Offside: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (56 page)

“That’s a big promise.”

“I’m a big girl.”

“What if I’m a hard man to please?”

Tilly tugs at the bow of cord that keeps my jogging bottoms tight around my waist and together we watch the two laces separate. She holds one in each hand, tugs at them lightly, playing with the tension.

“I guess I’ll just have to work twice as hard if you are.”

“You’re doing everything right so far.”

“Then I can’t lose.”

“And neither can I.”

Tilly’s dress comes apart just as easily, the big buttons turning in their catches like coins passing through the gaps between fingers. My T-shirt comes off under her insistence, her dress quick to follow it, my jogging bottoms a stack of fabric at the edge of our blanket. A light, insistent touch spreads me out onto my back and Tilly climbs aboard to straddle me.

“I like you, Landon. Your eyes, your skin, your muscles.”

She spreads her hands out against my chest, drawing her thoughts into my flesh with the tip of her finger.

“You only want me for my body.”

Tilly smiles. I tug at the edges of her panties and she bats my hands away.

“What can I say? You’ve caught me.”

I pull her down into me, and then flip her so she’s now on her back against the rug. Trapped, pressed into the ground with the weight of my body on top of her, she’s going nowhere, even if she wanted to.

“That was unexpected.”

“I thought you wanted to see the tree tops.”

“I do when you make me scream.”

“That shouldn’t take long.”

I press kisses into the nape of her neck just to hear her giggles turn to moans.

“If you tell me what else you’ve got, I might be able to add to that list.”

“Where can I start? Charm, intelligence, charisma.”

Tilly presses her head against mine. Her words come out peppered with hot desire.

“Overrated.”

Off comes her bra, my boxer shorts, her panties. I lick around her already swollen nipples, the meat of her areola like expensive treats, melting in the warmth of my mouth. Her back curves, arching up at the sensation, her legs out to wrap around my waist.

“Like condoms?”

“Go on.”

“I’m good with people, women, especially.”

I’m at the edge of her entrance, Tilly’s hand wrapped around me, guiding me ever closer towards her.

“I don’t like plurals.”

“Do you like happy endings?”

I’m circling her, dangerous close to entering as Tilly passes me from her opening to her clitoris and back again when the sensation is too much to bear.

“If they follow happy stories I do.”

“I thought yesterday was a one off.”

“That was yesterday.”

“You realize, if we continue like this, you’ll have to go on the pill.”

“I only go on the pill if I’m in a committed and loving relationship.”

I’m an inch inside her, maybe more, and Tilly’s just holding me there, feeding me into her at a glacial pace, every single muscle inside her gripping me and begging me to push, which I’m refusing to do, at least until she vocalizes her need. Unprotected sex with Tilly is like winning the superbowl and getting MVP in the very same year. This is insane. Out here in the middle of nowhere and Tilly’s feeding me gently inside her without even suggesting I ought to put a rubber on. I know I should stop her, but should is easy to say when you’re not in this position already, that hand tight around your throbbing shaft, those eyes wide and sexy, those lips full and plump, those nipples like football studs pointing directly at me. I’ll pull out just before I come, I’ll make sure of that.

“I’ll have to check my schedule.”

“What makes you think I’m asking you?”

Her legs link around the back of me. If I wanted to pull out already and stop this before we’ve already begun, the moment has gone. Tilly moans as she lets me ease my way inside her.

“I guess I’d call it a hunch.”

Now my words are peppered with attempts to control my breathing.

“That’s quite an assumption.”

Nothing in this world has ever felt as good. As Tilly opens herself up to me, her arms as well as her legs now wrapped around my body and pulling me towards her, I let the weight take me and slide fully inside her.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t believe it.”

Deep inside her now, I feel her entire being surround me.

“What else do you believe?”

“That you want the same as I do.”

“A committed and loving relationship?”

“Sex without condoms.”

I push deep again, effortless in my penetration, a perfect fit inside her.

“Come inside me.”

“I can’t.”

“That wasn’t a question.”

“Then you’ll have to wait a little longer for the answer.”

