Slowly, I lowered my hand back to my side and watched in fascination as he leisurely pushed his shorts off his hips.When he let his cock spring free of his boxer briefs, it was everything I could do to remain still when all I wanted was to sit up and wrap my hands around his hard length.A slight shake of his head told me he knew exactly where my thoughts had gone, but he had other plans.
Deliberately skimming his knuckles over my skin, he snagged the condom and tore it open, taking half the night to smooth it over his impressive cock before giving himself a tug that made me growl in frustration.Wicked laughter rumbled from him.
“Haven’t you heard, Saylor?Good things come to those who wait.”
Pressing my thighs apart, he stood gloriously naked between them.As he stroked himself again, each of us catalogued the other.While I’d seen most of him when we were floating the river, I still enjoyed this unobstructed view of his sculpted beauty: his broad, powerful shoulders, perfectly muscled arms, thick chest, ripped abs, and the sexy obliques framing his happy trail, which ended at his gorgeous cock.My mouth watered at the sight, and I licked my lips.
That move jolted him from his own perusal.Spreading my knees wider, he crouched to line himself up at my entrance.Nudging his way between my folds, he gave me about an inch of himself, stopped, and tipped his head back.In the light of the setting sun slanting through the window, the cords of his neck stood out in stark relief against his tanned skin.
“Cash.I don’t want you to hold back.”
“And I don’t want to hurt you,” he gritted out before he pulled back and pushed in half again as much.
The delicious stretch had me lifting my hips, my body begging for more of his.
“Saylor,” he warned.
But he pushed in further, pulled out, and pushed in again, then again, until at last he’d seated himself balls-deep inside me.There was so much of him I could barely breathe, and still, I wanted more.My walls pulsed around him, trying to pull him deeper inside me, and he groaned.
“Fuck, Saylor.Fuck, fuck, fuck.If you keep doing that, I’m never going to last.”
“Cash, you feel incredible.I need you to move.I need you to fuck me.”I shifted beneath him, and he groaned again.“Please.”
Grasping my knees, he tugged my thighs up and then smoothed his hands down my calves to my ankles, setting them on his shoulders as he straightened his knees.The move pulled my hips off the bed, and then he leaned forward, resting his palms on either side of me.“You are so hot and wet and tight.Jesus, Saylor.You feel like heaven.”He pulled out halfway and slammed back into me.“I had other plans for how this was going to go, but those will have to wait until next time,” he said through his clenched jaw.
Angling his body forward, he held nothing back, giving me all of himself, hard and deep.In this position the head of his cock repeatedly hit the perfect spot inside me, and in minutes I was fisting the covers again and screaming his name.After a couple more thrusts, he let out a shout and went rigid before pounding into me a few more times as though he had no control over his body.
He blinked down at me, the wild slowly leaving his eyes.Gently, he removed my ankles from their perch on his shoulders, letting my feet slide down to the floor, before he collapsed on top of me, our breathing ragged as he buried his face in my neck.I ran my fingers through his hair and skimmed my hands over his shoulders as the aftershocks rolling through me served as mini orgasms.
Right when I thought he might press me into the mattress permanently, Cash stirred, dragging himself out and off me.Immediately, I felt bereft with the loss of his weight and his heat.He tugged the condom off, knotted it, and headed to the bathroom next door to my bedroom.I heard the toilet flush and the sink run, and then he was back.
Sliding his hands beneath me, he rearranged me on the bed and slid in beside me.Resting on his side, his head propped up on his hand, he stared down at me as he ran a lazy fingertip up and down the center of my torso.“I knew it was going to be good with you, but I think you may have completely wrecked me.”
Chapter Eighteen
August
Cash
Saylor allowed meto take her out on one more date before she left for her internship—the big deal that took her away from me for most of summer.Of course, I made it count, especially when I spent the night at her place afterward.The whole spending-the-night thing was way out of character for me this early in a relationship, but I hadn’t been joking when I told her she’d wrecked me the first time we had sex.Since she was going to be in Denver hanging out with celebrities, I needed to leave an impression, which I did all night long.
While she was away, we texted a couple of times a week.Her excitement for her work with Olivia Carter nearly leaped out of my phone.The pics she sent of her hanging out with Balefire had the potential to make me jealous, except it was common knowledge the guys in the band were all blissfully married.Still, the one with Dakota Perri’s hand resting on her hip gave me pause.I had to grin at the photo she shared of her with Cristy Valor though.The two of them looked like they were up to something naughty as they clinked shot glasses at a table in the studio.
My summer alternated between working on grounds crew at the golf course—a job I’d lined up to supplement my scholarship and limited NIL money—and weight training and practice.The team couldn’t officially practice until the end of July, but I’d continued to show up on the field after lifting and throwing balls to whoever wanted to catch them.Almost always, Callahan O’Reilly and Danny Chambers were up for it.Josh Mitchell and a couple of freshmen would also show up, as well as Tarvarius Johnson on occasion because “sometimes you need a running back to catch a pass, show the receivers how it’s done.”
I loved that guy’s confidence.
Patty and Dally would usually join us as well, giving me plenty of opportunities to work on my timing with our starting center.Coach Ellis had made it clear when I joined the team that we didn’t have a quarterback controversy, but it didn’t hurt for me to be ready to play with the starters for those long-pass opportunities on third downs that Coach Wiley had implied in spring ball would be coming my way in the fall.Plus, moving in with Dally had helped him see that I truly was a stand-up guy.
Yes, I wanted to start.Yes, I still harbored a scintilla of hope a pro team might want to pick up a quality backup QB.No, I had no delusions of either opportunity actually waiting in my future.I’d play some third downs this season, help Patty with his technique, maybe finish my career with a championship ring, and head to medical school next fall.Still, my competitive desire demanded I leave everything I had in the weight room and on the field every time I stepped in either place.
We were deep into official practice with two-a-days and hours of film study when Saylor returned to campus, which meant I didn’t have a chance to catch up with her until she’d been home for a few days.Knowing she was in town yet not being able to see her made me itchy—something Dalton and Taco noticed and didn’t let me up about.
“That last pass today had a bit of a wobble.Almost allowed me to intercept it,” Taco teased as he helped himself to the pizza I’d ordered.Practice had run late, and none of us had wanted to cook after we came home.“Makes a guy wonder if you’re distracted.”
“You sure your head’s in the game?”Dalton chimed in.“That long play is a three-step drop, not five, isn’t it?”
“What are you talking about?”I grumbled.“You special teams guys were on the opposite end of the field through the entire practice tonight.”
