23. Dixie
DIXIE
All my resolutions not to sleep with Player again vanished when I woke up to his caresses, and when I met his gaze filled with desire, it immediately ignited a fire in my belly.
My body is on high alert, ready to discover new sensations and feel once more the shivers of pleasure that Player knows how to give me so well.
I can't take my eyes off him, in fact, I wouldn't be able to even if I wanted to.
The sight of his perfect body, naked next to mine, is an aphrodisiac.
Not a single muscle is missing from my sight, from his solid shoulders to his sculpted chest down to his thighs.
Suddenly, I want to feel him inside me and grab his firm buttocks with both hands.
My tongue moistens my lips in an automatic movement that doesn't escape Player's notice. The sexy smile he flashes me finishes igniting each of my nerve endings.
We don't need to speak to understand each other, I could almost believe that words are obstacles between us.
Player continues to caress my thighs, moving higher each time, and I feel the wetness of my desire on my skin.
Finally, in a movement so slow it borders on torture, Player leans toward me.
His gaze locked with mine, he positions his mouth in front of my sex, and I watch, fascinated.
With the tip of his tongue, he laps at my slit and I moan.
His satisfied little smile doesn't escape me. He's proud of himself!
I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back when he starts again, intensifying his caresses with his fingers. His confident movements transport me elsewhere, far from this room and the OMU campus.
"I told you I was the one who could slip into your room in the middle of the night to lick your tight pussy," he declares in an assured, husky voice in between strokes of his tongue.
I open my eyes to look at him. He's raised himself between my thighs, his erection pointing toward me. With a confidence I’m finding very powerful and comfortable, I grab it and slide my hand up and down.
"You also told me you wouldn't fuck me."
I emphasize my comeback with a rougher stroke. This time, it's him who stifles a groan, and I feel a strange joy filling me. Having this power over Player is intoxicating, to the point of making me want to go further.
"Damn, Alabama. What are you doing to me?"
I know his question is purely rhetorical, as he's fully aware of my intentions. If he wasn't already, my grip tightens around him and I increase the pace a bit, just to see what he can endure, and what he likes too.
He closes his eyes for a brief moment, but when he reopens them, his gaze is burning. I swallow hard. He lets me continue a little longer, then he takes back control.
Player lies down beside me and indicates for me to turn, spooning with him.
I comply without protest, excited to know what’s coming.
His erection presses against my buttocks, but I'm too focused on what his fingers are doing to think about it.
He lifts my thigh to better access my intimacy, which he caresses again and again, building the pleasure inside me until it completely overwhelms me.
My breathing catches in my throat for the entire duration of my orgasm, and when I open my eyes again, I realize that Player has turned me onto my back to watch me. The gleam of satisfaction shining in his pupils doesn't escape my notice.
I should probably feel ashamed of all the things he does to me and those he encourages me to do, yet I don't. My dignity has bowed out in the face of the star quarterback of the Jaguars.
Player seems about to get up, and I hold him back by the arm. "What about you?"
I nod toward his erection, which is far from subsiding. I swallow as I feel a spark of desire reignite within me. What am I becoming? I don't recognize myself anymore, but maybe I didn't know who I was in this area?
Player pulls me from my thoughts. "You thought I was finished with you, Alabama?"
I feel my eyes widen in surprise, immediately followed by a wave of desire that spreads through every cell in my body.
When Player resumes my "initiation", I pray that Keri decides not to come home tonight because I'm not sure I could bear the frustration of an interrupted encounter. All coherent thought vanishes from my mind when Player asks me to sit on the edge of my bed. I obey him without hesitation.
Who is this docile and eager girl?
I never would have believed I could be so... wanton. Yes, there's no other word to describe what he's making me do.
Standing in front of me, Player strokes his erection, and I watch him with a mixture of curiosity and pleasure.
"What do you want to do to me?" he asks.
I blink several times, unable to find the words, or rather, unable to say them out loud.
"Alabama. "
That single word resonates like an order, and I say the first thing that comes to mind. "I want to suck you."
Player's satisfied smile accelerates my heartbeat. A small voice inside warns me that I shouldn't be so willing, so excited by this man, but it's a lost cause.
My tongue moistens my lips as Player approaches me. When his tip brushes my mouth, I can't hold back anymore, I lick him once, surprised to discover I like his taste.
