Chapter 6
Kyle
Jesus fucking christ, how the hell am I supposed to focus on the game with a sexy blonde eyeing me like a hawk the entire time?
Every time I glanced up at her during the game, she was locked on me, stormy eyes swimming with need, begging me to make her feel fucking amazing. And I intend to, just not yet, not until she gives me permission. I know she says she’s seeing Ollie Hall right now, but I swear I can give that guy a run for his money, or at least give her just as good of a time as he can. I’m no tattooed basketball player that’s for sure, but I know I can dish out orgasms as good as the next guy. I have too much respect for women to ever push my luck too far though, I don’t pressure girls into anything they don’t want to do. Not now, not ever.
I try to shower as fast as is humanly possible, praying that Molly will hang around after the game with Callie, whilst she waits for Sean to give them both a ride home. I don’t intend to let her go home with Callie of course, I want to drive her home, so I can talk to her more.
“Hey, wait a sec man,” I gesture for Sean to hold the door for me, so I can leave with him, hoping he’ll lead me to the girls.
“I know your game,” he chuckles, “you want a taste, don’t you?” “Fuck yeah I do, just don’t know how to get one right now.”
Sean’s heavy hand lands on my shoulder, as we walk down the corridor. “Let me give you some advice man. Molly is fiery as hell, just as fiery as Cal, but in a totally different way.” He stops as we reach the double doors that will take us out into the whipping wind. “Molly won’t hide the fact that she wants you to fuck her brains out. But she is loyal, so fucking loyal and if she’s still in this thing with Ollie, then you don’t have a chance in hell.” He shrugs, shoving at the doors and whispering, “Unless you’re willing to wait for her.” His cocky grin is wiped off his face the second he spots Callie and Molly huddled together near his car. He breaks into a jog that I follow, desperate to keep up before Molly slips through my fingers and leaves in Sean’s car, without giving me a chance to speak to her.
“It's fucking freezing Sean, can you open the car?” Callie’s teeth chatter as she speaks, hooking an arm through Molly’s.
Sean clicks his car key, unlocking the door. “Sure baby, get in and turn the heated seats on.”
Molly smiles at me, eyes sparkling like clear water on a summer’s day and for a second, I forget what I wanted to say. That is until she pulls at the door handle and starts to get into Sean’s car.
“Wait,” I half yell, then the heat creeps up my neck, embarrassed that I can’t control my mouth around her. “Do you…do you want me to take you home?”
Molly points at herself, amused. “Me?” I nod and swallow hard, my heart racing. “Sean was going to take me home.” She purses her lips to fight her teasing smile and I know she’s trying to coax me into begging her. “I know, but I'm going past your dorm. So if you want to come with me, I don’t mind.”
I’m trying to be nonchalant and I'm pretty sure it’s failing miserably. She knows I want to take her home so I can get her alone and talk to her properly, but damn is she making me work hard for it.
She toys with her braid for a moment, before her sapphire eyes slowly move to mine. “Ok then, see you later Cal.” She shoves Sean’s car door closed and links an arm through mine.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Callie yells after her and Sean wiggles his eyebrows at me.
“Ha,” Molly barks, flicking her plait. “So basically, do anything I want.” Callie whips a middle finger out of her coat pocket and lifts it at Molly with an eye roll, before her and Sean hop into his car and take off.
“Where is your car then?” Molly sings, skipping along beside me like she’s in a Disney movie. I try to swallow my smile, but I can’t and it quickly overtakes my face.
I point across the car park. “Just there,”
Molly skids to a stop, the arm wrapped around mine making me trip over my own feet and halt with her. “That’s…your car?”
“Yeah…”
Does she hate it? I really hope she doesn’t hate it. Is it too showy? Does it look like I'm trying to show off?
I’ve always been super proud of my car, it’s the one thing I own that’s actually worth showing off about and I like to think of it as a gift from my grandad. That man raised me almost my entire life and I could never ask for anything more from him, but I try to think of my car as the last thing he left me before he died. For that reason alone, it’s so precious to me. “That’s a sexy car, you must get a lot of girls begging for a ride in that thing.” Molly gawks, jaw hanging low and eyes bouncing off every shiny surface of my M3. My brain regurgitates an innuendo about her riding on my dick, but I quickly stuff it down into the deepest crevice of my mind. I feel like she’s the sort of girl to like those kind of jokes, but I'm too scared of her to test the waters just yet. So instead, I simply open the passenger door for her and she climbs inside. Her eyes are bright with wonder when I climb in beside her, her finger lightly dancing over every surface, the dash, the leather seats, the huge screen in the centre.
“So, you’re rich then?” She muses, still staring at every stitch in the seat she now has her ass planted on.
My ears heat again, always nervous to be around her, but her probing is making me even more anxious. I don’t want her to think I'm like Sean, that I come from a family who are rolling in cash and have never known a life of hardship, because I definitely have. Which reminds me to grab my phone from my pocket, as I answer her question.
“No, I'm not rich, just inherited some money when my grandad died.” I mutter, quickly glancing down at my phone screen and seeing the onslaught of text messages from my mum. Some of them are aggressive, some of them apologising for her earlier aggression and a few of them are just downright nasty. I click my lock screen closed and pull my seatbelt across me, before turning on the engine and looking back at Molly, who is twisted in her seat towards me, eyes assessing.
“You ok?” She says, face softer than I’ve ever seen it. My expression must have changed when I read those messages. I’ve always been easy to read, often wearing my feelings right on my face for everyone to see, but I can’t help it, it’s the way I’ve always been.
I nod, noticing for the first time that she’s wearing a jersey. “Whose jersey is that?”