Tilly digs her nails into my back, not too hard to penetrate the skin, but hard enough to tell me I’m hers and no-one else’s. She doesn’t need to tell me, but I like that she has done.

“You go home tomorrow.”

“So do you.”

Tilly arches her back in an attempt to push away from me, her arms now flat against the rug just to grab hold of anything real.

“Fuck, Landon. That feels so good.”

It does feel good. In fact, it actually feels incredible. I don’t fuck outside as much as I’d like, and even though the chance that we are going to get caught is extremely slim, it still turns me on that we might. Not only that, out here I feel totally free. It’s warm enough that we can lie here naked without getting cold, and not too hot that it feels exhausting to do so. The dappled sun on my back is just enough to please me, the sound of Tilly’s moans alone making my skin pulse with electric shivers.

“Kiss me.”

I kiss her. I kiss her neck, her chest, her throat. I kiss the tip of her nose and suck the saliva off her tongue. I kiss around her nipples and then pull out momentarily so I can kiss from her belly button down to her core.

When I go to push back inside her, I do so from a completely different position, this time with Tilly back on top of me.

“I thought you wanted to see the tree tops swaying.”

Tilly leans back and spreads her hands out behind her, her head tilted back far enough to look directly up.

“If I can’t see from here, you’ll just have to make me scream again.”

“Deal.”

I have my legs folded beneath Tilly, my length up inside her, her legs out behind me. Like this, I feel her weight pushing down onto me, gathering me up inside her as deep as I can possibly go.

“I like you, Tilly. Your eyes, your smile, your sense of adventure.”

Tilly has to laugh at that and it breaks her stride momentarily.

“I thought you didn’t like taking unnecessary risks.”

I lay my hands flat out behind myself and look up to the trees swaying majestically in the breeze above us.

“Sometimes they are impossible to avoid.”

Tilly lifts her ass up and down on my cock at such an angle I can see myself spreading her pussy wide. My cock looks magnificent inside her, bare skin on bare skin, tight but full, both of us throbbing, our breathing pushing us towards a risky conclusion.

“You know only one in a thousand right?”

This is a dangerous conversation.

“Statistics are for normal people.”

“Star athletes and underwear models need not apply.”

“How many times are we going to fuck?”

“How many times is it going to take?”

“You’ve already got me, Tilly.”

Any faster and I won’t be able to control this. If she stops at all, I may realize I’ve already gone past the point of no return. She doesn’t realize how dangerous the game she’s playing is either. I want to come inside her more than anything else, there isn’t anything better, I just don’t want to deal with the consequences if things don’t turn out right for us. That’s not to say I don’t want what might result of doing it - imagine coach and Rachel’s face if that happened, there would be no way I’d be accused of not being a family man - I just need us to work out our path first, that’s all. Tilly’s gone from not wanting to be in the same room as me, to wanting me to fill her full of my cum. I need more time to know if she blows hot and cold all the time, or now that she’s finally come around to letting herself get involved with me, it’s going to be as hot as the sun from now on in, hotter still if I give her what she wants from me.

I’ve always been made out to be a player, but that shit is as far from the truth as you can get. I’m a one woman man if I find the right woman, and this feels so good I don’t want to fuck it up before we’ve even begun. The next few weeks in the real world will tell us both all we need to know. At that point, we can start thinking about all the other stuff that comes with a loving and committed relationship, including the potential consequences of me coming inside her beautiful, tight and muscular pussy.

A baby is not exactly what I need right now, and it’s definitely not what I need to make me want to stay with her. When we’re more than a few days old, maybe we can begin to think about it then, but right now, it just isn’t the right time.

“I like you, Landon.”

Tilly’s smile is infectious. Could she really be the one for me? My own step sister.

“I think I really like you.”

“That’s good.”

“It’s awkward.”

“We don’t get to choose who we fall in love with.”

The words are out before I have a chance to stop them. Tilly beams awkwardly at me, catches herself mid bounce and lowers herself gracefully into my lap. She looks away briefly before looking back, and then wraps her arms around my neck when she sees what I have no chance of hiding any more. I’m falling for her. I’ve fallen, already.

