Slammed #3 (8 page)

I couldn’t tell if we had been going at it for
minutes or hours, but I felt the tension mounting inside of me, growing more
and more like a steadily tightening knot somewhere below my navel, making me
arch and twist and squirm for better contact. Finally, when I couldn’t possibly
take it any longer, the tension broke all at once, the knot inside of my body
unraveling in an instant. I cried out as wave after wave of pleasure shocked
through me, crackling through every nerve and every vein. Zack didn’t let up—he
kept sucking and licking, sending more and more sensation rocketing through my
body. By the time the spasms of pleasure finally began to abate, I almost
begged him to stop—my whole body oversensitive, shaking, my clit tingling
almost uncomfortably from the overload. But Zack pulled back, giving my labia a
lingering lick before he broke away from my body.

Zack kissed a rapid path up to my lips, lingering to
lavish attention to the tops of my breasts along the way. I was shaking,
trembling as he wrapped his arms around me tightly, kissing me hungrily. I held
onto him tightly, hovering in a haze of orgasmic bliss for a long moment,
unable to think of anything other than how good I felt.

“You do realize you’re not fully naked, don’t you?”
Zack nibbled playfully at my neck, murmuring in my ear. I opened my eyes and
looked down—realizing it for the first time since he had started to go down on
me.

“I had forgotten. It didn’t seem to get in your way
much.”

Zack grinned. He lifted me up off of the bed and
reached around to my back, unhooking the clasp on my bra before he guided the
fabric away from my body. Then he was tugging my skirt down over my hips, along
my legs, tossing it aside and leaving me completely exposed to his hungry gaze.
He trailed his hands all over me slowly,
caressing and
soothing me, cupping my breasts and stroking my arms and legs
.

“Much better,” Zack said, kissing me lightly on the
lips. I touched him everywhere I could reach, kneading his tight shoulders,
running my fingers through his hair, caressing along the line of his spine.

“Have I mentioned how sorry I am that I acted like
such an idiot?” I asked, still smiling dreamily.

“Oh trust me, I know exactly how sorry you are,”
Zack said, kissing me hungrily until I was nearly breathless. He pulled back
and looked down at me with a smile. “I think we can safely call it even now,
don’t you?”

I laughed. “Okay, fine. We’re even.”

I reached down between our bodies and found Zack’s
cock by touch. I wrapped my hand around him and gave him a long, slow stroke;
Zack obediently started to harden immediately, his hips twisting and thrusting
up into my touch. He groaned, burying his face against my neck for a moment as
I stroked him until he was once more fully hard, the tip of his cock beginning
to flow
precum
against my hand. Zack slipped his hand
between my legs and began to caress me, his touch feather-light to start and
then steadily firmer. He worked his fingers up between my labia, rubbing me
slowly and steadily as I pumped him. In a matter of moments we were both
burning up, our sweat running together, our bodies twisting against each other
and our limbs tangling.

Zack moved my hand away and guided his cock up
against me, rubbing up and down along my slick folds until I was panting with
need. He thrust into me slowly, filling me up inch by inch, letting me feel his
thick hardness as it pushed past the initial resistance of my body. I wrapped
my legs around his waist, pushing my hips down to meet his thrust, kissing
wherever my lips could reach. Zack dragged his lips along the line of my
throat, bringing them up to my mouth as he began to rock his hips against mine,
rubbing against me and pushing deeper and deeper into my body.

“Fuck,
Evie
,” Zack
murmured,
his hands moving over my body slowly, “you feel so
good.”

“You, too,” I said, throwing my head back to give
him better access to my neck.

Zack nipped at my sensitive skin, while his hand
trailed upward from my waist to cup my breast. He twisted and rolled my nipple
between his fingers, making me gasp and shiver underneath him. We moved
together in a steady rhythm—I smiled to myself as I realized it was exactly the
same rhythm that was blaring through the speakers outside, the music of the
party going on downstairs. Every shift of our bodies sent more and more
tingling pleasure through me, building up the tension deep down between my
hips. I clung to Zack as if for life itself, writhing underneath him, hot and
cold flashes flickering through me
like
electric fire.

