Page 114 of Scoring the Player
“Look for the guy in the wife beater,” Gavin calls as we keep walking in search of them.
We don’t make it far before we’re stopped by some of my teammates wanting to have a good laugh at my costume and ogle my girl. I let them have a pass for the night. She’s smoking hot. It would be hard not to notice.
Lucas dressed up as the Joker—the Jared Leto version. Stella is the cheerleader fromStranger Things, and I’m never going to be able to unsee Teddy dressed up as Buddy the Elf. Holly is Buddy’s elf girlfriend, Jovi, of course.
“I still haven’t seen Jane,” Dahlia says as we get another drink. “Or Daisy and Jordan.”
“They’re around here somewhere,” I say and wrap my arms around her hips. “And in the meantime, I know how we can kill some time.”
Her eyes twinkle as she brings her hands up to my shoulders. “What a coincidence. I had a few ideas of my own.”
I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Do they include my hands down the front of those tight shorts?”
Her breath hitches, and she nods. “Maybe we should walk to your place.”
It’s almost a mile away, but if it’s the difference between making out with her and not, I’m tempted. Luckily, I know a spot at Sigma. An old teammate was a member here and told me about it, but I had to promise not to share it. Like I’d give up the details on a secret make-out spot.
“I have a better idea. Little halftime show for my hottie QB.”
She giggles. “Are we going to get dirty on the back nine? Hit it into the rough? Choke down on the shaft? Get it into the hole?”
My dick twitches. These slacks are not going to do a good job of hiding it if I get a hard-on in the middle of this party. “Good god, woman.”
“Golf has the best dirty phrases.” Her smile is all sweetness and charm.
“Come on. I know a spot where we can bang it in or bump and run.”
“I know those are football terms, but I have no idea what you just said,” she says as I pull her behind me.
“Real happy to show you, hot stuff.”
We go up a flight of stairs off the kitchen and then hang a left. There’s a bathroom at the end of the hallway. The way it was told to me, it’s the president of the frat’s private wing. The rest of the bedrooms are on the other side of the house, and there are restrooms downstairs so people don’t think to come up here.
I turn the handle and then bend down to bring my lips to Dahlia’s and walk backward into the space.
“I have had dreams,vivid dirty dreams, of fucking you in this jersey.”
“As long as you don’t yell ‘touchdown’ as you come.” She rushes to undo my pants.
Laughing, I mutter, “The things that come out of your mouth.”
“It’s your fault. You broke the barrier. I used to not be able to speak around you and now I can’t stop every thought from spilling out.” She shoves my pants and boxer briefs down and my dick springs free.
“Every thought, huh?” I slide my hand down the front of her shorts. “What are you thinking now?”
“I like you,” she says. “Somuch. And that feels…” She trails off when my fingers slide through her slick center.
“Already so wet.”
“And you’re so hard.” She reaches out and strokes me gently.
I’m too keyed up to let her explore for long. I lift her onto the vanity and strip her out of the tiny shorts and even tinier thong. In the week since we’ve been official, we’ve spent a lot of time naked, but fuck if seeing her like this doesn’t hit me with the force of a burly linebacker every single time.
I swipe my tongue along her folds. She leans back and scoots closer to the edge to give me better access. While lapping her up, I reach down for my wallet and grab a condom. I want to eat her until she writhes against my tongue, but I also need to be inside her.
“What are you thinking now?” I ask as I cover myself and line up the head of my cock at the entrance to her pretty pussy.
She hesitates, then lets out a heavy sigh. “I’m the luckiest girl in the world.”
