Roughing

For all I know, she’s having complications that are making her say and do things she wouldn’t normally do. I don’t need her having a moment of regret and assume that I am only here for sex. Because I’m not. It was never about sex with Tori. That was just a bonus.

I’m about to help her to bed, when she flings her arms out at her sides, her tits shaking in my face. Tori is not making this easy for me. Hard, horny, and rocking the worst case of blue balls, I want to bend her over and fuck her so bad. But I have to fight the urge. She needs my help in other ways, and I plan to show Tori she can count on me for more than an orgasm.

I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and bend down to kiss her forehead, hooking my arm around her back. She stirs in my arms, her eyes closed, as she mumbles my name under her breath. Running my fingers down her arm, I let out a sigh. I’ve never been so happy to have a naked woman standing in front of me, except this is different. Tori isn’t just any naked woman.

She opens her eyes and smiles up at me. We stare at each other for minutes. My heart thumps out of my chest, overcome with a strange mixture of emotions. When it comes to football, my hands are steady as fuck, but when I’m around Tori, she makes me nervous, a feeling so foreign it feels unnatural. I’m always in control—except when it comes to Tori.

She leans in as if she’s about to reach up and kiss me before she slips from my grasp to sit on the bed. I follow her lead, the mattress sinking beneath my weight.

Her naked body is too much of a distraction for me, so I focus on her face. But her lips make me think about how they would feel wrapped around my cock, which makes me hard again. Leaning back against the wall, I thread my fingers together and slide them behind my head.

She’s beautiful, her smooth alabaster skin absolute perfection. With her perky tits and pussy on display as an offering just for me, I’m so goddamn hard I cannot think straight. But I find it impossible not to look at her.

For a second, her eyes fall to her breasts. She peeks up at me and pulls her bottom lip down with her index finger. “Don’t you want me, Bash?” She coos, killing me with the seductive look in her eyes.

“Of course, I do, but you need to rest.”

I don’t miss the disappointment on her face, which makes me feel like the dickhead she assumes I still am. I’m trying to do right by her. If only she would see it that way.

“Look,” I continue, “I want you more than I wanted The Heisman, but not under these circumstances. I feel like I’m taking advantage of you with your condition.”

She blows out a gust of air, and her face twists in anger. “I don’t get it, Bash. You’ll fuck girls like Harper but not me?”

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It has nothing to do with you or her,” I say, feeling like an asshole because she’s right. “It has to do with you being sick. I asked you to let me stay here with you this weekend for one reason. No matter how much I want you, I think we should wait until you’re feeling better.”

She sighs but looks as though she understands, and points at a tall chest on the other end of the room. “Would you mind handing me a shirt from my top drawer and some underwear?”

“Of course.” I slide off the bed and pull a Strickland University T-shirt from the drawer and a pair of black cotton panties.

“Sit up, so I can help you get these on,” I command.

Accepting my help, she allows me to slip the tee over her head. I pull her arms through the sleeves and tug it over her stomach, finding it even harder not to touch her again.

Curling the soft cotton around her finger, she hikes it further and raises an eyebrow at me. “You forget the last part of my wardrobe.”

I laugh at her comment and give her a hand. She tortures me, taking her good old time, as she raises her hips just enough to slide the panties on.

Her hair brushes against my cheek when she leans back against the wall with me, the scent of her sweet shampoo filling my nostrils. She laces her fingers between mine and runs the pad of her thumb over my knuckles. “I hate that this feels right when I’m with you.”

I slip my other hand through her hair and bring her closer to me. “There’s nothing wrong with that. We were always good together.”

She lays her head on my chest and whispers, “I just don’t see how we can get past everything. But I appreciate you being here with me.”

“You’re welcome.” I kiss her forehead. “Why don’t you get some sleep? You need to get better, so I can take you out.”

She looks up at me, confused. “Take me where?”

“On a proper date.”

“You want to take me on a date?” I don’t miss the shock in her tone. “I know you feel bad about everything, but that’s not necessary.”

“Why do you seem so surprised? You know how I feel about you. It’s not like I haven’t tried to tell you a thousand times. For some reason, you’re tolerating me, and I’d like to show you that I’m not a bad guy. Just let me help you. Okay?”

She doesn’t speak for a few seconds, ignoring my comments. Why am I not surprised? Nothing is ever easy when it comes to Tori, and I doubt I’d want her this much if it weren't such a challenge. As always, she keeps me on my toes.

After a long moment of silence, Tori peels herself from my arms. She scoots over just enough to give me some room and falls onto the stack of pillows at the head of the bed. Then, she peeks up at me, giving me the most adorable look. “Will you cuddle with me? I’m getting sleepy again, and you make a good snuggle buddy.”