Offside: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (51 page)

“You might have to take them off.”

“You might have to take them off for me.”

“Alright.”

She has cute little buttons at the front of her dress that I open to reveal her belly. Her belly button is a cute little pinch of skin in a squashed O that looks like the knot at the top of a balloon and I can’t resist covering it in light little kisses that make her squirm as my stubble tickles her.

“If I make you come we have to do the same again tonight.”

“Alright.”

This was always going to happen. Once we began, I knew we wouldn’t be able to keep our hands off each other. What I didn’t realize was how much I’d enjoy it. Tilly runs her fingers through my hair, pulling me into her, pushing me away when she can’t take it any more or simply needs a break to let her flesh cool, or her skin adjust to the sensation.

Her dress lays open at her sides like a gown, while her bra and panties lie in bunched up balls of fabric by my feet and Tilly displays herself to me, shivering a little, not because of the cold, giggling and moaning in equal measure as I touch her. She looks beautiful, fragile even, but strong too, wilful, compliant, collegial.

I tease her with kisses in sensitive places, gentle but insistent movements of my tongue and fingers, lustful squeezes and playful nibbles all over her body.

Even though she doesn’t want to show me, or at the very least let me see it, I know that she’s enjoying every single piece of erotic or sensual attention I’m giving her. I know she can’t get enough of me, and even though it’s not my intention either, in doing what I’m doing, I’m showing her just how much she already means to me. This isn’t just another fuck in a career of plenty, this is much more than that. Just lying there and letting me turn her on is turning me on just as much. Eventually she gives up trying to hold herself back, breathes heavily and lets out a series of lustful moans, while she arches her back and pushes her tender pussy into my mouth.

If I could pull myself away for a moment, I would chastise her for her inability to resist demonstrating the effect I’m having on her, but I can’t, so I don’t. Tilly rubs her clit against my tongue and lower lip, before deciding that the position isn’t quite correct for what she wants to do, pushes me away and gets up onto all fours, her legs spread and her back arched up to push her ass up into the air. It’s an incredibly inviting position, and I’m so hard already I could easily force my way inside her and push us both to a magnificent climax, but Tilly has other ideas.

“Lick me.”

“I thought you were the shy and retiring type, Tilly.”

“Landon, lie down underneath me and lick me.”

The width of the car makes it difficult to get into the position she wants me in, which is essentially below her and slightly behind, so she can force herself against my mouth and rub her clit both against my tongue and my lip.

“You know if you come-.”

“I know.”

It doesn’t take her long, and it almost makes me come too. I haven't even got my dick out of my pants and Tilly’s holding onto the front seat as though it might fly off if she didn’t, her whole body tense and red and sweaty, moaning and screaming so loudly Rachel and Marvin could probably hear her if they opened the windows. I’ve barely started and Tilly’s already coming so hard her pussy’s convulsing so powefully on my tongue it feels like it might rip the thing out of my mouth and swallow it up entirely.

Honestly, her orgasm is so forceful, I’m surprised she doesn’t break something. The window, her pelvis, my chin.

I hold onto her tightly, until she struggles away from me, a shivering convulsing orgasmic mess unable to speak, barely able to breath, to sit hugging herself against the soft fabric upholstery of the seat, her dress pulled tightly around her, perhaps to stop her body from turning itself inside out.

I can still taste her on my lips, which are pins and needles numb from the battering she’s just given them.

“I’d probably better not do that again, Tilly, I don’t think you enjoyed that very much.”

“Clothes. Off. Now.”

Tilly’s barely comprehensive response is uttered out between large gulping breaths of air.

I don’t need to be told twice. My shoes are already off, which means all I need to do is remove my T-shirt and step out of my pants and boxer shorts. I’m back sat down again, naked this time, in less than half a minute. Tilly still hasn’t fully recovered, but it doesn’t stop her folding herself into me, her dress thrown to the floor on the way, to fully appreciate what I can offer her.

“That must have been a record.”

“It’s a promising start.”

