Consumed: A MMA Sports Romance (43 page)

I lay panting and shivering, trembling
from head to toe, in my bed, naked for Zack to see, wracked with aftershocks of
an orgasm so potent I couldn’t even think. I half-heard metallic clattering and
the rustle of clothes in a break between songs, and then Zack was climbing into
the bed with me, wrapping his arms around me tightly and dragging his lips
along my neck, along the line of my jaw until he came to my mouth. He caressed
me all over, soothing me instead of teasing me, and I slowly came back to
myself by inches, my breath slowing down and my heart finding its usual rhythm
once more. Tremors of muscle spasms danced up and down along my arms and legs,
and everything below my hips felt unreal as I curled up to Zack’s naked body
and buried my face against his chest. That had been more intense than any
orgasm I had ever experienced in my life—and I had no idea why. Zack was
amazing, but some combination of the emotional high and his newfound skill had
culminated in pleasure so intense that I was almost scared to try it again.

After a few moments, I tilted my head
back, looking up at him. “That is just not fair,” I told him, smiling slightly.

“What’s not fair?” Zack grinned.

“The fact that you can do that to me. I
mean—how long have I been lying here brainless?”

Zack shrugged. “I don’t know—a few minutes
maybe.”

I rolled my eyes. I realized with a shock
that I could remember feeling Zack’s hard cock pressing against me—and clearly
he’d gotten no benefit from going down on me, not like the shattering orgasm
I’d been through. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock; sure
enough he was still as hard as a rock.

“Yeah, well, be prepared—you’re about to
get the same treatment.” I took advantage of his surprise and the fact that his
guard was down to knock him onto his back and climbed on top of him, pinning
him down against my bed and straddling his hips. Zack smirked up at me, shaking
his head.

“I’m willing to concede that you’re
good—but you’re not that good. I could hold back if I really wanted to.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Pretty big talk
there, son,” I said. “Care to make a wager on that?”

Zack considered it even as he rocked his
hips up against mine, letting me feel the heat and hardness of his cock rubbing
against my slick folds.

“Okay. If you make me come in—two songs,
that’s about ten minutes—then you can call the pace and the position after.”

“And if you don’t come in two songs?”

“I get to take you however I want.” I
thought about it. Zack was good—but he couldn’t know how much better I’d gotten
at oral since we’d dated in high school.

“Okay.”

I slithered down along his body, dropping
to the floor and steadying myself on my knees. I rubbed and massaged up along
the corded muscle of Zack’s thighs, as much because I loved the way he felt as
to get any effect on him. I kept my gaze on his face as I slowly lowered my
mouth, opening it just slightly. When the next song came on, I wrapped my hand
around the base of his thick, hard cock, and brought the tip to my open mouth,
sliding my tongue along the milky precum that had already started to form there.
I closed my lips around him and began to suck lightly, teasing the head with
the tip of my tongue, rubbing my finger long the length of the underside of his
cock. Zack groaned, barely keeping his eyes open, tensing underneath me almost
immediately. I fell into pace with the song, moving my mouth down along his
length inch by inch, taking more and more of him in. I pulled back, swirling my
tongue around the tip and descending once more.

Zack’s hips began to move automatically,
thrusting up to meet my mouth, but I kept him exactly where I wanted him,
bringing my tongue under and running the tip along the vein I knew followed the
length of his cock. I closed my eyes and began to pick up my pace gradually,
sucking and licking, my hand working the part closer to the base where my mouth
simply couldn’t reach. I had one part of my mind on the progress of the song
playing over my stereo and the rest on what I was doing, thinking of what I
knew he liked, what I knew all men liked. Zack’s cock twitched as it met the
back of my throat, and I swallowed, breathing carefully until the gag reflex
passed before I began bobbing my head once more. He groaned and gasped, his
fingers threading in my hair, tugging lightly—carefully—as I worked him, as I
worshipped him with my lips and tongue. I barely—barely—grazed the skin near
the head with my teeth, and Zack’s back arched on my bed, his eyes squeezing
shut and a long, load moan leaving him all at once. The next song came on, and
I began moving faster, pumping him with one hand while I bobbed my head,
tightening my lips around him and sucking him—I thought of it like trying to
suck a thick milkshake through a straw.

