SCORE (A Stepbrother Sports Romance)(15)

She looked up at me. “Feeling better?” I nodded, unable to take my eyes off her as I sat down and tossed my phone on the table without a thought. “Great,” she murmured, sliding her phone into her backpack. “Let’s get back to work, then.”

My eyes flicked towards her sweater, and I mumbled, “Were you warm?”

She looked at the sweater that she had folded neatly and placed near the edge of the table and nodded. “Oh…yeah, it’s weird. It’s, like, only forty degrees out, but I was really warm. I feel a little yucky.”

“Want to quit for tonight?” I asked. “I mean, if you feel bad, we can go home and study tomorrow.”

“No, I’m good,” she murmured, clearing her throat.

We worked until almost eight o’clock. The classroom was fairly dark at this point, but we worked diligently. Alyssa explained her notes to me, and she referenced a chart from the textbook. I leaned closer to see the small font printed in the book. We were only inches apart now, our bodies sideways in the chairs so that we were facing each other. I looked up from the book and scooted closer to Alyssa. Unable to refrain a moment longer, I placed my hands on her bare thighs just above her knee. Her skin was incredibly soft beneath my touch, and so warm that I didn’t want to stop touching her.

She looked at me with wild, shimmering blue eyes. “What are you doing?” she whispered, her voice anxious behind the breathy excitement.

“Breaking the rules,” I whispered with a smile, leaning towards her. Our lips touched, and I heard a relieved sigh escape her mouth, as if she, too, had been waiting for this moment.

My thumbs massaged small circles at the top of her thighs where my hands were clamped onto her legs. I pressed my lips roughly onto her soft, pouty ones. Long kisses were exchanged between us, each one as delectable as the last. My hands moved slowly up her leg as our kisses deepened. Our tongues flicked and slid against each other’s as we shared hot, open-mouthed kisses. I needed more of her, more of her skin, and I moved one hand up to her face, holding it firmly as I ripped my lips off hers to press kisses down her throat. My muscles tensed as she let out a soft coo, the sound making me want her more.

I pulled down the strap of her camisole as I kissed her collarbone, the skin so sweet and soft. I could feel her hands on my shoulders, pressing me even harder against her. I grabbed her breasts through her shirt. I kissed her again, and she was ready, kissing me with a hot passion.

“Blake,” she moaned against my lips, “I want more of you.”

Her voice was soft between the kisses, and I pulled away, holding her face in my hands. I stared intensely into her sparkling blue eyes and whispered, “I want all of you.”

I wrapped my arms tightly around her small waist and pulled her onto my lap, her legs on either side as she straddled me in my chair. Her face was the same height as mine, and she kissed me softly, her hands running through my hair. I pressed her hips down, grinding our bodies together in fast, rocking motions. I let out a groan from the immense pleasure.

She rocked her hips in the same heady, fast motion as mine, and I could feel the muscles in her thighs tightening around me. Even though her body was pressed against mine, I wanted her even closer. I continued to rock my hips and kiss her deeply as I moved my hands up her shirt, feeling the soft, smooth skin of her back.

I reached for her bra clasp and undid it quickly. She pulled away from my lips for just a moment as she slid off her bra and shirt. “Fuck,” I breathed as I took in the sight of her. Her tight stomach and bare breasts, paired with her rosy cheeks and swollen lips, was enough to send me over the edge.

I leaned into her chest, pressing my mouth against her warm skin, massaging her breasts with my hands as she moaned and moved in soft thrusts against me. I kissed a breast and closed my mouth around a nipple. She clutched me desperately. I felt her fingers around the edge of my shirt, and I pulled away so she could pull it off.

Her hands moved softly against my chest, running along the sensitive ridges of my tensed muscles. I watched Alyssa as she moved and kissed me softly and deliberately. This kiss was different from the others, so tender and gentle, lingering long after she pulled away. She looked at me, her eyes bright with questions.

I maneuvered our bodies closer. Her hot, bare skin pressed tightly against mine, and every nerve was alive inside of me. In that moment, I felt every part of her and every part of myself, hot and melded together, intertwined and entangled. I kissed her again, slow and deliberate, our lips barely touching and then slowly compressing together. No amount of closeness was close enough. Her hands held my face as we kissed. I was so lost in her, the whole world was gone. It was just me and Alyssa.

Suddenly, she jerked away from me, and my body turned cold, my world empty. I looked at her, bewildered, and she stared at me, crossing her arms over her bare chest, her head cocked to the side. “Did you hear that?” she asked in a whisper.

I shook my head and opened my mouth to answer, but she held up her finger, silencing me as she listened intently. We sat in silence for a moment, and as I shifted in my seat, what we had just done hitting me. She looked at me, moving awkwardly. “I heard someone in the hallway.”

I nodded slowly, and we gazed at each other for a long moment. We both wanted more, but we had gone far enough and could have been caught.

Alyssa grabbed her clothes and quickly slid her top on again. She grabbed her sweater and books, stuffing them in her backpack. “We should probably get going. It’s getting late.”