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25 Knox

Game Day: Warriors 2-0

The flight to Michigan takes an interminable three and a half hours, which I pass staring at the last text from Ellie.

Ellie: I’m wearing your jersey.

She sends a picture with the message. Her head is cut off, but she’s kneeling on her bed and her ripe tits are pushing at the top of my number as she pulls at the bottom of the jersey. Her legs are bare, and I swear I see a shadow of my favorite spot beneath the mesh. My number looks really good on her. Really good. As Matty said when he saw her in the bar, a holy mother of God smokeshow.

I lied when I said I was good at waiting. This week has felt unending. Worse? We had an away game, which meant by the time that Ellie felt better, I sat on a chartered plane to Michigan. I saw her a couple of times this past week, and each of those times left me with a hard-on the size of a log and balls bluer than a Smurf’s.

On Tuesday after dinner, I stopped over to her apartment and found her pulling out winter gear. Apparently girls have seasonal clothes. Late fall meant boots and sweaters.

“Wear this one. I like you in red.” I pulled a soft, furry red sweater from the pile.

“Since when do you like me in red?”

“Two days ago you wore a red shirt. Flowy.” I shoved over a bunch of soft stuff and sat down on her bed. Her shirt was black and had a nice V that hinted at her equally nice cleavage.

“It’s Bohemian Chic.”

“Whatever. The color looked good, but it seemed too loose. I couldn’t see your pretty tits. Plus, I like V-necks because you can do this.” I hooked a finger along her neckline and drew it down low enough to expose one lace-covered breast.

“You’ll stretch it out,” she protested.

“I'll get you a new one.” I could see one really good use of my future NFL money—buying clothes for Ellie. Sexy ones. Ones that show off her tits and ass and legs.

“I bought this a year ago on vacation and—” Her breath caught when I latched on to one large, juicy nipple, built for sucking on. “What are you doing?” Since I had my mouth full of tit, I didn’t answer. I had better things to do than form words for a question with an obvious answer.

She leaned into me, her hands dug into my scalp. Mmmm, that felt good. “I thought you were a virgin.”

“I have a good imagination,” I mumbled as I moved to the other side. Didn’t want the left breast to feel abandoned now, did I? Hell no. The T-shirt got in my way so I tugged it up and over her head. The bra clasp confounded me so I settled for pulling down the lacy cups, which actually had the added benefit of pushing the boobs together.

I shift in my seat thinking about it.

That led to more making out and Ellie rubbing herself against my leg until she came. She wouldn’t let me touch her under her clothes. But I forgot to complain when she whipped open my jeans and introduced me to ball sucking.

I take a deep breath and try to regain some self-control. I tug the bottom of my shirt down, but it doesn’t do a hell of a lot to hide my hard-on. I should probably think about something other than Ellie's hot mouth around my dick and balls.

I didn’t go home with her after the softball game on Wednesday because I wasn’t sure I could take another bout of teasing and dry humping with her. But by Thursday, my already thin willpower whittled away when she showed up for dinner with Jack wearing a short blue skirt and a tight Warriors T-shirt under a button down sweater. After dinner, I took her to my apartment where I spent a good hour becoming familiar with every patch of skin above her waist.

Her tits and I are close friends now. Best buds, really. And she’s very sensitive at the nape of her neck. I can place my hand there, and a second later, she’ll shiver. I enjoy doing that in public knowing that she’s getting turned on. That her panties are getting wet. When I took her home, I gave her my home jersey and instructed her to wear it during the game. I took all her brother’s T-shirts out of her drawer and replaced them with five of mine. I had to ask Stella to order a few replacements.

Me: If we lose this weekend, it will be because my hard-on killed me.

Ellie: I’m sorry. Whatever happened to your hand?

Me: The hand doesn’t do it for me anymore. My dick rejected the hand. It says that it’s had your mouth, your hand, and nothing else will do.

Ellie: I’m sorry (not really).

Me: I’ll be back around 11. Please say you’ll be awake.

Ellie: I’ll be awake. It’s not like it’s easy for me either. At least you got off last week.

Me: Baby, I would have done anything for you.

Ellie: We need to stop. These texts aren’t making it easier for me.

Me: Wear the red sweater.