My other hand trailed along his inner
thigh, and I carefully—carefully—cupped his balls, giving him the lightest squeeze
to test his reaction. Zack let out something between a cry and a shout, and his
precum began to flow more freely, his cock twitching and jerking erratically
between my lips. I relaxed my mouth and then tightened it again, fluttering my
lips around him, sucking harder and then softer, letting my tongue wander and
squirm against him. I was listening to the song playing, keeping pace with it,
and remembering in the back of my mind when the crescendo would happen. As the
song built up I split my attention between it and Zack; just the act of doing
this, of having him in my mouth, was turning me on all over again, building up
the fire I had felt when he’d started to touch me. I worked him as hard as I
could, hearing the shrieking, churning climax of the song.

Right before the end, right when it was
starting to die off, Zack let out a long, low groan and I felt his balls in my
hand tighten up, pull up towards his body. The first spurt of hot, salty-bitter
cum shot into my mouth, sticky slick and coating my tongue. I continued sucking
and licking, swallowing automatically, as wave after wave filled my mouth,
almost but not quite triggering my gag reflex once more. The next song started
while he was still finishing, the last few spurts of his come hitting my tongue,
and I pulled back, looking down on him with a self-satisfied smirk as Zack,
eyes still closed, sagged against my bed. He was panting, not quite trembling
from the force of his orgasm, and I could see the rapid flutter of his pulse at
his throat.

I climbed back into the bed and his arms,
and for a long moment there was nothing but the music swirling around us,
punctuated by Zack’s gasping breaths. Then his hands came to life, reaching out
and grabbing me, pulling me close to him.

“Fuck, Evie,” he murmured, still panting
slightly. “You are amazing at that. I want to say you cheated, but it’s just
because I didn’t know you were that good.”

I preened, smoothing my hair and grinning
into his face. “You know I’m not some prude. I’ve been with other guys since
you.”

There was a flicker of something in Zack’s
dark eyes but he grinned. “Yeah, I’d have to assume so. There’s no way you
could study yourself into being that good.”

I rolled my eyes. “I did that too, you
know. I like knowing how to do things better. So it’s official that I won,
right?”

Zack groaned, letting his head fall to the
mattress. “I should argue that since I finished coming after the song ended it
doesn’t count, but I don’t have the will to fight it. Yes, you won. You get to
call the shots in a few minutes when we finally fuck again.”

I laughed. “If you’re going to lose you
should lose gracefully,” I reminded him, poking him playfully in the chest.
Zack grabbed up my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing my palm lazily.

“I seem to have heard that somewhere
before.” He pulled my body close to his, and I felt him already starting to get
hard again. I laughed.

“Seriously? You’re already ready to go
again?”

Zack chuckled, taking a few deep breaths.
“Well, you’re the only one that can get a rise out of me like that, so soon. So
consider yourself privileged.”

“It’s just because I’m way too hot for
you.” I could feel the heat—the heat of my own desire—getting more and more
intense. I was glad he was ready to go again already. If I’d had to wait much
longer I’d have started touching myself.

“You’re the smart one and the hot one.
Okay, Evie—what’s it going to be?” I turned over onto my back and peered up at
Zack.

“You on top. To the beat of the
song—whatever song happens to be on—until we both come.”

Zack listened to the song that was on at
the moment. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his still-hardening cock,
giving him a few strokes to finish the work of getting him ready.

“Okay,” Zack said.

The song that was playing over the speakers
was a steady, not-quite-slow pace, and Zack covered my body with his own,
slipping between my legs and repaying my kindness in bringing him to full
erection by spreading my labia and giving my clit a quick, firm stroke. He
guided his cock up against me and thrust into me slowly, letting me feel every
inch of him pushing past the initial resistance of my body. I breathed in,
wrapping my arms around his shoulders, draping my legs around his waist,
pushing my hips down to meet his thrusts as he fell into the rhythm of the
song. It wasn’t familiar to him—he kept working to keep up, to slow down or
move faster as the song meandered along. I grinned to myself, satisfied with my
strategy and feeling so completely turned on by the syncopated rhythm that Zack
and I were creating. The friction built up, my muscles tightening around him,
our movements falling in together as we listened to the song and each other.