“I thought I’d lost you completely.”

“I told you not to set the bar so high.”

“Something to work on then?”

“Definitely room for improvement.”

“I have to resit the exam?”

“I can’t pass you until you get it right.”

“Is there a limit to how often I can take it?”

“That depends on the availability of the examiner.”

“I’ll be sure to check and book myself in.”

“You do that.”

“I might need a couple of goes, of course.”

“You might need even more than that.”

“I’m not use to failing so often.”

“Then we’ll have to make sure you get a lot of practise.”

Tilly has placed herself on her knees in the fold of space between the front and back seats, between my legs with my dick in her hand. She’s neither wanking me or sucking me, she’s kind of just holding me and admiring my length.

“Are you ever not hard?”

“You see what I have to deal with on a daily basis.”

“It must be awful.”

“I’m glad you understand.”

“I hope I’m able to help.”

“It might take a while to master it.”

“I’m willing to put in the effort.”

“Not everyone is able to maintain that level of dedication.”

“Not everyone wants to win.”

“And you do?”

Tilly doesn’t answer me, not with words anyway. She shows me the kind of dedication she’s got by sucking me, licking me, swallowing as much of me as she can and pleasuring me in ways I can’t even remember being pleasured in before. In minutes she has me moaning loudly, caught in two minds about whether I should ask her to stop for fear I’ll come too soon or happy to let her continue what she’s doing because it feels far too good to end.

Luckily, Tilly makes that decision for me. She pulls away from my throbbing cock to come towards me, but not before she’s given me one last long lick the full length of my shaft, a big smile of satisfaction across her face like the cat that got the cream. If she could stand up straight she’d be doing so with her hand on her hip and her leg bent slightly at the knee to sass me.

As it is, she does as best as she can from a kneeling position, her hands spread out across my upper thighs dragging herself upwards towards me.

“Are you ready to pop my back seat cherry?”

“Well, if you ask so nicely.”

Tilly clambers onto the back seat to straddle me, but can’t quite get into position to do it properly while facing me and keeping her head away from the roof of the car. We decide the best, and perhaps only, position that will work with her in control is if she faces the other way, looking out of the water soaked windshield towards the lake hidden behind the steamed up blur of glass in front of us.

Like this, we can fit nicely together, and Tilly can maintain the control she wants, her feet just about reaching the floor enough to give her something to push against. With one hand gripping the edge of the seat to our side, and the other on the base of my cock she lowers herself towards me.

Tilly is as wet and inviting as she was all day yesterday and even though I present a sizeable challenge to her, I’m up and inside her deeply in seconds, as though my capacity is nothing and I was always meant to fit perfectly. Once in place, she grips the seat tightly with both hands, leans forwards slightly and begins to rock her hips, gently at first until she’s happy with the position.

It isn’t long before Tilly is bouncing up and down my cock, lifting herself off me almost completely before allowing herself to slide down again, leaning back into me at times to deliver me as deeply as possible inside her, at others leaned so far forwards she’s almost back inside the front cab, to press me up against her G-spot.

I gather the tight skin around her hips until my fingers turn white and she bats me away, or I pull lightly at her neck, or her nipples, or wrap her hair around my wrist and pull her into me.

“You know if I make you come-.”

It is noisy, heartfelt, passionate and restrictive. I bang my head twice, stub my toe against the metal frame of the driver's seat, nearly topple Tilly completely when trying to change my position, but it is magical too, delightful, genuinely, ball-achingly incredible, hot lustful and urgent.

The whole thing lasts much less time than the fuck we gave each other last night, but it’s also a polar opposite of what we are able do with each other. There we had limitations of noise where today our limitation is only the space that we find ourselves in. I’m noisier than I was the first time round, even noisier than I realize until I catch myself moaning, falling forwards into her back, pressing us both into the corner of the seat and the door.