Ellie: Not the jersey?

Me: If you wear the jersey, I’ll shoot my wad before I step across the threshold. Have a little mercy.

Ellie: Mercy isn’t what you want from me.

Me: Okay, going to the head now. I’m either going to jack off or drown myself.

Ellie: Think of me either way.

Me: You’re a cruel woman. But don’t change. I like you that way. I’ll see you tomorrow. 11. Be ready.

Ellie: I have the rose petals, flowers, and champagne you ordered.

Me: Is that for Riley? Because she’s not seeing you for three days.

Ellie: I have class on Monday.

Me: Be prepared to skip.

Matty grabs for my phone. “What are you smirking about? Is Ellie sexting you?”

“Fuck off, Iverson.” I plant my hand in his face and push.

The charter plane isn’t all that big and Matty crashes into Hammer who shoves him back.

“Fucking sit in your own seat,” Hammer growls.

We’re all getting chippy. Seventy players, many of whom are in excess of two hundred pounds and taller than six feet, means a full, stinky flight.

“I’m tired of sitting. When’s this tin can landing anyway?” Matty whines. He turns to Hammer. “Masters hasn’t said a word to me all flight. All he does is stare at his phone. He’s sexting with Campbell’s sister.”

Hammer leans over. “She sending you pictures? I could use a little inspiration for the game tomorrow.”

I stare at him. Does he really think I’d share a picture of my hot-as-fuck girlfriend with him? That picture’s mine. She’s mine. No one will look at Ellie, half dressed, sexed up, or otherwise but me. “Hammer, if you plan on a pro career, you best shut your mouth or your face will be too broken to play.”

“Sheesh.” Hammer sits back and folds his arm like a five-year-old. “I liked you better when you weren’t giving Campbell’s sister the D.”

I flick him off but force myself to put the phone away. No point in torturing myself like this.

•••

Post Game: Warriors 3-0

Whether it’s just our year or we’re anxious to get back to Western, we smother the Michigan offense. They only score in the fourth quarter after we’re up by four scores, one of them a fumble on a sack that Matty picked up and ran in for a touchdown. Ace and company punch it in for another touchdown, and just like that, we’re a quarter of the way through the season undefeated.

The plane ride back feels as if it lasts twice as long as the trip to Michigan.

Hammer and Matty spend the entire trip debating whether Godzilla would beat a T-Rex.

“T-Rex has the tiny arms. There’s no way he can get in there and land a body blow.” Hammer slaps his fist into his palm.

“He hits Godzilla with his head. He always uses the head. The arms are just for balance.” Matty glues his elbows to his side and swings his head around. The rest of the team around them starts to laugh because it’s hilarious seeing Matty pretend to be a short-armed T-Rex. But Hammer? Oh no, Hammer is completely into this argument.

“No way. Look, I can punch you out with one fist to your puny head.” Hammer swings at Matty. The two start wrestling and the D-Line coach comes back before the two can have an all-out fist fight.

I guess this is better than the last argument Matty and Hammer had, which was whether road head was better than the mile high club. I didn’t understand why you couldn’t have both. I want to have Ellie everywhere and anywhere.

I pull up the picture again.

By the time the bus from the airport arrives at Western’s campus, I’m pretty much a walking erection. I try to move as normally as possible but I’m grateful that Coach gives his “Good game, don’t do anything stupid” speech on the bus so I can get out of there as soon as possible.

“Going to hit The Gas Station?” Matty asks.

“No.”

“But—”

“No.” I don’t even look at him. I jog to my SUV, texting Ellie along the way.

Me: Your place or mine?

Ellie: Mine. Riley is gone for the night. She’s at a friend’s.

Me: I’ll be there in ten minutes.

I spent the time this past week researching. I’ve read a hundred blog posts and online articles about women’s sexuality. How it’s hard for them to come just from penetration and that foreplay—lots and lots of foreplay—is the key to success. I know Ellie can come for me. I licked her to one. And I’ll lick and suck and rub her to as many as her body will take.

I make it to her place in five minutes. Sure, I ran two red lights—disobeying Coach’s instructions—but if I ever had an emergency, I’m sure this qualified.

