Kicked: A Bad Boy Sports Romance Page 16

  'You never told me what we're doing on Saturday,' she sent back, ignoring my request. I couldn't tell if that was a good thing or not. 'Since you have a game, I can't figure out where you're going to find the time.'

  I sat up, glancing over my shoulder as I heard Kai shouting my name. This friendship thing with Teagan might be all screwed up and weird, but at least as far as Saturday was concerned, I had it all figured out.

  'I gotta go. I'll text you when I'm in bed. Let me know what you decide.'

  I stood up and jogged my way across the field and into another world.

  In that moment, I wasn't sure which I preferred most.

  Teagan didn't text me back until Wednesday night.

  I'd just finished my second practice of the day, ate and showered at the athletics center and then bummed a ride home with Kai. Within seconds of falling into bed, he was asleep and snoring like a fucking asthmatic bear. I didn't mind because it gave me time to think, to lie there in my bed and stare at Kai's Sports Illustrated posters of Kate Upton, Ashley Graham, and Hannah Davis.

  None of them were as hot as Teagan Fletcher.

  I groaned and rubbed my hands down my face, wondering if I'd screwed up our friendship completely by bringing up the stupid sexting thing again. I dropped my arms by my sides and saw my phone blinking at me. When I unlocked the screen, I saw the text from Teagan.

  'Sleeping in my undies again,' it said, and a thrill shot through my body. I glanced over at Kai, sleeping on his side with his face towards the wall. I'd had sex in this room without waking him up before. Hell, I'd blasted hip-hop and pulled an all-nighter on a paper once and he'd snored straight through that, too.

  'Prove it,' I sent back, feeling brave in the darkness of my dorm room. Asking Teagan to be my virtual fuck buddy was kind of an idiot move to make, especially with my feelings for her all over the place, but lying here like this, it seemed like a risk-free venture.

  Hah.

  A few seconds later, I had a crystal clear shot of Teagan's teal lace panties, scooped low enough that the flat expanse of her lower belly was visible. I could clearly see the long lean muscles beneath her skin, but she had enough of a feminine curve that she still looked soft to the touch. She is, my brain reminded me. She was. Didn't you feel it when you fucked her virginity away?

  I sucked in a deep breath and then pulled up Skype on my phone, sending a video call over to Teagan and praying that she'd accept it. A few seconds later, there she was, looking up at me from her pillow and smiling sheepishly.

  “This is a little more intense than I was expecting,” she told me, the husky sound of her voice crawling all over my body and getting into every single fucking pore. My cock hardened painfully, and I felt my mouth curve into a smile. “Texting is … well, it's not live.”

  “You can end the call whenever you want,” I promised, staring up at Teagan's face and enjoying the splash of red hair around her head. It looked so much brighter against the white fabric of her pillowcase. I could only imagine what it'd be like to run my fingers through the silken strands, frame her face with my hands. “If it makes you feel any better,” I started and then panned the camera down my body. I heard her breath hitch, a sound of pleasure just from looking at me. It was fucking great. “I'm not naked. Yet.”

  I knew she'd see my hard-on through my boxers, that she'd know how turned on I was.

  When I put the camera back up to my face, I saw her biting her lower lip.

  “This is weird, Tyce,” Teagan told me, but she didn't sound like she thought it was weird. She sounded like she thought it was hot. “I'm not sure I can do this.”

  “Why not?” I asked as Kai snorted in his sleep and Teagan's eyes flicked to the side like she could see him there. I moved the camera and gave her a good view of his sleeping back. “He won't wake up, trust me. That piece of shit could sleep through an earthquake.”

  “I guess …” Teagan started, but she didn't sound like she was convinced. I was so desperate to keep her on the phone, so desperate to have her without committing to anything. It was seriously pathetic. But I couldn't make myself stop.

  “Let's just start slow, okay? I can do all the talking if you want.” I looked into her eyes and even though they were just digital pixels masquerading as Teagan Fletcher, I was hooked. “I could start by telling you how hard I am right now.”

  “Tyce.”