I held myself back as much as I could,
wanting
to prolong the pleasure as long as possible. Zack
picked up the pace of his thrusts, and I matched him, pushing down my hips to
meet his thrusts. Every movement between our bodies brought more friction to
bear against my clit, even as Zack pushed deeper and deeper into me. I gripped
his shoulders tightly, digging my nails into his skin, gasping and panting as
the friction built up until I simply couldn’t control myself anymore. I cried
out, clutching Zack close to me, my whole body tensing and then relaxing in
turns as wave after wave of pleasure shot through me, racking me with the
intensity of the sensations.

I was barely aware of it as Zack’s cock began to
twitch and jerk inside of me, barely aware of the splash of sticky-slick heat
that shot into me in spurts while we continued to move together until we simply
couldn’t keep it up anymore. As the spasms of pleasure began to abate for both
of us, I felt Zack sag against me and I drooped against the mattress, panting
and so full of satisfied pleasure that I couldn’t think.

I stayed there for a long time, my mind drifting,
music and the sounds of a few hundred partiers filtering through the walls as I
caught my breath and tried to convince my pounding heart to slow down. Zack
pulled
himself
up, falling to the bed next to me with
his arms draped around me loosely, lazily touching me everywhere.

“I’m so glad you found me,” Zack said, burying his
face against my neck and kissing me.

“I am, too. This is certainly a lot better than I
expected.”

Zack laughed against my skin, pulling back and
brushing my long hair out of my face before he kissed me hungrily, his hands
coming to life along my curves, teasing me once more.

“Man,
Evie
—I was miserable
without you. I don’t think you even know how much it hit me.”

I shrugged, still smiling. “I saw you play the other
night. But I didn’t think…I just figured you’d move on once I froze you out.” I
leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips. “I was expecting you to have some
girl in here, so I could feel justified.” Zack laughed again, kissing me
hungrily as he started to touch me all over again, cupping my breasts, teasing
my nipples and starting up the flames of desire inside of me again. “Hey—so what
were you doing in here before I came?”

Zack shrugged. “Pretending to study, mostly just
moping.
Considering trying to call you one last time,
actually.”

Zack pulled my body against his and slipped his hand
between my legs. He began to stroke my still-slick folds slowly and gently at
first, and then more firmly. He found my clit by touch and began to stroke me
as I shivered and arched against him, pushing my hips down for better contact.

“You should stay the night,” Zack suggested, rubbing
my clit in tight little circles while my hips bucked, sliding some of his
fingers down to stroke my inner labia.

“Mm—no, Zack.
I am not staying the night here,” I laughed slightly, breathless and moaning,
leaning my head back against his shoulder. “There is—there is no way that I’m
doing the walk of shame away from your frat tomorrow morning.”

Zack kissed my shoulder, nibbling playfully. “Aw,
come on—everyone already knows that I’m madly in love with you. Of course you
stayed the night.”

I rolled my eyes, my breath hitching in my throat as
Zack’s fingers slipped inside of me, rubbing along my inner walls. “I’m not
staying the night,” I insisted, moaning softly as Zack continued to work me,
sending tingling jolts of hot and cold electricity through my nerves.

He didn’t argue the point, but instead kept touching
me, rubbing and stroking me inside and out, pressing against my clit until I
shivered almost uncontrollably against him, hitting orgasm once again before I
slumped against his body.

I slipped out of the frat house a few hours later;
the party had wound down, with only a few revelers still drinking and laughing
and talking, the music long since dead. I knew I’d be totally wrecked for my
classes the next day, but the sweet tingling aftermath of so many orgasms
coursing through my body told me it was totally worth it. I would maybe get a
nap in the afternoon; I had a span of a couple of hours between lunch and my
evening classes. It wouldn’t be that difficult to fit in a rest. My phone
buzzed in my purse and I took it out, looking at the screen; there were two
text messages.
One from Jess and one from Zack.