We have moved from a seated fucking position into more of a traditional doggystyle, me humping Tilly so hard my balls make thwacking echoes against the tight folded skin of her pussy lips. I slap her too, her ass too pretty to resist, too cute not to punish. We weave through a series of different positions and postures, trying out each one rapidly, as though we have only a few seconds to enjoy it before moving onto the next, but we end up here, Tilly’s hands pressed up against the glass to force herself as powerfully as she can onto my thrusting cock, another orgasm ripping through her so intensely it threatens to crumble her into dust in front of me.

We come together, I am absolutely sure of it this time because it’s the combination of Tilly’s lustful moans and her convulsing pussy muscles that send me over the edge and past the point of no return.

She’s looking at me when I go, just enough flexibility in her neck muscles for us to be able to see each other, colluders in carnal desire, Tilly licking her lips wantonly, myself unable to mask the yearning I have for her. It’s ripping all over me, in every bead of sweat, every tensed muscle, every goose pimple and throbbing vein. I want her.

“Admit it.”

I’ve barely been able to get my breath back. I’m still hard inside her, still coming. I grin at her like a hungry wolf.

“I want you”, I say.

“Fuck, Landon. I want you too.”

“I know.”

I push myself just that little bit deeper inside her, just to see her pupils dilate.

“We can, can’t we?”

“We can try.”

“A holiday romance?”

“Just don’t tell Mom and Dad.”

“I mean it.”

“So do I. I don’t want to fuck things up when they’ve started so well.”

“It might be different in the real world.”

Tilly pushes herself back onto my cock, demanding I give her more.

“Only if we make it.”

“What do you want?”

“It’s too early to ask that question.”

“You’re right. It’s just-. It feels so good when you do that.”

“I think you’re changing your mind about me.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Then I’ll just have to keep working at it.”

“Will you?”

“If you let me I will.”

“Then I guess only time will tell.”

“I might finally pass the test.”

“I’ll let you know when you do.”

We fall back together into the seat, still locked together, me still hard, Tilly still sensitive, kissing, nibbling, stroking and pleasuring each other until the rest of the rain runs clear of the windows and the sun reveals the lake beyond like a hidden secret.

The timing is impeccable, the change remarkable. If it wasn’t for puddles by the side of the car, the last of the clouds escaping towards the hills in the distance, it would be impossible to tell it had rained at all.

“Fuck, that’s beautiful.”

“I know, right. The lake isn’t bad either.”

Tilly pushes me away, her mind set on something else now.

I reach to pull up my boxer shorts but Tilly stops me halfway.

“You promised me a swim.”

“A swim?”

“One swim, no clothes.”

“What would your mother say if she knew?”

“Come on, Landon, it’s only a swim. I can’t help it if I’m so sexy I turn you on.”

“You’re beginning to sound a lot like me.”

“Then maybe we ought to spend less time together.”

“Yeah, like that’s going to happen.”

Tilly opens the car door and a rush of warm fresh air swims in while I kick away my pants and boxershorts. Out of nowhere the sun has lit up the sky and cleared the rain clouds away.

“Sunny spells are forecast.”

Tilly grins.

“A bright future ahead.”

“Race you to the lake?”

“I’ll even give you a head start.”

“What are you going to give me when I win?”

“The same thing you give me when you lose.”

“You better buy some more condoms then.”

“If I buy them, that means we’ve got to use them.”

“We’ll work something out.”

“Tilly?”

“Yeah?”

“Promise me something.”

“Go on.”

“Don’t cry when I beat you.”

“Ass-hole.”

In a fit of giggling, Tilly pushes me away enough to struggle free from the car, and is already halfway towards the lake before I manage to get out myself and break into a sprint.

We break the cold water together, the pair of us up to our waists before the cold has a chance to sink into us. It may have turned into a sunny day, but the water is fucking freezing, much colder than it was the last time I was up here. It’s enough to shrink my dick and send my balls up tight to the warmth of my body. Tilly hugs herself against it before I pull her in towards me.

“This isn’t exactly what I’d imagined.”

Tilly can barely stop her teeth from chattering.

“At least it isn’t raining.”