  “I could tell you that I'm imagining your hand sliding down my abs, curling around the waistband of my boxers and pulling them off.” I flipped the camera around and used my right hand to push my boxers down my hips and over the rigid shaft of my cock. I pushed them off and kicked them to the floor before stroking my dick a few times. My hand was warm and dry, but I needed it to be wet and hot. Covered in Teagan Fletcher. “I can feel your grip on me,” I continued, letting her watch me for a while. She was so quiet that I almost wondered for a second if she was gone.

  “Tyce, wait,” she said, but her voice was high and needy.

  “You're pumping my cock,” I told her, sliding my hand up and down in slow, steady strokes. “I'd rather thrust into your mouth, feel your tongue wrap around me.”

  “I won't let you,” she said, her breathing picking up as I continued to film myself. When I flipped it around to look at her, one hand was clearly between her legs. “I won't do it. I've never sucked a cock before.”

  I breathed harsh and heavy against the phone. I almost came right then and there, but I needed this to keep happening. I definitely couldn't stand the thought of it being over. Not yet.

  “Seriously?” I asked with a slight chuckle. Then again, she'd already told me she'd never been kissed before.

  “God, Tyce, are you trying to kill the mood?” Teagan snapped, but I don't think she stopped touching herself. Her lower lip was swollen from nibbling on it, and her pupils were dilated, turning her eyes large and dark in the thin shafts of moonlight that were leaking into her room.

  “If you don't want me to talk, suck me off until I shut my mouth.”

  Teagan gasped, her back arching off the bed as she did something magical with her fingers, something I wanted to watch, memorize and recreate. Her cheeks were red with desire, and there was a faint brush of darkness around her eyes that told me she'd put on makeup before texting me. She'd prepared for this; she wanted this.

  “Do it,” I growled as she lifted her fingers away from her pussy and inserted two of them into her mouth. A groan escaped my throat as I worked my cock harder, tugging and pulling and abusing the shit out of it. “Deeper.” Teagan pushed her fingers in all the way to the knuckle, moaning and making her hands slick with saliva. The camera wobbled as she struggled to keep it focused on her face. “I want to see your tits,” I told her, waiting as she panned down and the two curved mounds of her breasts came into view. Her nipples were hard enough to cut diamond, and her chest heaved with each intake of breath. “I'm pulling you to your feet,” I told her, my voice harsh and desperate. It literally took every ounce of strength I had not to drive over there. I wanted to, but I knew if I did, I'd never leave. It'd take her, fuck her, and make her mine forever. Doesn't sound like such a bad idea, I thought, but I pushed that aside and concentrated on the sensations in my cock, the boil of desire in my blood. “I'm shoving you down on the bed. I'm kneading your breasts with my fingers.”

  I watched as she her right hand came up and cupped her own breast, squeezing it tight, purple painted fingernails digging into that pale flesh.

  “I'm running my hands down your chest,” she told me and I did my best to follow, letting go of my dick for just a moment to oblige her, sliding my fingers along my belly and making sure I filmed every inch of my abs, my pecs, my hips. “Your body's heavy on top of mine.”

  I bit my lower lip so hard I tasted blood.

  “You're wet and ready for me, spreading your legs and letting me tease you with the head of my dick.” Teagan put her phone between her legs with one hand and pulled her panties aside with the other, slipping
a single finger in so I could see the pink wetness of her pussy. “I can't wait,” I told her, halfway between a moan and a scream. “I'm fucking you right now, thrusting in balls deep.”

  I licked my palm in a slow, languid motion from heel to fingertips and then used my own saliva as lube, slicking my cock up as Teagan moaned and fingered herself in full view of the camera.

  “Tell me how much you want me to fuck you,” I commanded, my voice cold and hard and dripping with dark desire. If I'd had any less sense … I might've thrown caution to the wind, grabbed some pants and sped over there. Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Say it!”

  “I want you, Tyce,” Teagan groaned, her back arching again, her lips parted. She had her eyes closed now, her body thrashing as she worked herself into a frenzy. “I want you to do me again and again and again.”

