body across the sheets until she was lying diagonally across the mattress and I could kneel on the floor.

I peeled her open to me with my thumbs and licked until she was trembling all over, panting for air. My abs were strained, my body sore, but the only ache I felt was the one to slide into her and pound until we collapsed.

Christ, Kayla was killing me. All wet and pink, and waiting. I fumbled a hand into my desk drawer, found the strip of condoms, and tore one off. The foil packet ripped in my hurried hands, and as I rolled the latex on, I leaned forward and sucked at her clit.

She groaned. She had her hands on my shoulders, scratching and clawing, maybe trying to pull me up into a kiss. Or perhaps she was trying to remove my tattoo.

“Is this what you want?” I said in a low voice, shifting over her and bringing our lips together. “You need to taste yourself on my mouth?”

Her reactions were the best whenever I tried to dirty-talk. She inhaled sharply as if embarrassed, but her eyelids fluttered. It turned her on. I felt her body clench beneath me, and her kiss turned wild.

My raging hard-on hung between my legs, throbbing and demanding. There should have been more foreplay, but she was so goddamn wet, and it had been a lifetime since we’d been together.

“Oh, fuck.” Her voice was guttural as I pressed inside her. Her pussy fisted me, so tight and warm. I clenched my hands on her hips, holding her still as I continued to invade. When I was as deep as I could go, she pushed up on a hand and wrapped her arm around the back of my head, slamming her lips to mine.

I followed her back down to the bed with our lips still attached, and then I began to fuck her. Slow at first. I moved through her slick heat, which made me feel amazing, and sort of lightheaded. It didn’t take anything for me to run out of breath.

She tasted like sex.

I searched her mouth, unable to get enough. I wanted the flavor on my lips, on the tip of my tongue. The skin of her breasts was so soft. I ran my fingers up and down, sketching different routes over her curves.

The legs hugging my hips tightened. Her breathing went ragged. Her moans picked up in intensity, so I did, too. I squeezed one hand on her waist and the other on her shoulder, and drove into her.