“You guys are like, really good.”
Hecouldn’thelp but chuckle at her. He loved that she knew nothing about this and nothing about who he was on theteam andloved even more that he could be the one to introduce it all to her.
“We do alright,” he said with a shrug and a smile.
She stopped in front of Tristan’ locker. It had his last name plastered to the top as well asnumerousplaques and framed articles hanging from the wall right next to his locker. He had won multiple MVP awards, teammate of the year awards, as well asone national college tight end award. She also took a few moments to read articles from various local as well as national newspapers aboutall ofhis accomplishments in the two short years he had been at the university. She also noticed a few from his high school days as well.
“This is reallyimpressive, Trist,” she said in a whisper, her eyes shining with wonder and admiration as she continued to read over the accolades on the wall.
One of Tessa’s biggest pet peeves was laziness and lack of ambition. She hadencounteredway too many guys who wanted to date her who only cared about their looks or being popular and had no direction or passion in their lives. She was someone who was always so focused on how she could improve what she was good at; always looking towards the next best thing she couldaccomplish. Being around a guy like Tristan, who was very clearly driven, focused, and determined to be the best, was amajor green flag for Tessa,and alsoa major turn on if she was being honest with herself.
“Thanks, Tess,” he said quietly, his voice full of humility, “That really means a lot and is great to hear after working so hard at something.”
He came up behind her, his strong chestflushagainst her back, and the heat of him radiated throughout her own body. She hummed quietly to herself and subtly let her head fall back against his chest. It wasa very smallmovement, but he noticed it, and it made his knees weak. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her andleaned down to bury his faceintoher neck. She shivered when she felt his lips against her skin, and she felt her heart start to beat erratically as he laid soft kisses along the length of her slender neck.
“I really like being with you,” he said against her skin, his lips moving from her neck to her shoulder that was barely covered by a simple strap of her dress. She took a deep breath and willed herself to speak, but she felt her voice stuck in her throat, scared that if she did speak it would come out as a seductive moan which would leave her horriblyembarrassed.
Soinsteadshe stayed quiet, but continued to lean into him, relishing in his affection and the feeling of being so small in his secure embrace.
“And I can’t believe a girl as pretty as you even wants to hang out with me.”
She chuckled and rolled her eyes. What a smooth talker he was. He could have any girl in the school and he knew it.
“You don’t have to lay it on so thick Trist, I’m already here.”
“You think I’m lying?” heasked.He stilled his movements waiting for her to respond, to which she simply shrugged. He took a shaky breath and put his hands on her shoulders, turning her around to face him. She looked up at him with nervousness in her eyes and uncertainty in her body language.
“I’m not lying baby,” he said in a steady whisper. “You’rethe prettiest girlI’veever seen. And beyond that,you’rethe only girl who has ever made me feel this way. And Idon’teven know what that feeling is or how todescribeit. All I know is that I think about you all the time.I wonder whatyou’redoing, or whoyou’rewith, or ifyou’rethinking about me too.I thinkabout what kind of dayyou’rehaving. I think about kissing you,a lot,” he said with a chuckle, which made her fair skin blush. “Fuck, see? That right there,” he said as his hands came up to caress her cheeks, “the way youblush,and I canliterally seeyour skin turn pink. And ever since we kissed the othernight,I can still feel your lips and how soft they are.”
“You’re really good at this,” she said breathlessly, beginning to feel weak on her feet.
“I swear I’m just being honest with you Tess. This is uncomfortable for me too. I’ve never really said anything like this to a girl. I’ve never wanted to.”
There was an electric silence that fell between them. She felt her skin buzzing, her heart slamming against her chest, and a warm pulse through her lower belly down between her legs. Shedidn’thave a word for anything she was feeling. She had crushes, she had boyfriends, felt attracted to her fair share of boys and exchanged some very heated kisses that she thoroughly enjoyed, but this was different. This was beyond her experiences, and shecould not articulatewhatever this feeling was.
She tried to find the words, but she didn’t have any. She felt like they would be insufficient anyway and decided to crash her lips against his instead.
He hungrily accepted herkiss;his hands wrapped around the back of her neck which caused her to moan deeply into hisopen mouth. He swallowed her sounds eagerly, lettingher take the lead and silently thanked the universe when she almostimmediatelypushed her soft tongue into his mouth.
He backed her against his locker and pressed his body against hers. She felt his erectionimmediately– she felt how hard and aggressive it was against her soft belly, and she felt her head start to become dizzy.
Her hands roamed the expanse of his large chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath her delicate fingers and allowed herself tosubmitto hislarge frame. Shedidn’tunderstand what her body was doing;didn’tunderstand why she was turning into putty in his hands, why her body was surrendering to him so easily, but it was.
Their kiss grew deeper, more desperate and messier.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down close to her, encouraging their bodiesto be even closer together. Hewas more than happy toreciprocateher eagerness, and brought his hands to her hips, thespan of his hands so large that hisfingertipscoveredalmost theentirety of her lower back.
Their tongues moved together in a way that neither could control. It wasmessyand erotic and pure carnalinstinct. Their hormones were raging, their energiesmixing togetherin a seductive and powerful dance.
His hands slid down her sides, down her hips, and down her thighs, beforeheboldybrought his hands to her bare thighs, causing her to gasp into his mouth, and she melted into the feeling of his rough skin on her smoothlegs. She felt like silk under his fingers, and it took every ounce of strength he had not to grip her supple flesh hard and leave bruises.God,he wanted to though; wanted to mark her and claim her as his own; wanted to show her and the world how serious he was about her.
Without realizing it, she started to grind her hips against his leg. Somewhere in the chaos of their passion, he had slipped his largeleg inbetween hers. The friction and heatbetween themwascreating a sensation she was unfamiliar with anddidn’tknow how to control, causing her to grind against him in afrantic and desperate motion, and he had never been so turned on in his life. He moved his hands back up to her hips and started doing the workfor her, thrusting her small body against his thigh.
She threw her head back against the locker and his lips attacked her exposed neck. She clung to him desperately, trying togroundherselfin reality somehow, but what he was doing to her was toooverwhelming and to put it simply– it felt too fucking good.
“Fucking look at you,” he growled against her skin, pulling away slightly to get a glimpse of her in the heat of their passionate union.“You’reso fucking hot. I just wantto makeyou feel good.”
Shewhimperedat his words, feeling her body climbing a mountain shewasn’tsure she could come down from.
