Hail Mary: An Enemies-to-Lovers Roommate Sports Romance(81)

Leo let out a vicious moan, pulling out as he rasped, “Knees.”

It was a command, one I heeded with pleasure, landing on the tile in front of him. I grew even wetter at the sight of him pumping his cock, the water from the shower head sliding over his chest and abdomen, droplets dripping from his hair and off his nose as he stared down at me.

“Open,” he managed, and just before he busted, I opened my mouth.

Rope after rope of cum rained down on me, slicing across my tits and neck and face, some of it landing in my mouth as I savored every last drop. It was so fucking hot watching his abs contract as he flexed into his hand, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I reached between my legs and circled my clit as he painted me with his climax, and I found mine easy enough, moaning and shaking as I fucked my own hands.

Leo cursed, barely finishing before he pulled me up to stand. I was mid-orgasm, ready to cry at being interrupted, but he hiked my leg up again and thrust inside me, sparking it back to life. Then, he rubbed me with his expert fingers, kissing me and swallowing my moans as the orgasm caught life again and rocked through me. I shook so hard I couldn’t stand on my own, Leo pressing me against the wall to hold me, but he didn’t relent until I was completely spent and sagging in his arms.

We stayed like that for a long time, panting and clinging to each other until we found the strength to stand again. The water had run a bit cold, so Leo turned it all the way up, the hottest it would go. Then, he grabbed my shampoo, squeezing a dollop into his palms and rubbing them together before he made me face away from him.

The water ran hot and delicious down my back, and then Leo’s large hands were in my hair, massaging my scalp as he washed it. I moaned, letting my neck relax, the sensation almost as good as the orgasm that preceded it.

And suddenly, the moment turned from feral to something so tender that tears stung my eyes.

It was silent but for the water slapping at the tile by our feet and our breaths still evening out. Leo washed and rinsed my hair before repeating with conditioner, and then he lathered his hands up with my body wash.

Those hands started at my shoulders, massaging and kneading until they trailed down my back and over my arms. He turned me gently then, his eyes finding mine through the steam as he washed my hips, my thighs, and tenderly between my legs. And I didn’t hide. I didn’t pull away or fold my arms over myself or do anything to shield my body from his view.

I felt safe with him.

I felt wanted.

He ran his palms over my breasts next, my nipples hardening under his touch. I glanced down to find his cock hardening, too, but he didn’t move his gaze from my eyes.

Slowly, he pulled me into him, his forehead resting against mine as he continued his slow strokes all over my body.

There were so many words that hung between us, emotions too strong for either of us to look directly at. They were like the blinding sun or a car crash or both at the same time.

Instead, Leo dropped his mouth to mine, kissing me long and deep as his hands worked me all over. When he palmed my ass and rubbed the thick swells there, his cock twitched against my stomach, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and threaded my fingers into his hair.

We kissed for what felt like another eternity.

Then, I turned around, and he slid inside me again, taking me until the water turned cold and we both came again.





Leo

By the time October swept through Boston, the leaves turning bright yellow and orange and the skies growing more and more gray, I felt like I was on top of the world.

The Rebels were off to a killer start to the season — one we weren’t sure we’d have after losing some of our best players to graduation last year. But we were 5-0, winning all three of our home games and the two we’d played on the road. Another fight for the championship was within our grasp, and the entire team seemed focused, tuned in, alert and ready.

My father had surprised me at the stadium after our fourth win, along with a man named Leonard Bowden, who wanted to be my agent, and Coach Lee. I apparently had eyes on me for the draft, and it seemed everyone had forgotten about the little article about my girlfriends that came out over the summer. I’d been as squeaky clean as a college athlete could be, and I saw it in Coach’s eyes as much as in my father’s.

They were proud of me.

Hell, I was proud of me, too. My grades were excellent, I was performing the best I ever had on the field, and when I wasn’t in school or playing ball, I was with Mary.

We’d had parties at The Pit, of course — it was tradition, after all. But I swore, the entire team had their eyes on the prize, and none of us got out of line. In fact, most of the time, we were kicking people out by one so we could get sleep.

It felt a little like growing up, like we were going through our own changing of the seasons just as fall washed over us in all its glory.

Mary had been just as busy as the rest of us, her hours at the shop increasing now that she had a steady stream of clients. I knew it was only a matter of time before she was offered an official position at the shop.

I had mixed feelings about that.

Of course, I was proud of her — happy for her — but I was also still wary of Nero. It didn’t matter that he’d seemed professional since that night at the bar. Every time I visited Mary, I felt his eyes on me, on her, and it made the hair on the back of my neck stand straight up like he was a predator and I needed to be prepared for him to pounce.