25. Crazy for the Cougars
25
Tessa
I’m riding high on all the first-date feels, but that doesn’t stop me from brainstorming for the perfect prank to pay Riggs back for the wrapping paper. I drove to the big party supply warehouse in Branston this morning, buying all the balloons and streamers I could find in blue and gold––the colors of the Caufield Cougars.
The league put the Bandits in the same division as Caufield, and with it being the closest team, geographically speaking, everyone assumes they’ll end up being the Bandits’ biggest rivals. Which is why I plan to decorate the front of Riggs’ house with all this stuff.
And this time, I won’t get caught.
Riggs told me he has a team meeting at the training facility this afternoon and that he’d be gone for a couple of hours.
I open the roll of butcher paper I bought on my way home from Branston and unroll a few feet. Cutting it off, I unroll an identical length, cut it, and tape the two together. Stretching the banner I’ve created out on the floor, I grab some blue and yellow markers and write in thick block letters, “Crazy for the Cougars.” I grin as I add some stars and hearts to the outer edges.
I hear a truck engine start up, and I leap to my feet and run for the window. Peeking out, I watch Riggs pull from his driveway and head down the street. I stand there watching for several minutes to make sure he hasn’t forgotten something and come back. When I’m satisfied he’s really on the road, I carefully roll up the banner and grab the tape, scissors, and the bag of goodies I bought at the party store.
I hurry over to Riggs’ place and carefully tape the banner to his garage door. Then I get to work, twisting the gold and blue streamers together and hanging them from every available surface. I outline the garage door, twist them around his porch railing, hang them from the eaves of the roof. When I think I’ve hung enough, I start blowing up the balloons. I tie blue ones and gold ones together, then tape them to the corners of the banner. I tape them to the streamers, too, until Riggs’ house looks like a die-hard tribute to the Cougars.
I take a few pictures before gathering up my trash and darting back to my house. Rushing inside, I change into a blue sundress with gold sandals, pour a glass of wine, and head out to sit on my porch to wait.
Twenty minutes later, I hear the rumbling of a truck coming down the street. I see that it’s him, and my heart starts to gallop in my chest. Setting down my wine glass, I grab my phone and start filming.
Riggs pulls into his driveway, and I zoom in on his face through the window. His mouth is hanging open, and his eyes are wide as he parks and turns off the engine. Swinging open the door, he steps out and stumbles around the hood. Taking in the whole scene, he drops to his knees and pushes his hands into his hair.
“What the fuck?” he says loud enough for me to hear, and a laugh bubbles up my throat.
His head snaps in my direction, his eyes narrowing when he sees me filming him. He pushes himself back to his feet and lifts his hands in the air as if to ask, “What the hell is this?”
“Go Cougars!” I shout, and his spine goes ramrod straight before he strides toward me.
“You’ve gone too far this time, woman,” he growls as he approaches, but I’m already on my feet, running for my front door. “Oh, no you don’t!”
He yells the words as he dodges forward just in time to keep me from closing the door in his face. I stumble backward, my excited giggles ringing between us as he stalks through the doorway. Turning off my camera app, I toss my phone onto the couch.
“I should spank you for that dirty trick,” he says, and I suck in a sharp breath as my body reacts to the threat.
An image of Riggs bending me over his lap and spanking me before kissing it better plays on repeat through my mind, and I instantly get wet. Riggs must see something in my eyes, because he freezes and cocks his head.
“You like that idea, don’t you?” he asks, and I’m unable to resist nodding. “Well, that wouldn’t really be a punishment, then, would it? Maybe I should tickle you until you scream instead.”
“You wouldn’t,” I breathe, continuing to move backward toward the hall to my bedroom.
“Oh, believe me, I would.”
He dashes toward me on that last word, and a scream rips up my throat as I spin to make a run for it. It’s obvious which one of us is the athlete when he catches me a second later, wrapping his arms around my middle and lifting my feet from the floor. I kick and twist halfheartedly––Let’s be honest. I don’t really want to escape him––but he ignores my protests and carries me like that straight to my room. He tosses me onto the bed where I bounce and try to roll off the opposite side. He catches me, though, pulling me back to the middle before straddling my thighs and pinning my hands over my head.
“On second thought, maybe I’ll just tease you to the edge, then refuse to let you come,” he says, bending low to nip at my jaw.