She takes a pinch of material from the collar, looking down at it. “It’s mine,”
A quiet laugh rumbles in my throat. “No, I mean, whose number is on it?” “Oh, Nick’s,” she says with a sultry smile, knowing again that I probably won’t like that fact very much. She’s right, I don’t like it. “Callie hates him, that’s really why I wear it to every game.” She lifts her shoulders and drops them quickly, settling into her seat and staring out of the window as I pull out of the lot.
“It looks good on you,” I murmur, keeping my eyes fixed onto road, when I feel the familiar warmth spreading up my neck. “Would look better on my bedroom floor though.”
I sneak a glance in her direction when she doesn’t respond and I catch her, eyes bright and shining, mouth spread in a megawatt grin. The heat immediately leaves my cheeks and neck, relief replacing it and bringing my skin back down to it’s normal temperature.
“That’s a new confidence I’ve not seen in you yet,” she pats my thigh and my dick tenses at her proximity to him. “I like it.”
I have to distract the poor guy, he’s already fighting against my zip and I won’t just turn a shade of red if she notices that, I’ll set myself on fucking fire. I need to change the subject and fast.
“So, what sport do you play?”
“Who says I play any sport?” She teases, as I pull into the car park in front of her dorm building.
“Well, I don’t know if you noticed Barbie, but this is a sports university, you have to be an athlete to get in.” I secure the hand break and yank the key out, as the cutting of the engine plunges us into silence.
She un-clicks her seatbelt, flinging one sculpted leg over the other. “I’m a runner.”
“Ah, that explains it then…” I suck my bottom lip into my mouth to hold back the smile. She’s so easy to talk to.
Molly sighs and I let myself catch her eyes. “Explains what?” “Why you’re so good at running from me,” I half whisper and Molly’s laughter fills the car, making my chest tight as she flings her head back. Her hand comes to land on my shoulder and my skin tingles. “You’re funny Davis,”
The proximity of our faces right now is definitely not safe. Her lips are so close I could smash mine against them, before she had chance to realise what was happening. I can taste her breath on my tongue, the aroma of pineapple and some other exotic fruit invading my pores. Her lips part on a jagged breath and I know her train of thought is on the exact same track as mine, heading for the same destination. She wants me to kiss her and fuuuck do I want to kiss her too.
I swallow hard and grab the tiny bit of courage I have by the balls. “Let me kiss you, please. That’s not breaking the rules of your agreement with Ollie right?”
Molly’s eyes flicker to my lips, then back to my eyes, as she considers my request. I watch her throat constrict on a tight swallow, silently fighting against what she wants to do and what she thinks she should do. “I don’t know,” she whispers, her usual confidence buried beneath the battle she’s fighting. “I’m not sure how flexible the line is to be honest.” I take one last look at her pouty lips, the way they’re parted ever so slightly, inviting me in for a taste and I take her face in my hands.
“That’s good enough for me,” I press our lips together, lightly at first, but within half a second Molly’s fingers are wrapped in my hair, tightening the kiss.
“Oh god, me too.” She moans into my mouth and I swipe my warm tongue across her bottom lip, asking permission. She lets me in immediately and meets my tongue with a sweep of her own, which takes me toppling over the edge, fisting her jersey in my hand and hauling her into my lap. She climbs the centre console, never breaking the kiss and straddles my thighs. She’s pressing her warm need into my dick, that’s currently throbbing behind the material of my trousers. I could fuck her right here, right now, but I know she won’t let me. I respect the fuck out of the fact that she’s loyal to Ollie, that she doesn’t just let anyone into the wet heaven between her thighs. But damn, do I wish she wasn’t seeing someone else right now. More than that, I wish I’d known about her existence way before now, why did Callie keep her hidden from me all this time? The spark between us is undeniable and as our lips continue to get tangled in each other, I know there’s no way I’ll be able to stay away from her now. She grinds against me, clearly feeling my hardened cock against the apex of her thighs. Molly’s breathing turns into airy moans against my lips, loving the way our bodies feel moving against each other. Sean’s words from earlier replay in my head. Would I wait for her? Fuck yeah I would, I already know that. Maybe I'm crazy, but I haven’t felt this level of electric attraction to a girl for ages. The raw, sexual magnetism that makes me consider just begging her to suck me dry right now. But I don’t.
When I feel the kiss naturally slowing, I pull us apart, sucking my breath back. Molly’s eyes are wild with need, they flicker constantly to my lips again, before she lets out a heavy breath and swings her braid over her shoulder.
“Jesus Kyle, that was…something.” Her musical laugh is everything, totally contagious and I blow out a sharp chuckle too.
“Yeah, I know. Can we…do it again?” I try, but she shakes her head immediately, climbing out of my lap and dropping back into the passenger seat with a sigh.
“Better not push it,” she says, yanking her hair tie out and letting her bright locks fall loosely down her back. She lifts her jersey over her head and shakes out her hair, before looking across and beaming at me. I just stare at her, totally mesmerised by every movement she makes. She’s left in a white crop top, she’s clearly braless and her nipples wave hello to me through the sheer material. I wish I could dip my head right now and take one between my lips. That fucking belly button gem sparkles in the light again too, everything about her is so sexy, it’s driving me a little insane. She catches me looking at her taut stomach and digs her teeth into her still swollen lower lip. “What?”
I shake my head, raking a nervous hand through my blonde hair. “Nothing, just thinking about taking that thing between my teeth, when I make you come all over my hand.”
“Woah Kyle, that’s, yeah, that’s…erm, I don’t even know what to say to that.”
“I’ve rendered you speechless? Or turned you into an anxious, stuttering mess like me?” I laugh and she joins me, resting her hand on my thick thigh. My skin prickles at her touch, even though I just had her tongue probing around inside my mouth. The live wire is active again, setting the buzzing between us. It’s addictive, this energy and it’s bringing out the confidence that’s living deep inside me.