Misadventures of a College Girl (Misadventures #9)(39)

“Nope,” Dimitri says. “He can’t do the slightest thing after the play, or he’ll get dinged and the play will be negated.”

As our offense heads onto the field to take over, I find Tyler on the sideline. He’s seated on a bench behind the coaches and players standing along the sideline. He’s getting high-fives and helmet slaps from his teammates. A cameraman for the jumbo screen makes his way over to the bench where Tyler’s sitting and, suddenly, his gorgeous face fills the massive screen.

And then it happens.

My secret signal.

Tyler looks straight into the camera, brings the football up to his face mask, and moves it back and forth lengthwise across his face several times. And then, following that bit of awesomeness, Tyler lowers the ball, sticks out his tongue, and makes the exact face I’d imagine a cannibal would make right after eating another guy’s face off.

Clarissa laughs. “What the hell was that? Was Tyler eating corn on the cob?”

One of Dimitri’s friends posits another theory. “Maybe the ball was the heart of the dude Tyler just picked off. Tyler’s saying he’s a fucking cannibal, man.”

I don’t say a word. Of course, I know they’re both wrong. Obviously, that first thing was Tyler pretending to be a beaver gnawing on a log. And that maniacal tongue-face he flashed after that? That was yet another coded message to me. To my crotch, specifically. Tyler just secretly told me he’s going to eat—and savor—his eager beaver’s beaver tonight. There might be a prohibition against “excessive celebrations” on the football field, but clearly, Tyler and I are going to have our own private “excessive celebration” of his triumph tonight.





Chapter Twenty-Three





The song blaring in Tyler’s bedroom is yet another from his playlist of all-time favorites: “Enter Sandman” by Metallica. And, lucky me, I’m listening to this hard-hitting, nasty song while being bent over Tyler’s bed and getting pounded from behind.

Tyler leans over to my ear. His breath is hot. One hand is on my breast. His other on my clit. “I’m gonna spank your ass in three seconds unless you tell me no.”

What was that now? I open my mouth to reply and close it again. Why did Tyler ask for a no this time, rather than an explicit yes? But before I can engage in further analysis of that puzzle, Tyler’s hand leaves my breast, and I feel a stinging sensation on my right ass cheek. Well, I’ll be damned. That turned me on.

“Yes?” he growls.

“Yes.”

Tyler continues pounding me for a bit more, and then he spanks me again…and…I…come so hard, my legs collapse underneath me. I crumple onto the bed, growling with my pleasure.

In a flash, Tyler pulls out of me, grabs the purple dildo that’s been ominously sitting on the edge of the bed this whole time, and slides that sucker inside me. Without further ado, he turns it on, bends down behind me, parts my ass cheeks, and proceeds to tongue my asshole.

Almost instantly, my back-door muscles begin spasming like crazy. “Tyler,” I grit out, just before my body comes like a freight train, even harder than the last time. “Oh, my God.”

I hear a splooging sound, like something being squeezed out of a bottle, and then the sensation of Tyler’s slick fingers sliding up and down my ass crack.

Oh, jeez. I suddenly understand what Tyler’s about to do. “I’m scared,” I blurt.

“Relax,” Tyler whispers, his breathing labored.

I can’t relax. I can’t breathe. My chest is tight. “I’m scared.”

“I’ll go slow,” he whispers. “The minute you say no, it’s over. No coaxing. No persuading. One ‘no’ and I’m immediately out. You trust me?”

I take a deep breath. “Yes.”

“Tell me you trust me.”

“I trust you.”

“This is going to feel amazing. You’ll see.”

I take another deep breath.

“Yes?” he whispers.

“Yes.”

He increases the speed of the vibrator inside me, sending its head knocking feverishly against my G-spot and the little silicone “rabbit” at its base swirling frenetically across my clit.

I moan. I’m shaking. Short of breath.

“Relax,” he coos. He slides his finger inside my ass, past the thick ring of muscles guarding its entrance, and… Wait. That’s not Tyler’s finger.

I yelp. And kind of squeak. “So big,” I breathe, clutching the bedspread.

“Breathe,” Tyler says into my ear. “Take a deep breath and exhale.”

I do as I’m told, and he slides himself farther inside me.

“Yes?” he grits out.

“Yes,” I choke out.

One more deep breath and Tyler’s all the way inside me. He begins moving slowly. Holy motherfucking shit! I’ve got a vibrating dildo up my cooch and a giant cock up my ass? Who am I? And why does this feel so good? I make a garbled sound and tighten my grip on the bed covering. I’m hanging on for dear life.

“Oh, Jesus,” Tyler gasps behind me, his voice strained. “Thank you, Jesus. You okay, baby?”

I open my mouth to reply, but a tsunami of white-hot ecstasy shoots through me, and then an orgasm like nothing I’ve felt before racks me—an orgasm so devastating to my system, it causes tears to spontaneously squirt out of my eyes.