24. Player
PLAYER
I can't get Alabama out of my head, and it's even worse after last night. She stares at me, waiting for my reaction, so I stop overthinking. I lean toward her and claim her mouth.
Her response is immediate, she clings to my neck and our kiss deepens. The satisfaction of ducking out of class is far less intense than possessing my neighbor’s body. Which I intend to do it again as soon as possible.
When I break our kiss, my dick is standing at attention in my boxers and Dixie's breathing has lost its steadiness.
I grab her hand and lead her through the empty hallway.
"Where are we going?" she asks when we descend the stairs that lead to the building's entrance.
I glance at her sideways. God, she's beautiful! Damn! If I could have, I would've taken her right in the lecture hall. That idea appeals to me, and I file it away for another time. Who knows? Maybe we'll have the opportunity to fuck in a classroom someday? For now, I have something else in mind.
We leave the building and Dixie tugs on my hand. "Player?"
I answer mysteriously, "You promised me a shower."
I haven't stopped thinking about it since this morning.
If I'd followed my instincts, that's what we would have done as soon as we woke up, even with our roommates around.
I have no problem fucking while they're nearby, and I love pushing Alabama to her limits.
Unfortunately, she'd already left for class.
We finally reach the Jaguars' locker room. The place is empty since we don't practice until later in the afternoon.
I toss my backpack onto a bench before looking at Dixie. She glances around, nibbling on her lower lip. That simple little gesture is enough to heighten my excitement.
When she finally turns her attention back to me, her cheeks have turned scarlet. "You want to do it here?"
Her voice catches on the last word, bringing a smile to my lips. With slow, predatory steps, I approach her. "You and I got off to such a good start, Alabama. We can't stop now."
She frowns, or more, pouts. "So you like screwing students now?"
She just raised the million-dollar question, why do I take so much pleasure in sleeping with her when I'm indifferent to others?
I've asked myself the same thing hundreds of times since I took her virginity, without finding a satisfactory answer, so I stopped looking. I'm just following my urges, and right now, Alabama is who I want to fuck, period. So I shrug. " Students , I don't know, but you , yes."
She doesn't take her eyes off me, and I continue, "I really enjoy fucking you, Alabama."
She bites her lip again and her gaze tries to escape mine, without success. I move even closer to her. Dixie doesn't look up, so I slide my index finger under her chin to encourage her. When I have her full attention, I ask, "And you, do you like what we do?"
The entire future of our adventure depends on her answer. She considers the question for a few moments before nodding, but that's not enough for me, "Say it."
She swallows, but doesn't back down when she declares, "I like it when you fuck me, Player."
That's all I needed. I surge forward and kiss her breathless. I want to possess her, I want to be inside her and feel her explode around my cock, I want to fuck her in every imaginable position and in every possible place.
I see no alternative to this urge that's been consuming me from the inside since I tasted her. Even before that, from the moment she came to confront me that first day, I’ve felt this electric current between us.
I was able to suppress it for a while, but it was stronger than me. And I know she feels it too.
Suddenly, I realize I've completely forgotten about the little game I started between us. Honestly, at this point, I don't know who won or lost, and it doesn't matter anymore. While kissing Alabama, I work on removing her clothes.
"I want you naked against me," I breathe.
She blinks several times but doesn't let herself be intimidated. Without a word, she removes her top, peeling her shirt off before shoving the shorts she’s wearing, which show off her delicious legs to their fullest, down.
I hurry to do the same before putting on protection under her attentive gaze.
My focus is riveted to Dixie's face as I roll the latex over my hard cock.
Her eyes shine and her cheeks are pink. She's so beautiful!
I pull her against me to kiss her again.
I drink in her taste, her scent, the silkiness of her skin under my fingers…
everything. In one motion, I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my hips.
I guide us into the showers, the very same ones that will be occupied by me and my teammates in a few hours.
I turn on the taps, and when the water is warm enough, I slide us under the spray .
"We could get caught," she points out. She’s right, technically the football locker room’s available to players 24/7.
"That's the whole point."
We stare at each other for a moment. I'm waiting to see what she's made of.
Will she back out? I hold her against me, her petite figure is light, but I'm dying to penetrate her.
In this position, my erection is nestled between her buttocks, and I won't last long before entering her. The need is powerful, primal, brutal.
My hands position themselves on her ass, squeezing hard and drawing a moan from her. "Changed your mind, Dixie?"
I've never forced a woman to sleep with me—they were all willing, better than that: they came back for more. But with Dixie, the roles are reversed. I'm the one pursuing her.