Luckily someone is leaving as I arrive. The girl holds the door for me and I run upstairs to Ellie's third floor apartment. My dick gets abused in my dress pants as I move, but getting to Ellie fast is my only imperative.

“You’re early.” Ellie beckons me inside. She must have sensed I had gotten here, because the door to her apartment opens before I can get my fist against the wood to knock.

“Really? Because it felt like forever.” I eat her up in my eyes. Against my explicit instructions, she’s wearing my jersey and nothing else. Even her feet are bare except for a tiny pink bit of shininess. It’s hard to stand here and not attack her. She backs up as I stalk inside and kick the door shut.

“Is this what you wear to your away games?” She flicks my tie, and I flinch at that small touch.

“Yeah. Coach’s rules. Suit coat and tie for away games. Dress pants and button down for home. Tie’s optional then.” I recite the rules but my attention focuses on one thing and one thing only. Taking the jersey off Ellie.

“You look hot in a suit.”

“You look hot in my jersey. You’d look better with it off.”

I reach down and whip it over her head. I’m staggered by her gorgeousness. Tipping my head back, I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Shit, Ellie, I won’t last.”

“I think that’s the whole point.” She giggles—a girlish, strange sound coming from her. At my look, she sighs. “I'm nervous, like this is my first time.”

Thank Christ.

“It is.” I reach for her, allowing myself to only touch her hair. “It's your first time with me. You aren't ever sleeping with another guy. Okay?”

I say it lightly, but it’s not a joke to me. No way can I imagine Ellie with another guy or me with another girl.

“So, you plan to ruin me for all other men?”

“That’s the plan.” I’m dead serious. I’m also done talking.

I reach for her and we go at each other: mouth, hands, legs. She rips at my shirt, and I feel the buttons give way. It’s fucking hot how she’s attacking me as if she can’t wait for me to be inside her. I help her as much as I can while still holding her against me. Somehow, we get my clothes off and I sweep my hands under her ass until she hooks her legs around my waist. I nearly break a leg sprinting to the bedroom.

“Since I’ve got almost no self-control, baby, we’ll see to you first.”

“Oh, Knox.” She pulls me down on top of her and starts sprinkling kisses on my face. “I missed you and I’m desperately horny. Please don’t make me wait another minute.”

“You are not helping,” I admonish sternly. I take her wandering, magical hands and shackle them under one of mine. There are benefits to being bigger than her. I reach between us and slide my fingers down the front of her pussy. “Does it feel good?”

Because Christ, it feels good to me. I think of Hammer’s grotesque feet. Try to conjure up the smell of old socks and jock sweat. Anything to keep me from spewing onto her sheets. She is so soft. Must not think about how soft she is or how wet my fingers are.

I whimper silently.

“Yes. Yes, it feels so good.”

“Tell me how to make it better.” I’m determined that she has one orgasm before me because I know it will be over for me within about five seconds of getting inside of her. Hell, five seconds might be optimistic.

She dips her hand between her legs and rubs in circles. I watch her, memorizing her touch and then take over. I must do something right because she arches up, thrusting against my hand.

I lick my lips, remembering how it felt to have her on my tongue, and I dive between her legs. “You smell amazing.” I let the scent of her fill my nose, my head, my lungs. I inhale until every intake of air is scented with her musk. She quivers beneath me. Her parts are shiny and slick and the taste of her is everything against my tongue. I want to eat her up before and after every meal. I test my tongue against her body. How she likes the flat part. How she likes it arrowed and hard and lashing against that tiny piece of flesh that begs to get sucked and bit and soothed.

Her hands dig into my scalp and pull hard.

“What is it? Am I doing something wrong?” I jerk up, my lips coated with her.

“Don't stop!” she cries.

Ah gotcha. She’d tugged me closer, not away. I duck down to hide my smug smile. I must have done something right.

“I know that shoving your face between my legs is not cool but, holy hell, Knox, what you’re doing to me…”

She sounds amazed. I love that. She's having her own first. Both of my heads swell bigger.

“No, baby. This is awesome. Fuck my face,” I order her.

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

I don’t need to tell her twice. Her thighs clamps round my ears and she grinds down on my tongue.

“Oh, Knox, your fingers…use your fingers.”

“Where, baby?” I like her telling me how to make her feel good. She’s coaching me to do my best and I’ve never wanted to perform so well my entire life.

