Finally.
Then we’re exiting the stadium, and I don’t have any thoughts to spare for anyone else because Keanen isn’t leading me back to his dorm room across the wide open green, like I expected. Instead, he pulls me under the stadium steps, into a series of offices I didn’t even know were down here.
“What are you doing?” I ask, laughing, breathless.
He grins. “I’m far too impatient to wait until we get all the way across campus.” Then he pulls me inside a small office. Although there’s a desk in here, there’s not much else. Just empty shelves, and one dusty trophy in a corner.
Keanen walks me backward, until my heels bump up against the desk. His hands slide down my curves, and he grins at me, so close I have to tilt my head all the way back to keep my eyes on his. “You look too good in that skirt,” he murmurs, and his hands slide down to my thighs, to the bottom of the jean skirt I paired with a ripped jersey in the school colors for tonight. “I didn’t think I could keep my hands off of you for one second longer.”
His hands slide up my thighs, and he leans in close again, stopping just before he kisses me, grinning, teasing. “You’re mine now, Missy.”
“I already was,” I reply. And then I reach up to slide one arm around the back of his neck and pull him into a longer, slower kiss.
As his tongue parts my lips again, his hands slide up my skirt, hiking it up around my waist. He reaches around to grab my ass tightly with both hands, which makes me gasp a little against his lips. Then he hoists me up and plants me onto the table in front of him.
In response, I wrap both of my legs around his waist, my free hand sliding over his jersey to tug it free from his pants. He’s still hot from the game, but it only makes me want him more. The way he’s riled up, smelling of sweat and heat and masculine energy.
He presses against me, and I can feel the thick outline of his cock through his pants, which are tight enough that when I steal a glance down, I can see him, too.
He grins, and shifts to kiss my jawline. His teeth nip at my neck, and I inhale sharply. “Someone’s just as thirsty as I am.”
“I blame you,” I murmur. Then my breath catches again, when he runs his tongue down the length of my neck. His hands shift, one sliding up to catch my shirt. “Watching you out on the field today,” I start, watching him again now. He pulls my shirt up, and I lean back to let him take it off. He tosses it over his shoulder, and makes short work of my bra after, his lips pressing against my collarbone, the dip in my neck.
I tilt my head back, arching my back as my breasts spring free of the bra, and he throws that the way of my shirt.
“You’re incredible, you know that?” I murmur. “The way you take control of the field…”
He grins up at me, his face positioned just between my breasts. Then he leans down to kiss, lick, and suck his way across one, his tongue pressing at my skin, swirling, tasting me. “I much prefer taking command of you, though,” he murmurs, just before he catches my nipple with his tongue, and sucks it into his mouth.
I gasp as he sucks at it, just hard enough to make my nipple begin to harden. All the while his free hand cups my other breast, his thumb working over my nipple until it, too, feels hard as a pebble beneath his touch.
Just when the pleasure becomes almost too much, as if sensing it, he shifts, kissing his way across my chest to take my other nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking at me, as his free hand slides up and he hooks his fingertips under the edge of my panties.
One swift move, and he tugs those away from between his, grinning as he leans back in, his torso between my thighs, the hard press of his cock on my inner thigh.
I reach down to trace the edges of his cock, tilting my head up to catch his eyes. “I want your thick cock inside me,” I say, my gaze on his. I tighten my grip around him for emphasis, and I can feel the pulse as his cock jumps beneath my fingers, already hard as steel.
His grin turns heated. Sly. “Whatever you command,” he tells me. Then he shifts a little, reaches down to grab his pants, and I reach down to help him, practically shoving them off his waist in my eagerness.
My lips part when he draws his cock free, the same way I always do when I see him like this, so hungry for me he can barely contain it. I reach down to wrap both hands around his shaft, stroking his length, my hands tracing the veins that stand out on the edge of his thick shaft, my thumb tracing across his soft, spongy tip, where a pearl of precum has gathered, that’s how much he wants me.
He watches me through hooded eyes, his breath coming harder. Faster. “Missy… You make me so fucking hard.”
I look up to meet his gaze, hiding a smile. At the same time, I tighten my hands around his shaft. “Do you want me right now, Keanen?”
He steps closer with a growl, low in the back of his throat. “Always.” He leans in to kiss the crook of my neck, the hollow at the base of my throat. “But right now?” He draws back a little to meet my gaze again, his own heated. “More than I have ever wanted anyone or anything in my life,” he murmurs.
My breath catches.
When he shifts between my legs again, it’s slower this time. He guides the tip of his cock to my entrance, pausing to meet my gaze before he slowly eases inside me. I gasp as the tip of his cock slips between my lips. But with every inch that he pushes deeper into my pussy, I feel my muscles relaxing, my body expanding to take him in, to fit him into where he belongs.
By the time he’s fully inside me, I have both legs wrapped tight around his waist, my hands fisted in his shirt to hold myself up.
He wraps one hand around the small of my back and slowly leans over me, laying me back down across the desk until he’s standing at the edge, his body pressing mine down into the desk, as his cock fills me fully. “Missy.” The emotion in his voice stops me cold, freezes my breath in my lungs as I watch him. He searches my gaze for a moment, shifting so I can feel every inch of his cock inside me, the full feeling that I love, the sense of being so close to him, so connected.
“I love you,” he whispers, and I swear my heart could burst straight through my chest right now, it beats so fast where it’s pressed against his, his body wrapped tight around mine.
“I love you,” I breathe. Then his lips collide with mine again, and he draws back, making me moan a little in the back of my throat in protest, not wanting to lose the feeling of him inside me. But he thrusts back again a moment later, and then we’re both moving, our hands tight around each other’s bodies, roaming.
I pull his shirt off, discard it. I want every bare inch of our skin touching now. His smooth, strong chest glides over mine, his muscles glistening, digging into my soft places in all the right ways. His mouth keeps moving, kissing my lips, my jaw, my throat.
I run my hands over his bare back, digging my fingertips into every muscle, tracing outlines on his skin.
His hands mirror my own, tracing my curves, gripping my hips for purchase as he moves faster, arching his back so that his cock drags along my inner walls, making my breath hitch as he grazes over my G-spot.
He watches me then, smiling at the way I arch under him, reacting. “I love watching you come for me,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with heat. “I could spend my whole life watching you lose control like this…”