  I let my head fall back, unsure exactly what I was filming right now and not really giving a crap. When I heard her moans amping up into these high, desperate keens, I let myself come all over my hand, checking the screen to make sure I wasn't missing Teagan's orgasm.

  “That's it, Tea,” I whispered as I laid there and watched her face. She looked right back at me as she touched herself, drinking my face in like it was the last thing she'd ever see. “Let me have you, all of you. Let everything else go.” Her eyes flickered closed and after a few quick minutes that I wished would last forever, her face slackened and she let out one, long groan from the back of her throat.

  It was wet and heavy and thick with need, magnetic enough that even Kai sputtered awake for a moment.

  “What was that?” he asked, but he was back asleep before he finished his last syllable.

  For several long minutes afterward, Teagan and I panted and stared at each other, neither of us saying a goddamn thing. It was awkward and kind of weird, and I actually felt ten times worse than before we'd started. It was a horrible idea, and it made no sense, and it was absolutely going to put this budding friendship of ours in serious trouble.

  “I should go,” Teagan whispered and I nodded, returning the soft smile she passed me.

  “Goodnight,” I said. I felt like I should add something else to that, but I didn't know what, so I just sat there until she ended the call and disappeared from my screen. “Shit,” I whispered, my body still full of testosterone and hormones and sex. Play pretend sex with Teagan was fun, but it wasn't enough. Not even close to enough.

  I probably shouldn't do that again, I thought to myself as I threw my phone on the side table and ran the clean fingers of my left hand through my hair. Definitely should take a pass next time.

  We ended up doing the exact same thing Thursday night.

  I might've been a talented fucking QB, but I sure was a goddamn idiot.

  I let Tyce stop by between practices on Friday.

  Neither of us mentioned what had happened between us the last two nights. Wasn't that the point? To get out our sexual frustrations and desires without actually letting anything happen again. And when I said happen, I meant bullet dodged. I'd freaked out yesterday thinking I was pregnant. My period was a little late, and I'd belatedly realized after all this drama that I'd failed to even consider the possibility until now. But three pregnancy tests said I was definitely not pregnant.

  I felt like such an idiot. I let Tyce come inside of me, and neither of us had even considered what could've happened. I was so stupid relieved about that. A baby … that would've been the dreaded anchor to tie and trap him that he was so freaking terrified of. Besides, both Tyce's mom and my mom had been young and pregnant, and both had gotten screwed over by life.

  I debated on whether or not I should bring it up.

  “Good news,” I said as I ate a pint of ice cream and Tyce chowed down on some sugar free sherbet stuff that his coach liked. I stared into the strawberry pink perfection of my food and tried to act casual. We were sitting on my bed. Him, leaning against the headboard. Me, cross-legged on the end. On my desk, a Netflix movie played that neither of us was really watching. Didn't matter. It felt good to sit here with him, talk about stupid crap, laugh, eat. When he'd left home four years ago, this easy nothingness was what I'd missed the most.

  “Yeah?” Tyce asked, scooping up a colorful swirl of pale yellow and pink. I watched his lush fuller lip slide along the bottom of the spoon as he put it in his mouth. “And what's that?”

  I hesitated just long enough that he looked up at me with those sapphires he called eyes. They glittered like jewels as he studied me, arching a brow in question. I tried to come up with something random to say, but my mind had just gone inexplicably blank.

  “I'm not pregnant,” I said cheerfully, like this was a conversation I'd had a dozen times before. I turned back to the movie, twisting my body away from Tyce completely and eating another bite of my ice cream. It tasted like fucking ash. I felt him move closer to me, the bed dipping and adjusting itself as he scooted up to sit directly next to me.

  I looked down and sideways, at his thick muscular arm and the black, gray, and red tattoos that decorated it. Just pushing a spoon into ice cream made his muscles flex and bunch, turned my insides to jelly.

  “What?”

  His voice was harsh and weird again. Crap. If he got pissed at me over this, I swear to God …

  “I'm not pregnant.” I flicked my eyes up and stared at his face. I hoped the twirling green vines I'd painted up my eyelids and across my cheeks would distract him from what I was actually saying. “We did it without a condom,” I explained when he looked like he was about to throw his ice cream against my already paint splattered wall and carpet. Chelease still hadn't seen that, thank God. “I could've gotten pregnant. But I'm not.”