“Inside of me.” She pulls on my hair and thrashes her head from side to side. “My clit. Everywhere. I need you everywhere!” The last word comes out a thin, reedy cry.

When I slide my first finger inside of her, I nearly come all over her nice rug.

God.

Fuck.

Christ.

The wet heat of her against my hand has me nearly coming. Sex with Ellie requires more discipline than anything in my entire life.

She’s so tight. I have a moment of panic. Will I fit inside her? Peering up, I check in with her. She’s grimacing but it doesn’t appear like it’s in pain because she’s pushing against me.

“Knox, yes,” she says and thrashes her head from side to side. “More.”

“Anything you want.” I lean down, still clutching her two hands in one of mine, and suck her clit into my mouth. She screams and the snug channel around my fingers spasms, giving me tiny hugs. I swallow hard. To feel that around my cock? My brain nearly short circuits.

I feast on her, flicking her little swollen sex with my stiffened tongue. Against my thrusting fingers, her blood pounds out a swift, relentless rhythm.

“Knox, Knox,” she chants.

I pull my fingers out abruptly. It’s too much. I rear up and grab the packet of condoms I’ve been carrying around since the blow job.

Her eyebrows shoot into her forehead. “A whole strip?”

“I didn’t want to run out.” I grin.

She huffs out a small laugh. “You’re such an overachiever, but…” She reaches for my hand. “I’m on the pill, and I know you’re clean.”

“I am.” It’s an obvious statement.

She licks her lips. “I’m clean, too. I went to the health center for a test this week.”

“Are you saying—” I can’t even finish the question. All amusement is wiped away as I think about sliding into her raw.

Nodding, she plucks the condoms out of my hand and tosses them aside.

“I’m ready, Knox.”

So am I.

I spread her thighs and take myself in one hand. We both watch as the blunt head of my cock pierces her. She cries out and I freeze. “Fuck, am I hurting you?”

“Oh, Knox, no. But you’re so big. Give me a minute,” she pants.

I start counting backward from a thousand. She wriggles a bit and then taps me on the wrist to let me know I can move.

I slowly sink into her inch by excruciating inch. Her legs widen even more, and my wire thin control snaps. Her velvet embrace burns me up. I push all the way in until my balls rest against her ass.

I’m not sure if I’m in heaven or hell.

No, I know exactly where I am. I’m home. Where I belong. Where I’ve always belonged.

The rightness of it all clicks into place. I was right to have waited. I was right that Ellie was the one.

I’d fantasized about this moment a million times, but the real thing is indescribable. None of those things I’d read prepared me for what it would feel like for her walls to cling to my shaft. I couldn’t have ever conjured up what kind of rush it feels like to get sucked into her body. Or how I’d feel like a fucking conqueror when she writhes beneath me.

The sensations roll over me. Nerves that I didn’t know existed come alive and tell me that I’m two seconds away from coming in her so long and so hard her ancestors will feel it. Her nipples are tight, fat buds begging for my mouth. Grabbing a hip in one hand and bracing myself with my other, I lean over and capture one bouncing beauty between my lips.

“Ellie. I—” I break off when the walls of her pussy tighten around me. Is she doing that on purpose? “I can’t…hold…off.”

She slaps her palms against the wall as the force of my body drives her across the bed. “Harder, Knox. Let go. I won’t break.”

I dig a knee into the mattress for leverage and go at it. My hips jackhammer into hers. My balls slap against her ass, and her fingers dig deep into my shoulders, marking me. I completely lose it. I don’t know my name, where I live, what position I play. I only know that I’m balls deep in the sweetest, tightest grip in the world, and I’ll die happy here between Ellie’s legs.

Underneath my frame, Ellie’s body writhes and bucks in rhythm with mine. Her mouth opens, gasping out pleas for me to fuck her faster and harder. My body responds as if she owns it.

Blood pounds in my ears, an ocean of sensation floods my nervous system, and the loudest, fiercest roar that has ever left my mouth pours forth. Her mouth finds my neck while I shudder and jerk as my come jets into her welcome pussy. I collapse on top of her, a heavy spent thing.

“Oh, Knox.” Her breath sounds unsteady, and her heart thuds against my chest.

