Tackle (Bad Boy Billionaire Sports Romance)

I can hear his mom's voice through the phone and I swat at his hand. "Stop," I mouth, looking over my shoulder.

"I'm not telling you that, mom," he says, his finger never stopping what it's doing, and I hear his mother's muffled voice through the phone. "I'll see you in a bit. Love you too."

The second he hangs up, I slap his arm. "Don't keep doing that while you're on the phone with your mother, you pervert."

"I'm going to keep doing this over and over," he whispers. "By the way, my mom says to tell you hi."

I start to protest, but I'm too distracted by what he does with his fingers to care about Colton's mom and what she suspects.





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Colton





"This isn't studying," she states, her expression serious. "If I'm going to tutor you, then you actually have to let me tutor you."

"If you want me to concentrate, you shouldn't have worn a damn sundress to the tutoring session," I argue, running my hands over her breasts. I pull one of the tiny straps on the dress right over her shoulder, breathing in her scent. I think it's burned on my brain now. She smells like raspberries and coconut and something else that makes my mouth water.

It makes me want to eat her.

Two weeks of doing everything but fucking her has me crawling up the damn walls. I think it might be even worse than when I was not touching her at all.

Cassie squirms on my lap, leaning against me as I kiss below her ear. My cock hardens against her ass as she moves.

"The door to this room doesn't lock," she whispers. "We should just get out of here."

"Not a chance," I growl. "The only way you get out of here is after I've made you come. So stand up."

When she rises, I run my hands up her legs and over her ass, yanking her panties down her thighs. I don't bother to take them off.

Cassie puts her palms on the table and peers over her shoulder at me, the back of her dress flipped up to her waist and her ass in the air, panties around her knees. "If someone walks in here right now…"

"Then we're both fucked, aren't we?"

My fingers brush against her pussy and she whispers my name. She's already wet for me. I'm not even screwing this girl yet, and I can't get enough of her. We're doing everything but screwing every waking minute. I think she's a nympho now.

I think I might have turned her into one.

I think she might have turned me into a master of foreplay.

"Colton," she whispers. "Put your fingers inside me."

Instead, I smack her on the ass, watching her ass cheek jiggle at the blow. "Bad girl," I say. "Ordering me around."

"You told me I'd have to beg."

I slide my fingers between her legs, pressing against her clit, listening to the sound of her breath when I touch her. "I told you that you'd have to beg me to fuck you," I say. "Not to finger you."

"Maybe that's what I'm begging you to do."

I slide my fingers inside her in one swift movement, and she moans.

"Not funny, cock tease," I say, my voice gruff. I wrap her ponytail around my hand, pulling her head back as I fuck her with my fingers. My dick is so hard at the mere mention of wanting me inside her that I think I'm going to explode right now.

Cassie moans when I pull her hair. "I want to feel you," she says as I fuck her with my fingers, my movements quicker the more she pushes her ass back against my hand. I find her asshole with my thumb, pressing against it as I stroke her inside.

"Reach between your legs and touch your clit," I tell her. If she keeps talking about how much she wants to feel my cock inside her, I'm going to take her right here in this classroom. And that isn't how I want to take her virginity at all.

She strokes herself, doing that thing she does where she bites her lower lip to keep from crying out as I fuck her harder with my fingers. "Let me feel it," she says. "I want to feel your cock against me. I want to feel you on me."

This girl is going to ruin me.

I fuck her with my fingers until she's on the verge. "You wish it were my cock inside you right now, Cassie?" I whisper. "You want it to be my cock that makes you come, my cock that fills you up?"

"Please," she says.

I pull my fingers from her pussy, undoing my cargo shorts and dropping them to the floor. Gripping my cock in my hand, I press it up between her legs, and pull her against me with my other hand. My lips are near her ear, and she leans her head on me, her eyes closed and lips parted, her breath coming in short gasps. "This is what you want?" I ask, guiding my shaft along her pussy.

Her warm wetness on my cock is nearly unbearable. I want to feel it envelop me. I want to thrust inside her warm pussy and let go.

But I don't. I feel her throb against my shaft, and I whisper into her ear, my hand tight across her breast. "I'm so close, you know. Move an inch and I'll be inside you. Bare. With no protection, nothing between us."

She moans, pushing her ass against me, rubbing her pussy against my shaft.

"Is that what you like?" I whisper. "The thought of me bare inside you?"