It transitioned into a much slower song—a
ballad—and Zack smiled briefly.

“I know this one,” he told me, kissing me
lazily on the lips as he slowed his thrusts.

He plunged deeper and deeper inside of me,
taking advantage of the slow pace to make me feel him, really feel him. He was
thick and hard, almost scorching hot inside of me. My muscles fluttered around
him as he ground his hips up against mine, somehow finding a way to rub right
up against my clit even as his cock rubbed my inner walls with every movement.
We kissed each other all over, everywhere our lips could reach, while our hands
explored each other’s bodies, touching and teasing, caressing and kneading. It
was sweet—delicious friction building up, making me almost impatient even
though it felt absolutely amazing. Zack didn’t let up; he kept pushing into me,
shifting his hips to get the best possible angle.

He found my g-spot just as the song
concluded, and I shuddered against him at the sudden jolt of intense sensation
that shocked me. The next song came on and Zack picked up his pace
accordingly—I was more than ready for it. I pushed my hips down to meet his,
clutching him close as we moved together in rhythm. I couldn’t be sure where
the music ended and our bodies began; everything swirled in a blur of color and
sound, feeling and taste. I could even smell the ocean-and-sweat scent of our
bodies moving together in the cool air of the room.

Zack thrust into me steadily, brushing up
against my g-spot with every other stroke, until I was gasping and panting,
moaning and crying out in pleasure. I couldn’t take anymore, I thought—if I had
to go through another song, one that might be slower, I would die from the
pleasure eating away at my brain with no release. Zack reached down between my
legs and began to stroke and rub my clit with his fingers even as he pounded up
into me, in time with the fast-paced end of the song. I cried out and clutched
his body to mine as the first jolt of orgasm shot through my body. I continued
moving—and Zack thrust into me relentlessly, carrying the rhythm he had fallen
into even after the song ended. I no longer cared; I was consumed with the
feeling of pleasure washing through my body, how good it was. It wasn’t as
intense, as mind-shattering as the first one, but it was more pleasant for
that. I managed to hold onto consciousness as wave after wave of sensation
crashed through me, and I felt Zack’s body tense against mine as he reached his
own orgasm, letting out a long, low groan that filled my ears, blocking out the
song playing over my speakers.

We rode through our orgasms, not stopping
in our movements until we were both utterly spent; then Zack collapsed against
me heavily, burying his face against my breasts as we both panted. I went
half-away for a long moment, the music filtering through my head in an ebb and
flow of distorted guitars and twisting, sweet-and-then-sharp vocals, and heavy
drums. I was tingling all over, hot and cold flashes of sensation crackling
through me. I was contented; utterly satisfied in a way I hadn’t been in years,
my breath slowing gradually and my rapid pace calming with it.

Zack pulled himself up and shifted onto
the bed next to me, draping his arms around me loosely.

“That was a really good idea,” he said,
smiling slightly.

“I know. I always thought about it before
but never really tried it with anyone.” Zack brushed a lock of hair out of my
face lightly, his dark eyes peering down into mine.

“God you’re going to ruin me,” he said,
shaking his head. “Good at oral, full of great ideas for how to make sex
better—I’m going to fail out.”

I rolled my eyes and grinned, my cheeks
warming with a blush. “Yeah well, you’re still responsible for your own
choices. Study if you need to. You can always get more sex—you can’t get more
hours in the day.”

Zack laughed. “You aren’t entirely changed
from the girl I knew and loved in high school,” he told me. “You’ve still got
your eyes on the prize. If I had ever interfered with your studies back then
you’d have broken up with me immediately.”

I raised one finger. “I actually did break
up with you for a while and for exactly that reason.” Zack furrowed his brow in
confusion. “Oh, I didn’t tell you then but yeah. When we broke up for like two
weeks in spring of my freshman year, it was totally because my grades had
started slipping and I couldn’t even handle the idea that it was because of a
boy.”

“Leave it to you,” Zack said, shaking his
head. “But you got back together with me.”

I shrugged. “I was miserable without you,
and anyway, I knew I just had to do better at being a student. Make better
choices.”

Zack laughed. “Yeah, you were always good
at pointing the hose at me—so to speak—when I got you too distracted from what
you were doing.”