You
okay?
Jess had asked me. I sent back that I was, and on
my way back to the dorms.

Zack’s was even more satisfying:
Can’t wait to get you alone again,
Evie
. I am counting down the hours.

CHAPTER
SIX

For a day or two, I had no time to get back to Zack;
in spite of the fact that I wanted nothing more than to be with him again, I
still had the presence of mind to put my studies first. I sent Zack a few
texts—teasing him, and getting teased in return—but I couldn’t make any
definite plans until I knew I had all of my work done. I wanted to see him
again, but I wasn’t going to make the mistake of letting my grades tank because
I’d gone sex-crazed with a guy. I was also still nervous about the reaction from
his teammates. Was the one who’d talked to me the only one who was worried
about Zack being distracted, or was it something that the whole team was on
board
with
? And had they noticed that Zack was
apparently more distracted without me?

It was Wednesday morning when I woke up; I was
already thinking of how I would hit Zack up to go to dinner somewhere off
campus, maybe bring him back to my dorm to spend the night. I still had my own
prejudices against this frat house—if he had to stay there for whatever reason,
I would go to him there, but if I could have him to myself in my room, I wanted
that a lot more. I got up and decided to wake up gradually, about an hour or so
earlier than my usual wake-up time.

I was sitting in the common area of the dorm when
Jess came in, eyes wide and face set in shock. I was watching one of the
early-morning shows, drinking a cold coffee in my pajamas, and Jess made a
beeline to me.

“Shit,
Evie
—have you seen
this?” She brandished a newspaper and I furrowed my brow.

“What, did something come out in the school rag?”

Jess shook her head. “This isn’t the campus paper,”
she said, straightening it and showing me the banner.

It was the
Tribune,
distributed throughout the state, though it was mostly local. Jess unfolded the
newspaper. On the front page, a huge headline read,
Up
and Coming QB May Be Suspended for Partying Too Hard
. My gaze
moved down and I saw a picture of Zack, obviously at a party at his frat. He
was wearing a toga and had a beer in each hand, streams of the drinks flowing
into his mouth from both sides. There was a girl in the picture with him,
grinding up against him with a huge grin on her face.

For a long moment I couldn’t do anything but stare
at the picture, shocked at what I was seeing. I finally snatched the paper out
of Jess’ hands and began to read. “
The
quarterback’s partying ways, as a member of the notorious Phi Alpha Kappa
fraternity, recently came to light to the administration as well as the
coaching staff at the university.”
The article went on to describe the
different highlights—or maybe they were lowlights—of the frat’s history on
campus, and opined that it was a foregone conclusion that Zack would be lost to
partying ways once he’d joined as a freshman.
“Of course, the kind of behavior that a second string quarterback is
able to get away with is impossible for a starting quarterback for a school
that will be going on to nationals.”
The article concluded with speculation
as to whether suspending Zack would force the school to forfeit at the finals,
whether or not the first string QB was going to be able to take up his mantle
again, or whether there would be a backup quarterback who could be brought in.
“It is certainly a shame to see a promising
college ball career marred—potentially ended—by the bad choices of a student.”

I shook my head; his coaches would have had to
have known
that Zack was partying. Of course, with pictures
of potentially underage drinking coming out, I could see why they were
worried—and why they might suspend him, even if it cost us the big national
championship. They had to at least look like they were being tough on underage
drinking and too much partying. But my eyes went back to the picture and I felt
my concern for Zack dissolve in a bitter thought. That girl, grinding on him,
grinning like she was absolutely certain that she’d be getting him alone in next
to no time. Zack had told me he couldn’t think about anyone but me—he had
humiliated himself, and me, to demonstrate he had feelings for me. What the
hell was he doing letting some girl grind up on him, practically rubbing his
toga off, if that was the case?