Page 62 of Campus Heat

Ethan

I hadn’t planned on being intimate with her again, not to mention in such a setting, but everything went wrong after I’d started talking. After what I had admitted about the team and being afraid to let go, I expected to feel lighter. Instead, I felt exposed.

Standing in the locker room with her being so close and caring, I’d become painfully aware that she had just seen a side of me that no one else had. I hadn’t shown that kind of vulnerability to the guys in the huddle, to Malik or even Coach Harris. Yet she seemed to have a way of pulling these kinds of things out of me.

And then her reaction caught me completely off guard. She hadn’t looked disappointed or surprised. It actually looked like she understood what I was going through, and that was what had me unraveling in the palm of her hand.

When I stepped into her space this time, it had nothing to do with adrenaline or ego. It wasn’t even about lust at first. It was a strange, overwhelming urge to stay in a place that felt safe. A place where I didn’t need to pretend.

She moved with me, and her back touched the lockers softly. Her hands found my shoulders, and I kissed her. It was slower than before, but deeper, and for the first time all day my mind went quiet. I wasn’t thinking about plays or scoreboards or the voices that constantly told me I wasn’t good enough. There were no failed tests, scholarships, or fights with biology questions. It was just the two of us on a wavelength that felt more electric than anything I had ever experienced.

“You don’t look at me like I’m failing,” I murmured.

“Because you aren’t.”

My chest tightened. I hadn’t realized how much I needed to hear that until she said the words out loud.

My hands moved lower down her body. I wasn’t trying to consume her. I was trying to prove something to myself. I wanted to see if I could let go without collapsing completely.

She instantly reacted to my touch, inhaling sharply as her fingers tangled in my shirt. And the power of that… The fact that I could make her feel something instead of constantly disappointing everyone else. That hit me harder than any other realization ever could. I swallowed hard.

This wasn’t about distraction; it was a different type of control. The kind where the outcome rested in my hands alone. It wasn’t about taking, but about giving, and the reward was unlike any other.

I slowly lowered myself in front of her, keeping eye contact the entire time. I wanted her to see me, to know that I was choosing this over everything else. Her breath stuttered when my hands stopped on her thighs.

“Ethan,” she said softly.

There was no mockery in her voice. No teasing. Just heat and a kind of trust that nearly shattered me. Everywhere else, trust felt like something I might drop, but right here between us, it felt like something I could carefully hold on to.

“How do you have so much control over me?” I asked as I trailed soft kisses over her thighs.

Her head fell back and her breathing became shallow. The sight went straight to my cock and made it throb.

“I want you to hand it over,” I mumbled, opening her legs wider.

She nodded slightly as her head rolled against the locker, but that wasn’t enough. I wanted, no, I needed to hear the words.

“Say it,” I growled, pulling her panties aside.

“I want you to take control of me,” she pleaded.

If I thought I had come undone before, I had no idea what it felt like. Those four words did something to me I couldn’t explain. I felt all-powerful, but at the same time, I crumbled under her plea.

My head dipped low, and I took my sweet time to drag my tongue over her pussy. She shivered when I reached her clit, so I decided that she deserved some delicious torture. I flicked my tongue over her little bud until she was trembling beneath my grasp. Her fingers were tangled in my hair and little pants pushed past her parted lips each time my tongue moved.

It was the most exciting thing I had experienced since I changed schools. More thrilling than our best game yet and more frightening than the first day I stepped onto that field. I instantly knew that I wanted so much more. I wanted to taste her release on my tongue, to feel her muscles spasm around my fingers, and to hear her moan as I shoved my swollen cock into her.

“Ethan,” she breathed before biting her lower lip.

“What is it you want?” I asked, refusing to leave my trance.

“More,” she groaned.

I dipped my tongue between her folds, and that was all I needed to send her over the edge. Her legs went weak, but her grip on my head tightened. I wasn’t ready to end just yet, so I kept licking until her delicious honey ran down my lips. It was the strongest release I had ever felt, and she was just as delectable.

“I can’t,” she said, gently tapping my shoulder.

“I’m not done with you yet."