Looking to Score(58)

Oakley slowly opened the door from the inside of our room and gave me the chance to sit up before opening it all the way. He was holding a Styrofoam cup of the terrible complimentary coffee brewed inside the nineteen-ninety-something coffee maker in our room.

“I thought you could use this,” he said, handing me the coffee. “You’ve been out here forever. How about I text the guys and tell them that we need some alone time and to keep their asses in their rooms? Then we can go inside, and I can do that thing you like with my tongue,” he teased.

“No,” I said firmly. “I need the recommendation. I can’t fuck up. Again.” At this moment, I really hated Coach. That recommendation had better fucking sing.

Oakley crouched beside me and started slowly kissing my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He made his way up to my mouth, and his skilled tongue started to weaken my resolve.

“Are you sure you can’t come back inside? Just twenty minutes…” Oakley said in a throaty voice between kisses. “In fact, I bet I could make you come in five…”

Oh hell. I started to squirm. I was about two seconds from humping his leg. I could use a good orgasm. Five minutes couldn’t hurt. “You have to threaten them,” I began, slowly standing up.

“What would you prefer?” he asked, pressing me against the wall.

“Tell them I’ll cut their dicks off.”

“I love it when you talk dirty to me,” he replied with a chuckle. “Anything else?”

“Tell them if they leave, I’ll have the school newspaper publish an article about a chlamydia outbreak in the athletic department.”

“Oh, that sounds so hot,” Oakley teased again. He then pressed me against the wall and whispered in my ear, “Anything else?”

“Tell them—”

“For fuck’s sake! We get it!” I snapped my head down the hall in time to see a lineman poking his head out the door. “You’ll maim, embarrass, and shame us if we leave. Just please stop with the creepy foreplay. I’m hard as a rock listening to the two of you, and I don’t really want to explain to my therapist that I got off to this. It’s bad enough I’m trapped in here, don’t make me listen to you guys fuck in the hallway, too.”

Oakley and I started cracking up, and our intruder disappeared. Grabbing my wrist, Oakley pulled me inside his room and started frantically unbuttoning my pants. I clawed at his shirt, neither of us able to get our clothes off fast enough.

This felt different. This was pure animalistic lust. Fast, hard, and powerful.

Oakley deepened his kiss, his tongue moving with mine furiously. His need for me was so fucking hot that I didn’t know if I would last even five minutes like this.

He tore my shirt over my head and pushed my bra up, exposing my breasts.

Oakley shoved me against the wall, knocking over a lamp from the nightstand. He held my hands over my head with one of his big hands while the other hand feverishly roamed my body, stopping only long enough to pinch my nipples. Moans escaped my lips every time his fingers teased me.

“Oakley...I need you inside of me,” I begged.

Without hesitation, he let go of my hands long enough to let me attack the button on his jeans. When I couldn’t get them undone fast enough, he reached down, thrusting them just past his thick muscular thighs. His rock hard member was barely contained by his boxers. I grabbed the waistband and yanked them down over his flexed thighs.

A loud pounding on the door snapped both of us out of our shared frenzy.

“Amanda! Amanda! Amanda, we need you!” a loud voice accompanied the now crazed knocking.

“I am going to kill whoever is on the other side of that door,” Oakley growled.

“Do we have to answer?” I asked with a pout. “Let’s ignore them,” I added before kissing him deeper.

“Dale snuck out to a USC party,” the voice yelled.

Fuckity fuck fuck FUCK. I swung open the door, forgetting that I was currently naked and Oakley had his pants around his ankles.

“Oh shit,” Kyle said with wide eyes as he stared. Oakley stepped in front of me, his hard cock pointing like an arrow at the asshole interrupting us. I quickly found Oakley’s shirt and put it on.

“What?” he asked. “And you better scrub the memory of my naked girlfriend from your brain, or I’ll make you run until you puke, freshman.”

Oh my God, he called me his girlfriend. Nope. Not important right now.

But like, oh my God!!

Kyle stammered, staring at the ceiling. “Uh. Dale snuck out, like, an hour ago? He found the fire escape and took the stairs.”

“That slippery bastard. I’m going to end him. I’m going to deflate his balls,” I growled.

Kyle let out a chuckle, then swallowed his amusement when he saw my furious expression peeking from around Oakley.

“Where is he?” Oakley asked.

“USC’s Pike house? I don’t know where it is.”

“Shit,” I began. “I know where that is.” I started looking around the hotel room for my pants and shoes. I was literally going to have to march myself into the lions’ den. This was exactly what I wanted to avoid. It would be one thing to see the people who tormented me from across the field, and another thing entirely to march into their home.

“Is he in trouble?” I asked absentmindedly, shrugging on my yoga pants.