I moan and arch my back as he trails kisses down my neck, all playfulness forgotten. His mouth moves over my breast, his teeth grazing over my already-erect nipple through my dress. Gathering my wrists into one hand, he uses his free one to yank down the material along with the cup of my bra. He teases the nipple with his tongue, flicking it repeatedly before sucking it into his mouth.
My core clenches with need, and I try to pull my hands free so I can touch him. Riggs releases my breast and lifts his head to meet my eyes.
“I’m going to let go, but I don’t want you to move. Leave your hands where they are. Understand?” At my nod, he adds, “Good girl.”
My core spasms at those words, and I inhale sharply. Riggs shoots me a knowing smile like he knows how his praise affected me. Then he pulls my dress over my head and tosses it aside before reaching beneath me to unhook my bra. Pulling the spandex free, he drops it and covers both of my breasts with his large hands.
“So pretty,” he whispers reverently, plumping up my flesh before licking each nipple.
Back and forth, again and again, he worships them with his tongue, lips, and teeth until I’m writhing beneath him. My fingers itch to touch him, but I force them to stay over my head where Riggs put them.
I stay still as he climbs off me and pulls down my underwear and tosses them aside. Getting on his knees between my legs, he lifts one foot and kisses my ankle. Then the side of my calf. Then my knee. He keeps kissing a path upward, and I hold my breath as he nears the spot I most want his mouth. He blows a puff of air over my slick flesh before moving to the opposite thigh and kissing his way back down to that ankle.
I’m trembling with need by this point, my head thrashing from side to side as the need pulsing inside me drives me crazy. I’ve never been edged like this before, and I can now see how Riggs decided it would be the perfect punishment for my prank.
This is the fucking worst.
“Riggs. Please,” I groan as he moves back up to my inner thigh and lightly nips at it with his teeth.
“Please, what?” he asks, licking my slit in one quick stroke before moving to the opposite thigh.
“Please make me come,” I beg.
A shiver rolls through him at my husky words, and I know I’m getting to him. He may have started this thing intent on torturing me for revenge, but he hasn’t remained unaffected. I can see his erection tenting his dress slacks.
“I want your cock inside me, filling me up like only you can,” I say before he can speak.
His pupils dilate, and he’s upright and pulling his dress shirt free of his pants before my next breath. I sigh with relief as he quickly unbuckles his belt, undoes his pants, and shoves them down his thighs along with his boxer briefs. I gasp as his cock springs free, watching as he grips it and gives it a couple of strokes.
Then he goes still and bites out a curse. “Do you have any condoms? I don’t have one on me.”
“No,” I say, my mouth watering as I watch him grip his cock.
“Okay,” he says, shaking his head. “It’s fine. I’ll just make you come on my tongue.”
“I’m on birth control,” I blurt as he brings his mouth to my center.
He freezes, lifting his head to meet my gaze. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying I want you…bare. I’ve never had sex without a condom before, and I want you to be my first, Riggs.”
“You want me to be your first?”
“Yes.”
I know what he’s thinking. That if things hadn’t gotten so fucked up between us twelve years ago, he would’ve been my first, period. And, fuck, I wish he had been. But we can still have this.
“I’ve never had sex without a condom, either,” he says. “And I get tested every year just to be safe. I’m clean.”
“I am, too,” I say, swallowing thickly.
“Are you sure?” he asks, crawling over me to settle his hips between my thighs.
“I’m sure,” I say, finally lifting my arms to grip his hair between my fingers. “I want you. All of you. And I want you to feel me with no barrier between us.”
I pull him down for a kiss, and he drives his tongue through my lips as he bucks his hips forward, sliding the tip of his cock into me. He groans into my mouth as he rocks his hips, pushing into me centimeter by centimeter as if he’s trying to relish and remember every second of it.
“Riggs,” I moan, watching as a bead of sweat drips down his temple.
“Tessa,” he whispers back, then drives his hips forward, filling me deliciously.
He goes completely still save for the heaving of his chest. His face fills with wonder as my inner walls pulse and flutter around him, gripping him tightly as my body adjusts to the invasion.
“Fuck, Tessa,” he breathes. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”
He starts to move, and I gasp each time he thrusts in and rotates his hips. Riggs dips his head to suck at my nipples, and I clench his hair in an iron grip as I hold on for dear life. It feels different this time, special. And as my body tenses with an impending release, I know I’ll never forget this.
Whatever happens between us, we’ll always have this moment. Always.