Lance leaned forward and began attacking my neck with his lips, kissing me all up and down, trailing his tongue lightly across me. He knew just how much that turned me on, and I shuddered with delight as he did it, my breath hitching in my lungs as I tried to make sense of all that I was feeling.
My legs tightened around his, and Lance growled as he started to get even hotter, and I moaned along with him, feeling my own orgasm rushing toward me like an oncoming train. I couldn’t hold it till he was ready this time, and after a few more seconds I pressed my head into Lance’s massive chest and screamed as I came.
Lance picked up the pace at which he lifted and lowered me onto his cock and I responded, ragged from cumming but still eager to make him feel good. When he came, Lance groaned and looked up, his eyes rolling back, and he shook below me as I felt the rush of his cum inside the condom.
We must have taken a short nap after that, because when I next gathered my wits about me, we were lying in Lance’s bed, with just the sheet over us. I wasn’t cold, though, even though they barely climate controlled the residence wing since no one but Lance lived here. Lance had me in his arms and his huge mass kept me entirely warm enough for my taste.
The nagging feeling in the back of my head had finally decided that it was done hanging out in the rear and had come forward. It pounded into my head like a migraine and I couldn’t shake it. All of a sudden being in this room with Lance, in his arms, all of which should have felt right and perfect and wonderful just felt scary and full of doubt, and I had to get out of there as quickly as I possibly could.
I wriggled free enough to look at the clock on the wall and realized I had spent way more time here than I had expected to, and I tried to get out of the bed without waking Lance.
“Hey,” he grunted, coming awake and rolling over, a big arm covering me up, momentarily making me lose my focus. “Where are you going?”
“I gotta go, I didn’t realize how late it was. We fell asleep!”
“Yeah, that sometimes happens after you do what we just did,” Lance said with a grin. “We could go for another round.”
“I really do have to go, Lance,” I murmured, getting out of bed and looking around for my clothes. I found them in a pile near the chair and I hurried over there and started getting dressed.
“Oh, uh, OK,” Lance shook his head and watched me get dressed. “
“What’re you looking at?”
He propped his head up on his arm, still watching me. “I like watching you put on clothing almost as much as I like watching you take it off.”
Ordinarily that would have made me swoon, and more than likely jump back to bed with him. But right now it just made me want to leave faster. What was going on with me?
I had no idea.
“Charlotte,” Lance started, sitting up in bed, his hands on either side of his legs. “Is everything OK?” He sounded concerned. Momentarily, I was thrilled that Lance had started noticing these cues of mine.
“Yes, everything’s fine.” I looked around for the rest of my stuff, then I stopped, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them. “Wait, that’s not fair to you. No, Lance, things aren’t OK.”
“I could tell. What’s wrong?”
“This, right? This is all wrong. You and me, this is all wrong. We can’t make this really work, can we?”
Lance frowned. “I don’t understand. We seem to be doing OK until just now…”
I almost laughed, but it came out wrong. “Doing OK? We’ve had more ups and downs than a romantic comedy, Lance, and it’s only been a few weeks that we’ve known each other!”
“I know it hasn’t been ideal, but…”
“But what?” My voice raised as I finally let all of it out. “We met and slept together on the first night. Neither of us thought this was going anywhere! We were never supposed to see each other again!”
Lance stood up and looked down at me. “Is that what you wish had happened? That we never saw each other after that night?”
“No!” I gulped, “I mean, sometimes maybe. It would make things easier, certainly.”
“I don’t try and make things easier for myself, Charlotte. I try to do the right thing.”
“That’s bullshit, Lance, and you know it. All this nonsense about a rule, no dating during the season, all that stuff. That’s just making things easier for you, isn’t it? That’s just denying who you are so it’s easier to play football!”
He had nothing to say, but he opened and closed his mouth a few times before he could find the words. “What’re you saying? You want to end this right now?”
“That’s best, isn’t it? You’re about to get back on the field, and soon you’ll be starting. Irrational confidence and optimism, isn’t that what you called it?”
“So? Maybe I do get back on the field, what then? How does that affect the two of us?” I could see Lance thinking hard, trying to figure out what I meant.