We both fell into a doze and I thought
about the time I had spent with Zack when we had been in high school together,
listening to the music and enjoying the closeness of his body next to me in the
bed. My mind drifted in sleepy circles as Zack’s hands trailed over my body,
touching and teasing me lightly. I knew neither of us was up to another round;
not yet, anyway. But every last bit of tension was out of my body. It wasn’t
like anything had been when we’d been together. There was a kind of sweetness
to the ache I felt between my legs that I knew could easily be addictive. I
closed my eyes as the music flowed around me and just floated.

SLAMMED #3

CHAPTER
ONE

I came back to myself all at once as I lay
in Zack’s arms, floating in some place between asleep and awake. Zack’s body
was pressed to mine, and I loved the sensation of his warm, velvet-soft skin,
the steady thrumming of his heartbeat in my ear as I lay there with my face
pressed to his chest. Half-asleep, Zack trailed his hands over my curves
slowly, not trying to turn me on again, but caressing me lazily, producing a
comforting tingle along my skin. I wanted to hang in that delicious state of
almost-asleep forever; I wasn’t tired, but I had a bone-deep satisfaction that
flowed through me, lighting up my veins, crackling through my nervous system. I
thought idly that it would be nice to just keep lying there, and maybe wake up
from the dreamy state just to roll over onto Zack and kiss him into another
tryst.

Through the thick fog of satisfaction, I
realized that it had been lunch when I stormed out of the dining hall—and that
I still had classes for the day. I sat up quickly and looked at the clock on my
desk; it was just after two. My heart beat a little faster. I had a class in
twenty minutes; I needed to get ready.

“Hey,” I said, giving Zack’s shoulder a
shake. “I need to get to class.”

Zack stirred, opening his eyes and giving
me a lazy smile.

“What time is it?” He stretched and I
couldn’t quite tear my gaze away from the sight of his naked body; he was all
rippling muscle, with slight tan lines where his football gear sat, the skin
paler there. I shook away my distraction and looked around for my clothes.

“It’s two. Or just after.”

Zack sat bolt upright in my bed and looked
around until his gaze fell on the clock.

“Shit. I gotta run too—or I’ll be late to
practice.”

He leaped off of the bed and grabbed for
his clothes on the floor, a faint smile lingering on his lips. I put a robe on,
telling myself I’d get dressed after he left; I was too distracted by the sight
of him moving, taking in his tight, rounded ass, his muscled legs and thick
shoulders as he pulled on his boxers, throwing his shirt over his head and then
stepping into his jeans. Zack caught me staring and laughed, taking a moment to
step up to me quickly and kiss me on the lips.

“Walk me out?” he asked.

I nodded, still tingling all over from the
orgasm.

Jess was coming out of her room as Zack
and I walked to the door; I blushed as she caught my eye and winked at me,
standing silently next to the bathroom. Zack stopped in the entranceway and
turned, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling my body against his. “One
more,” he murmured, brushing his lips along mine and then kissing me harder,
his tongue probing my mouth for a few hot, fast moments before he broke away.

“Catch you later, Evie,” he said with a
little grin, opening the door. It was swinging shut behind him and I reeled slightly,
smiling like an idiot in spite of myself.

“Well, well, and well,” Jess said,
crossing the room and looking me up and down with a knowing glance. “Let me
just guess what you’ve been up to.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, shut up.” My cheeks
were burning, and I sat against the back of a chair, unable to help the smile
that kept tugging at my lips despite how embarrassed I felt. “He came and
apologized for being an asshole, that’s all.”

“Oh, so you accept all apologies naked in
your bedroom, I see.” I shoved Jess’ shoulder as she laughed.

“Okay, fine, we had sex again. It’s not
that big a deal.”

Jess crossed her arms over her chest and
looked me up and down once more, snickering.

“You know, the way you stormed out of the
dining hall, I would not have thought you’d even let him in the room.”

I shrugged. “I wouldn’t have thought so
either,” I admitted. “I sort of opened the door before I even thought about it,
and there he was.”

I told her about what Zack had told
me—that he had intended to embarrass himself, not me, that it had been aimed at
getting the stupid girls at his table to shut up.

“I have to admit, I thought you were
overreacting. No one in the DH was actually laughing at you—they thought Zack
was being an idiot.”

