Spiked

Jacob laughed. “Have you never been to a football game?”

I blinked.

“Oh my god. You’ve never been to a football game. Ever?”

“Our high school team lost all the time. No one went to their games,” I said.

Jacob shook his head in disbelief. “Thank god you didn’t tell my parents that.”

“Ha. Your parents had plenty against me anyhow,” I said quietly.

Jacob gave a sympathetic smile. “Well, you’ll come to the Clemson game, right? When I’m back on the field? Or are you going to sell the tickets again?”

I smiled. “I might. Playing hard to get worked out well for me last time.”

“You weren’t playing anything. You just were hard to get,” Jacob said, and reached down, putting his arms around my waist. I felt small between his arms, small like the people in the stadium looked, and it felt equally as beautiful to be so.

“Not anymore,” I said wryly. Jacob looked down at me, then reached for the hem of my dress. I lifted my arms over my head so he could lift it off me. He did so, then tossed it aside, holding my eyes hostage in his all the while. The stadium lights licked at my skin, illuminating my right side and leaving my left in shadow. There was something incredibly pleasing about being lit by the same lights that almost sixty thousand people would be cheering under soon.

Jacob lowered his arms to his sides, stepped back to study me in my lingerie— I’d never valued matching sets so much before I met him.

“You’re not hard to get anymore, no,” Jacob answered my earlier words. “But I still can’t get enough of you.”

I licked my lips eagerly, then reached behind my back to unclasp my bra. I rolled my shoulders to shimmy it off, then tossed it aside. Jacob’s eyes glittered; he reached forward and took one of my breasts in his hands, squeezing it gently, running his thumb over my nipple. I shuddered at the feeling, my eyes drifting shut.

Jacob let his hand wander down my waist, and he nudged me to turn around. He took hold of one ass cheek, gripping it so that his fingertips slid under the edge of my panties.

“You’re making me hard, Sasha,” Jacob said accusingly. He stepped forward and put an arm in front of me for support, then spanked my bottom lightly in admonishment. I moaned at the tingling feeling where his hand had struck, at the way it felt like little lightning bolts flickering through my skin.

Jacob made a pleased sound. He drew his hand back and for a moment, I thought— eagerly— he was going to spank me again. To my surprise, though, he swept me up and over his good shoulder, my legs dangling down across his chest, my head bouncing against the small of his broad back.

“Jacob—“ I started breathlessly, but then his hand came down again on my ass, harder than before, but still careful, building up, testing— he was so strong, but he knew how to reign his strength in. I groaned.

“Sasha, Sasha, Sasha,” Jacob admonished. He reached up and tugged my panties down till my bare ass was revealed, then spanked me again, rubbing the spot where he’d struck this time.

“I need you—” I started, unable to catch my breath. He moved his hand down a little, let his fingertips graze my pussy lips. I twisted, trying to push his fingers in deeper, but there was so little I could do turned over his shoulder like this.

“Calm down, calm down,” Jacob said. He walked to the bed and, just before sitting me down on the bed, slapped my ass again. Once he was on the mattress, he rolled me off his shoulder. I felt winded already, while Jacob looked confident— as per usual. I went still, eager to hear a command, eager for him to tell me how he’d take me this evening. He always had a plan, and his certainty was every bit as alluring as his body.

“You’ll let me fuck you however I want to, won’t you?” Jacob asked, corners of his mouth curving up a bit.

“Yes. Absolutely,” I said. Each time I said this, it made me more nervously excited— because he’d already done so much to me, with me, for me, in me— which meant there had to be so much more that I simply didn’t even know to fantasize about.

Jacob rose and took his clothes off, letting his erect cock spring from his pants; I licked my lips and leaned forward. Jacob obligingly guided it toward my mouth as he finished removing my shirt.

“You’re getting good at this,” Jacob said, voice guttural. He took a step forward, pushing more of his cock into my mouth. “Massage me with your tongue. Press hard, right along my shaft,” he instructed.

I did so, and felt his cock twitch with pleasure between my lips. Jacob looked down at me and smiled; he enjoyed me for a few more moments, then pulled away from me and sat down on the edge of the bed.