“Make me scream, Landon. I want the bark flying off the trees, the birds squawking and complaining, the sun hiding its eyes.”

“What if I give you everything now and it never gets better than this?”

“I’d still keep trying.”

I lift her in one piece and fold her onto her back so she can raise her legs into the air and I can push myself deep inside her to try and find her G-spot with the tip of my throbbing cock. My goal is to make her come without coming myself, even though I want to and I know she does too.

“That’s what I like about you, Tilly. You’re persistent. You know what you want and you won’t stop until you get it.”

“Is that right?”

“Uhuh.”

“Then I guess you’ve got no chance of escaping me.”

“Even if I had, I wouldn’t want to.”

“Oh.”

“Lie back and look at the sky.”

“And you think I’m demanding.”

“Maybe we are perfect for each other.”

“I guess only time will tell.”

“Luckily time isn’t one of the problems we might be facing.”

“Then you better not come inside me after all, we don’t want another problem to add to our list.”

“You’d look amazing with a baby inside you.”

“Keep talking like that and you’ll make me come.”

“Just don’t do it so strongly it makes me come too.”

“You’ve already promised to make me scream.”

“What would our parents say if we told them you were pregnant?”

“I guess we won’t know until it actually happens.”

“And you thought I was the confident one.”

“I told you already, I’m a simple girl.”

“Meek.”

“Quiet.”

“Unassuming.”

“Fuck.”

“Language, Tilly.”

I can feel it, perhaps even sense it, before Tilly vocalizes her feelings, and then expresses them all physically in over exaggerated body jerks, uncontrollable breathing, even the way she tries to grab at my skin in tight clustered twitches of her throbbing hands.

I’m above her, like I was when we began, like the very first time I penetrated her, my arms to the side to balance myself, my muscles taught from my neck to my ankles, my ass clenched tight, my cock thrust deep inside her, while Tilly has her legs wrapped around my back, her ankles interlocked, her arms at turns around my neck, at my hips, on the grass beside us gathering up handfuls of stalks and leaves.

I hear the crack of wings against the air, branches lilting hard in their wake, and the swoosh of a swelling breeze against the barks and moans thrown towards them from the girl collapsing into ecstasy beneath me. Of all the times we’ve fucked, this is clearly the most intense.

Tilly moans, screams, lets herself go, perhaps encouraged as much by the silence that needs filling around us as the isolation we find ourselves in. Maybe it’s just the sheer intensity of the orgasm that she finds repeating around her body, the fact that she knows now for sure that we both want this to continue when we return, the comfort of that knowledge, the excitement it brings, or fuck, I don’t know, maybe it’s just because Tilly can’t get enough of me.

She’s still writhing on my cock, twisting from side to side as though caught in a hallucinatory dream or under the spell of some kind of fit, belied by the beam of happiness spread out across her face, when I realize that as much as I’ve tried to avoid it, as much as I’ve promised myself I’d pull out, as much as we both know how stupid this is, I haven’t been able to disengage myself from her in time.

She knows it too, we both do, and as my orgasm fizzes out across my shoulders and down my spine in a T of explosive electric sensations, it’s towards her I find myself being pulled, not away.

With Tilly flat on her back, myself flat out on top of her, I come with so much intensity, so much purpose, and desire, and need, I give so much of myself, I nearly black out entirely from the effort.

I can’t catch my breath. I can’t even think properly about what I’ve just done, and when the words come eventually, distant like the voice of a shaman calling us both back down from an out of body experience, they aren’t even mine.

“Fuck. Fucking hell. That was-. Intense. My body. Fuck. Did you?”

Tilly’s breathing is raspy and barely strong enough to form a cohesive sentence. It’s a long time before either of us move, and when I do eventually, it’s with a blind hope that my body has somehow deceived me when I know already and so clearly, it hasn’t.

“Fuck, Landon, did you?”

We lie alongside each other in the coolness of the afternoon air, our fingers interlocked, the goose pimples on our arms evidence that the temperature may finally be changing.