  Tyce kept looking at me, the gold around his irises contracting as his pupils narrowed and the pulse in his throat started jumping. When he swallowed, his Adam's apple moved. It made me want to kiss the warm stubbly heat of his throat.

  A few seconds ticked past, so I dug into my ice cream again. My tummy was twisted in knots, and I felt droplets of sweat on my forehead. Maybe I just screwed things up between us? I wondered as I stared into the nearly empty tub. I tried really hard not to think about his voice oozing through the speaker on my phone.

  “That's it, Tea. Let me have you, all of you. Let everything else go.”

  The last thing I expected was to feel a hard, warm arm around curl around my neck. Tyce was … hugging me. My breath twisted and caught, and I felt my heart suddenly beating inside my ears. His body felt so good pressed against mine, like we'd been sculpted as matching pieces, designed to fit in each other's arms. His fingertips were rough and sensual against my bare upper arm as he engulfed me, close enough that I could smell the clean fresh scent of his clothes, feel Tyce's heartbeat against my cheek. It felt so good, so much better, so much more complete than anything I'd experienced in a long, long time that I found myself closing my eyes and breathing all of him in.

  The hug lasted for a long time. How long, I'm not sure, but when Tyce finally pulled away, I felt the lack of warmth like an arctic breeze. My chest got tight and air seemed like a difficult commodity to come by.

  “What was that for?” I asked as Tyce sat back up, dressed in a pair of jeans and a Ducks t-shirt. The fabric stretched across his wide chest, pulling in all the wrong places. It so didn't fit. I so loved that. I tucked some hair behind my ear and turned back to the laptop screen. The characters were starting to get hot and heavy with one another, so I hopped up and changed over to an episode of Orange is the New Black, one that I knew didn't have any sexy scenes in it.

  “It was a sorry for being an oblivious a-hole,” Tyce said, finishing his sorbet and standing up. He couldn't stay long on Fridays, not with the game just a half day away. Tyce smiled at me, and my heart flip-flopped. I wanted to hate him, but I was crushing so hard I felt like my soul was going to get pushed out of my chest from the pressure. “I bet you're still curious about tomorrow?”

  “Yeah, actually,” I said as I turned to face him, my ba
re legs dangling off the edge of the bed. I was wearing a pair of black running shorts that had seen better days. I'd worn them into a public pool once, and the chlorine had leached a good portion of the color out. Still, when Tyce looked down at me, his eyes following the pale lines of my legs, he didn't look disappointed. “What am I going to be doing while you're playing the Cardinals?”

  Tyce smiled at me, a wicked dangerous shit-eating smile that made me want to choke him. It was the same look he'd given me that first day in the park, when he was pulling the casanova dickwad act, the one that probably filled his bed every weekend—and several times during the week. I choked back a wash of jealousy and decided not to think too hard about that.

  Besides, if Tyce was sexting me … then he wasn't sleeping with other girls.

  A thrill traveled through me as he moved over to the door of my bedroom and put his hand on the knob.

  “Guess you'll just have to wait and see,” he told me in a frustratingly sexy voice. “See you tomorrow, Tea.”

  I heard Tyce's footsteps as he made his way down the hallway and let himself out.

  What the hell was that supposed to mean? I never saw Tyce on game days. Never. Well, except for on the TV with people screaming and shouting about how amazing he was, watching replays over and over and over again.

  I decided not to worry about it and cracked open my climatology homework. Don't ask me what climatology had to do with computer sciences; I was just following the degree requirements and powering my way through my gen ed.

  About an hour later, I got another knock on the door and heard Chelease call me in from the living room.

  “Package!” she shouted as I closed my laptop and stood up, stretching my arms above my head and wondering what the hell I'd be getting in the mail. I never got any mail except from the university. I didn't have any living relatives and paid Chelease directly for my rent and utilities. I definitely didn't order anything because I couldn't afford it.