The moment I take his head into my mouth, Player emits a small grunt of pleasure that reverberates through my entire being, as if we were connected.
And this time, I lose control. I stop thinking completely as my tongue swirls around his tip before sliding down the length of his rigid shaft.
I don't know how long this little game lasts, but Player finally says, "I don't want to come like this. .."
I look up at him. His face is transformed by desire and pleasure, making him even more handsome. The more I look at him, the more he seems like he stepped right out of a Greek mythology book. Yes, he's as perfect as a god, and just as uncompromising.
He withdraws his cock from my mouth and places it between my breasts. This scene feels both strange and exciting. Watching his erection slide between my soft, pillowy orbs has something hypnotic about it.
A highly erotic spectacle that makes me even hotter.
"Touch yourself," he commands.
I don't even hesitate, and my fingers find my clitoris, which is so swollen that it's almost painful to touch.
"It feels so good..."
My voice is just a whisper, and when I throw my head back, offering my breasts to Player, I plunge into an orgasm even more intense than the last one.
He groans, and I feel him coming on me, hot drops projecting onto my skin.
The liquid spreads across my chest, flowing between my breasts and down my stomach.
Player doesn't leave right away, and when I reopen my eyes, I discover his gaze, still bright with pleasure, fixed on me.
With calculated slowness, he leans toward me and kisses me.
His kiss is possessive, as if declaring that I am his territory. My heart beats fast—because of the orgasm I just experienced? I don't know.
"You should go wash up, Dixie."
My eyelids open when I wasn't even aware I had closed them.
"And you should join me," I whisper.
My boldness surprises us both.
"If I join you, Alabama, we won't just wake up our neighbors, but all the students in the dorm."
"You're overestimating yourself a bit," I tease him.
He frowns, but not harshly. "It's you who's underestimating me. I swear one day I'll make you scream so loud you'll bring the entire floor running."
I blink several times, surprised by the wave of desire coursing through me. Damn, what's the limit to what I can endure? It seems like my body wants more and more. Is it possible that I've stored up too much frustration during my high school years? Or is Player solely responsible for my state?
I still haven't regained my senses on Monday when I go to class. We literally fucked all night, and my body’s still worn out. Memories of it all prevent me from concentrating on what the economics professor is saying, and the sight of Player a few rows ahead of me isn't helping my state.
Feeling my look, he looks around the room. Our eyes meet, and there's such intensity in his look that my body reacts. I'm certain he's perfectly aware of it, which only intensifies the tension building in my stomach.
I bring my pen to my lips in an automatic movement that doesn't escape Player. Damn it! I think back to the blowjob I gave him last night, and I know he's thinking about it too.
With a smirk, he turns back around, and I try to concentrate for the rest of the class, but it's hopeless. I can’t help but look at his back, the way his muscles ripple underneath his team t-shirt, and I get the distinct feeling that he’s thinking about me, too.
What's happening to us? Is he like this with all his conquests? I had promised myself not to sleep with him again, and here I am wondering when it will happen next.
Player is making me lose my mind as well as any sense of rationality.
I shouldn't let myself be distracted. I'm at college for a good reason, I want to get a business degree to take over my parents' family business.
I've been so distracted since arriving at OMU that I've practically forgotten my goal.
I have to admit that a deep sense of freedom has overtaken me since coming to OMU. I'm discovering independence, and the flip side, the possibility of making mistakes. Because I have no doubt, Player is one, but it feels so good to give in to him.
My phone screen lights up and a message appears.
UNKNOWN
Meet me in the hallway
The number is unknown and the message isn't signed, but I know who it's from. A glance down the rows to his seat confirms that Player sent it. He could easily have gotten my number since we all filled out sticky notes on the fridge at Saphya's request, "for emergency situations. "
Player has left his seat and is discreetly exiting the lecture hall.
I turn my attention back to our professor who's delivering his lecture in a sleep-inducing tone that's putting even himself to sleep. With his nose buried in his papers, he's reading aloud while the students take notes.
My phone lights up again.
UNKNOWN
Now
I don't think twice and slip my phone in my pocket before standing up. I leave the lecture hall as quickly and discreetly as possible. As soon as I've passed through the swinging door, someone grabs my arm and pulls me into the hallway.
I barely hold back a small cry of surprise when I almost stumble, but I catch myself against Player's powerful chest. When I look up, his gaze captures mine and I forget to breathe.