She looks at me for a moment as the water runs over us and I clench my teeth to control the desire pulsing through my hard cock.
"Fuck me, Player," she finally articulates.
I think those are the most arousing words she's spoken since I've known her, and I don't need to be told twice. Immediately, I claim her mouth and with one hand, I position myself at the entrance of her sex. With a single, deep thrust, I penetrate her completely, both of us moaning.
Our two bodies fit together perfectly. She's tight around me and when I move my hips to slide in and out of her, the sensation is just incredible.
A sense of urgency suddenly takes hold of us. Dixie undulates on me in a way I can't quite comprehend. Her hands press against my shoulders and I hold her hips to bury myself deeper inside her.
When she throws her head back, releasing a cry of pleasure, I take the opportunity to capture a breast between my lips. Her hardened nipple is sensitive, and the bite of my teeth on her flesh draws out more moans that bring me to the edge. It would take so little for us to fall over together.
I stop thinking, guided only by my partner's reactions, I let myself go. My thrusts become more violent, always deeper.
"Player..."
My name on her lips finally propels me elsewhere. I take her as if I've never possessed anyone else before her, and as if there would never be anyone else after. The only thing that matters is here and now, in this locker room, under this shower, with Dixie.
"What's up with you?" Emery asks me during practice.
I give him a sidelong glance without answering. Standing up, we both clap, and bend back down to stretch our hamstrings, this time to our left.
"You almost look..." My friend stops and seems to search for words before finishing his sentence, "...happy." He frowns, and I hold back a burst of laughter. "Seriously, Player, you're freaking me out. What's going on?"
I shake my head and touch my left cleat, holding it while up front Chauncey calls off the count to ten before we switch again, this time to trunk rotations.
"The way you talk, you'd think I'm a monster."
"Well yeah, that's exactly what you are, buddy! A fucking Grinch who never loosens up. Always scowling and insulting people."
I look at him for a moment while waiting my turn to go through the course marked on the floor. "You're exaggerating, E- Dawg."
"Oh really! E-Dawg? " Emery asks in shock. "Seriously? Something's wrong with you!"
I ignore him and control my arms, swinging them around to loosen my trunk without pulling something. I don’t like doing ‘cold stretches’ but Coach Adams is old school that way. So it’s about stretching without getting yourself hurt in the process.
Emery does the same, and when he keeps looking at me like a fucking basset hound, I understand he won't let it go.
"Did you take a hit to the head during the game Saturday?" he insists.
"Not that I know of."
He stares at me with a skeptical look.
"I don't like where this is going," he comments finally.
I shrug my shoulders, and reach for the sky for the next stretch. "That's because there's nothing going on, actually."
"Don't take me for an idiot, please! I've been your buddy for so long I practically came out of your dad's balls!"
I laugh at his remark, which only increases his suspicion.
"Oh shit! I'm going to alert the coach!" He's about to turn away, but I reach over and grab his arm. "Alright, fine! You win."
My friend looks at me with barely concealed satisfaction. "Come on, spill it. What's happening? Did you finally convince your old man to get off your back?"
I let out an annoyed sigh. "That will never happen..."
"So what then?"
An image of Dixie flashes through my mind. I don't want to talk about what we're doing. Not that I'm naturally secretive, but I want to keep her to myself. I push away this possessive instinct that manifests whenever I think about my roommate.
"I met someone," I finally admit.
Emery gives me a genuine smile, and I frown. "What are you smiling like an idiot for? "
"Nothing!"
With that, he turns his back to resume warming up, this time with a light lap around the practice field. I follow closely behind him before asking again what's up with him. He finally faces me, "I never thought I'd see you in love, that's all."
I'm petrified. I feel like a defensive end just ran right over me. What the hell is he talking about? I'm not in love! If enjoying sex with someone was enough to have feelings, everyone would know about it,
"You don't know what you're talking about," I say in an icy tone.
Emery looks at me in silence for a moment, and I know he's convinced that what he just said is true. I, on the other hand, know very well it's not. Dixie and I, it's just fucking, nothing more.
Anyway, I don't know how to love, and I always end up disappointing the people who love me, so it's unthinkable. Besides, things are clear between us. Sex, yes, but nothing more.
That's all I'm capable of offering her. If she can't be content with that, then we'll have to end our adventure.
But we're not there yet. For now, we spend our time fucking, and I'm enjoying it. It's more than I could have hoped for when arriving at OMU. Dixie helps me kill time while waiting for the end of the semester.