“Yeah, well, it felt an awful lot like
they were—and I thought Zack was doing it just to be a jerk, like he didn’t
mean it.”

“Be careful, Evie,” Jess suggested. “But I
will admit that announcing that he’s in love with you in front of the entire
dining hall is a pretty good indication that he feels something at least. It
was kind of romantic.”

I rolled my eyes. “It was dumb and silly.
But I’m glad he came and apologized to me. I made him promise no more public
spectacles.”

“Well in fairness to him, the last one was
all you.”

I shook my head, still smiling, and turned
to go back to my room.

“Oh! Did you by any chance think to grab
my bag?” My cheeks were burning again and I realized I had forgotten all about
the fact that I’d left my backpack behind in the dining hall when I’d fled
Zack’s public declaration of love.

“I did, in fact. What would you do without
a conscientious roommate like me?” Jess went into her bedroom and came back out
a moment later, carrying my backpack.

“If I didn’t have a conscientious roommate
like you I wouldn’t have been the subject of two very embarrassing public
displays because I would have never run into Zack at the party you made me go
to.”

“So then, you still wouldn’t be getting
laid, is what you’re saying.”

I couldn’t say anything to that—she was,
technically, right. “I can get my own guys!” I shouted as Jess sauntered back
to her room.

I had to hurry to get ready; there was my
assignment for class to print out, and of course I couldn’t walk across campus
in my bathrobe. I found my clothes and put them on while I printed my
assignment for the class, humming along with the music still playing on my
computer. My body was tingling still, and I could feel a ghost of the sensation
of Zack’s cock inside of me, the lingering wetness between my thighs from the
sex we’d had.

****

I managed to make it to class on time,
hurrying across campus and avoiding everyone’s gaze as my cheeks burned. I
didn’t know how many of the people I passed on the walkways had seen Zack’s
pronouncement of love in the dining hall—or how far the word of it had spread
throughout campus since I’d gone back to my room. It had been an hour and a
half since I’d run back to my dorm—so it could have easily spread throughout
half the campus already. I wondered, feeling mortified, if someone had gotten a
video of it; they probably had.

Once I was in class, I tried to turn my
thoughts firmly onto the task at hand, but I found my attention straying every
few minutes. I imagined Zack at practice, running through plays, doing the
standard exercises that seemed to always come up for football players. I
assumed that the routine at the college level wasn’t that different from what I
had seen Zack work through when we had been dating in high school; there were
only so many ways that a team could practice. I thought, remembering the
article I had turned in and the stakes of the last game, that running plays and
staying in fighting shape were more important than ever for the team. As long
as they managed to win the next big game, our team would go on to national championships—a
major bowl game that could bring fame to our school. If Zack were the man in
charge of the team when that happened, he’d have a permanent reputation at the
college for years to come.

In a flash, I remembered Zack’s hands on
me, the image of him in my mind firmly replacing the thoughts of him virtuously
at practice, focused on running plays. My cheeks burned with a deep blush as I
played through the way Zack buried his face between my legs, my mind sending
ghostlike jolts of remembered sensation through my body as I tried not to
squirm in my seat, heat rushing through my body from head to toe. When we had
dated in high school, Zack had been okay with his hands—I could easily remember
him getting me off with his fingers—but he’d never been too interested in going
down on me. I shivered in the memory of how enthusiastic he had become.

I took notes mindlessly, hearing and not
hearing the lecture going on in the front of the classroom, thinking about the
strange set of events that had led to having Zack in my bed. I smiled to
myself, remembering the sight of him stretching; the thick, dark patch of hair
tangled around the base of his cock, the ripple of his abdominal muscles, the
deep cut of his hip bones. I felt giddy and satisfied, worried and contented
all at once, and I knew—in a sudden flash—that I was every bit as infatuated
with Zack as I had been in high school, that it would be incredibly easy to
fall head over heels in love with him just the way I had before. The thought of
that gave me a moment’s pause. I had fallen completely and totally in love with
Zack when we’d dated in high school, and he had ended up breaking up with me—he
had left. We were in the same position in college as we’d been when we’d first
started dating; even if we lasted the semester, and then Spring, what would
happen when it came time for Zack to graduate?