David rubs his eyes. “It’s complicated.”
“Dumb it down for me then,” I say, my voice harsher than I intended.
He winces and looks away. “Erik’s being scouted,” he says. “CU isn’t exactly known as being a huge powerhouse team. He could get better money, more press, more prestige somewhere else. Big teams are trying to take him away.”
“That’s a thing in college?” I ask, a little surprised. “I knew it was a thing in professional football. But in college?”
“It’s a thing,” he says. “Not a widely known or widely accepted thing, but it’s very real. Hardy thinks if we don’t kiss Erik’s ass, he’ll leave.”
“So he’s just going to throw me under the bus.”
“More or less.” He turns to face me then, his body tense with rage. I can see it written all over him, and I’m shocked at how it radiates from him. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to.”
“David,” I say softly.
He steps closer then kneels down in front of me. He reaches forward, wrapping his arms around my hips, and pulls me forward. I let out a little breath, as the fingers of one hand move up to slide into my hair while the other cups my ass.
“I told you, Chloe,” he whispers. “You’re mine. And I don’t let people fuck with what’s mine.”
“You can’t do anything, though,” I say. “Hardy will fire you.”
“He will,” David agrees. “And if that happens, there’s nothing I can do at all to protect you.”
“So then we’re fucked.”
He shakes his head and pulls me against him tighter. He kisses me, tongue exploring my mouth, and I moan into that kiss. I wrap my hands around his neck and feel his hard body against my own. He pulls back, kisses my neck. “We’re not fucked,” he whispers. “I’m going to fight back. I’ll have to be subtle about it, but Erik’s not invincible.”
“I don’t want you to get in trouble for me,” I say, biting my lip.
He lets out a little growl. “You think I care about that?” he asks. “You think I care about anything else? Listen to me, Chloe. I care about making sure you’re taken care of.”
I let out a moan as he kisses me again. His hand tightens in my hair, holding it hard, pulling it back. I groan as he kisses my lips, and the pleasure of him taking me, controlling me, telling me that I’m his washes over me in waves. I press my body tighter and I want to be taken, swallowed up, controlled, dominated. I want him to take what he needs from me, so long as he leaves me something of my own.
I whisper his name as he pulls my hair tighter. Then his hands release me and he pulls at the hem of my top. He slides it up over my hair and I gasp as I sit there in just my bra. He kisses my chest, teases my breasts, lets out a groan of his own.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispers. “Look at your beautiful skin, your perfect breasts. Fuck, Chloe. I don’t think I can let you leave here without tasting you again.”
“Yes,” I moan as he grabs my hair again and forces my legs open. He unbuttons my jean shorts and tugs them off. His hand slides down the front of my jean shorts and he finds my clit. I’m soaking wet, I’ve been soaking wet since the moment we came back here and I knew what he wanted.
But this time, as his fingers work my clit, I reach down and find his jeans. I unbutton them, unzip the fly, tug at them. He growls as I stand up and push him back, biting my lip. I drop to my knees on the grass as I pull his jeans off, stroking his cock through his boxer briefs. He wraps his hand in my hair.
“Look at you,” he purrs. “Down on your knees.”
“You like me down here?” I ask, biting my lip. His cock is rock hard and straining against the cotton underwear. I can already tell he’s huge, thick and long, and I’m dying to taste him on my tongue. I reach up and slide his underwear down, his cock sliding out. I let out a little moan as I take his shaft in my hand and stroke him.
“I love you on your knees,” he growls, taking my hair hard. I moan and stroke him with both hands before taking his tip into my mouth.
I suck him hard, tongue rolling around, as he pushes me down his shaft. I suck him faster, bobbing up and down his length, sucking his cock hard and loving every taste of him. He groans, pulls me back, kisses me and pulls me to my feet.
I take his cock in both my hands, stroking him, desperate and feverish for it. He moves back, pulling me along with him, and he sits down onto the bench. He pulls me on top of him, and I kneel on the wooden slats. It’s rough against my knees but I’m only thinking about him, about his thick cock, about how he’s going to fit inside of me. He reaches down and pushes my panties aside as I wiggle my hips, moving forward to feel his tip slide against my slick spot.