“Is this heaven?” I mumble into her damp skin.

Her arms tighten around me. “No it's Iowa.”

My breath catches and then roars out. I can't stop laughing. I'm shaking her tiny mattress and she's laughing with me. Of course Ellie quotes a famous line from a classic sports movie to me right after we have sex. Right after I lose my virginity to her. Of course.

Of course.

Because she knows sports. Loves it like I do. She's so perfect for me. I mouth my thanks to the man upstairs for sending Ellie down to earth and letting me find her. I knew she was the right one.

Knew it.

“Sorry,” I say, apologizing for crushing her but unable to move. “Please tell me you enjoyed that even a little. Lie if you have to.”

She’s still laughing, her smaller frame vibrating under mine. “I came, Knox. Didn’t you feel it?”

“I don’t know what I felt,” I admit. “I think I saw that light all those people who have a near death experience claim to have seen. I’m okay if this is how I go out.” I find some small reserve of strength and roll off her, pulling her with me so my still-hard dick gets to stay inside that warm, tight embrace. I wonder if I can wear her. Whether there’s some campus provision that would prevent me from walking around with her attached to my dick. I should get my student liaison to look into that for me. “Christ Almighty, I've never felt so good.”

“Not even when you got the offer from Western?” Her lips move against my chest, inches away from my nipple.

I tip her head up so I can look into those big brown eyes of hers. I shake my head in dismay over her sad comparison. “Not even close. This is the best thing ever.”

“Better than winning the championship?” She grins.

I think for a minute. “That would be a close second.”

She tucks her head under my chin again. I rearrange her legs so that I don’t slip out. Although given how hard I still am, I don’t think there’s any danger in that.

“Are you sorry you waited?” she asks softly.

“No way. This was perfect.” I kiss the crown of her head. “You were perfect.”

“Are you sorry I didn't wait?”

Ah, is that where her uncertainty came from?

“Why should I be? You had different circumstances. Besides, I tell myself that all your previous experiences were terrible. Don’t correct me if I’m wrong. I’m happy to be wrong and ignorant in this matter.”

I stroke her back, running my fingers along the sharp edges of her shoulder blades and tracing the bumps of her spine. I circle her waist with my hands.

“Your fantasies aren’t that far off the mark,” she admits. Her fingernails scratch over my nipple, my pec, and down my side. My dick perks up even more.

“Really?”

“Yes. Watching you touch yourself in that bathroom was hotter than anything I've personally experienced. It's why I couldn't stay away even though I knew I should.”

“I’m glad you didn’t.”

“I’m glad you didn't give up on me.”

“Never.” I tilt her head up and capture her mouth. “You ready for round two?”

“Only if I get to be on top this time.”

The sacrifices I have to make…

•••

After Sunday, it’s like I can’t get enough. I stalk her around campus. I drag her down four flights of stairs after one of her creative writing courses, shove up her skirt, and take her in the corner of a stairwell.

Her heel digs into my ass as I pound into her as if the entire universe’s rotation depends on how fast I can make her come. When she does come, it’s usually with this tiny gasp. It’s a sound that I hear in my dreams. I replay it when I’m on the road, along with all the other noises of our sex: The sweaty slap of our bodies as I jam against her. The sweet suck of her pussy as it hugs me tight. The feral grunts from my own throat as the orgasm overtakes me and I lose all control.

I sneak her into the athletic center because I want to christen my locker. She rides me, rubbing her body all over mine while she comes on my dick. That may be a mistake, because every time I sit in my locker, I think of her, us, and I get hard. Getting hard in the locker room is not a good idea. But she has her own problems. She’s taken to wearing skirts and thigh high tights because I’ve ripped the crotch of so many of her regular tights, and because, she admitted, she’s tired of her tights having a wet crotch after an encounter with me.

The new obsession I have with her doesn’t affect my play on the field. If anything, my focus is sharper there. Things happen in slow motion. It’s like I know the play before the ball even gets hiked. I start racking up ridiculous numbers. Two sacks in one game. Three in another. I get an interception and run it in for a touchdown in three different games. It’s unheard of. ESPN’s College Game Day becomes a Knox Masters highlight reel.

Life is fucking good.