Sacked (Gridiron #1)

She’s still laughing, her smaller frame vibrating under mine. “I came, Knox. Didn’t you feel it?”


“I don’t know what I felt,” I admit. “I think I saw that light all those people who have a near death experience claim to have seen. I’m okay if this is how I go out.” I find some small reserve of strength and roll off her, pulling her with me so my still-hard dick gets to stay inside that warm, tight embrace. I wonder if I can wear her. Whether there’s some campus provision that would prevent me from walking around with her attached to my dick. I should get my student liaison to look into that for me. “Christ Almighty, I've never felt so good.”

“Not even when you got the offer from Western?” Her lips move against my chest, inches away from my nipple.

I tip her head up so I can look into those big brown eyes of hers. I shake my head in dismay over her sad comparison. “Not even close. This is the best thing ever.”

“Better than winning the championship?” She grins.

I think for a minute. “That would be a close second.”

She tucks her head under my chin again. I rearrange her legs so that I don’t slip out. Although given how hard I still am, I don’t think there’s any danger in that.

“Are you sorry you waited?” she asks softly.

“No way. This was perfect.” I kiss the crown of her head. “You were perfect.”

“Are you sorry I didn't wait?”

Ah, is that where her uncertainty came from?

“Why should I be? You had different circumstances. Besides, I tell myself that all your previous experiences were terrible. Don’t correct me if I’m wrong. I’m happy to be wrong and ignorant in this matter.”

I stroke her back, running my fingers along the sharp edges of her shoulder blades and tracing the bumps of her spine. I circle her waist with my hands.

“Your fantasies aren’t that far off the mark,” she admits. Her fingernails scratch over my nipple, my pec, and down my side. My dick perks up even more.

“Really?”

“Yes. Watching you touch yourself in that bathroom was hotter than anything I've personally experienced. It's why I couldn't stay away even though I knew I should.”

“I’m glad you didn’t.”

“I’m glad you didn't give up on me.”

“Never.” I tilt her head up and capture her mouth. “You ready for round two?”

“Only if I get to be on top this time.”

The sacrifices I have to make…

???



After Sunday, it’s like I can’t get enough. I stalk her around campus. I drag her down four flights of stairs after one of her creative writing courses, shove up her skirt, and take her in the corner of a stairwell.

Her heel digs into my ass as I pound into her as if the entire universe’s rotation depends on how fast I can make her come. When she does come, it’s usually with this tiny gasp. It’s a sound that I hear in my dreams. I replay it when I’m on the road, along with all the other noises of our sex: The sweaty slap of our bodies as I jam against her. The sweet suck of her * as it hugs me tight. The feral grunts from my own throat as the orgasm overtakes me and I lose all control.

I sneak her into the athletic center because I want to christen my locker. She rides me, rubbing her body all over mine while she comes on my dick. That may be a mistake, because every time I sit in my locker, I think of her, us, and I get hard. Getting hard in the locker room is not a good idea. But she has her own problems. She’s taken to wearing skirts and thigh high tights because I’ve ripped the crotch of so many of her regular tights, and because, she admitted, she’s tired of her tights having a wet crotch after an encounter with me.

The new obsession I have with her doesn’t affect my play on the field. If anything, my focus is sharper there. Things happen in slow motion. It’s like I know the play before the ball even gets hiked. I start racking up ridiculous numbers. Two sacks in one game. Three in another. I get an interception and run it in for a touchdown in three different games. It’s unheard of. ESPN’s College Game Day becomes a Knox Masters highlight reel.

Life is fucking good.





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Ellie





Week 8: Warriors 6-0


“You look exhausted,” Riley observes as I drop onto the sofa by her. She’s studying some kind of ethics and law, based on the paperwork strewn about. “Is it all the sex you’re getting? Because I swear if I was getting it as much as you do, I’d have trouble walking.”

“I wish.” Although truthfully some days I am sore. It’s been five weeks of nonstop sex whenever Knox can find a spare minute from football and classes. The team is still undefeated and there are only five weeks left in the regular season with a conference title game in December.

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