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Post Game: Warriors 3-0

Whether it’s just our year or we’re anxious to get back to Western, we smother the Michigan offense. They only score in the fourth quarter after we’re up by four scores, one of them a fumble on a sack that Matty picked up and ran in for a touchdown. Ace and company punch it in for another touchdown, and just like that, we’re a quarter of the way through the season undefeated.

The plane ride back feels as if it lasts twice as long as the trip to Michigan.

Hammer and Matty spend the entire trip debating whether Godzilla would beat a T-Rex.

“T-Rex has the tiny arms. There’s no way he can get in there and land a body blow.” Hammer slaps his fist into his palm.

“He hits Godzilla with his head. He always uses the head. The arms are just for balance.” Matty glues his elbows to his side and swings his head around. The rest of the team around them starts to laugh because it’s hilarious seeing Matty pretend to be a short-armed T-Rex. But Hammer? Oh no, Hammer is completely into this argument.

“No way. Look, I can punch you out with one fist to your puny head.” Hammer swings at Matty. The two start wrestling and the D-Line coach comes back before the two can have an all-out fist fight.

I guess this is better than the last argument Matty and Hammer had, which was whether road head was better than the mile high club. I didn’t understand why you couldn’t have both. I want to have Ellie everywhere and anywhere.

I pull up the picture again.

By the time the bus from the airport arrives at Western’s campus, I’m pretty much a walking erection. I try to move as normally as possible but I’m grateful that Coach gives his “Good game, don’t do anything stupid” speech on the bus so I can get out of there as soon as possible.

“Going to hit The Gas Station?” Matty asks.

“No.”

“But—”

“No.” I don’t even look at him. I jog to my SUV, texting Ellie along the way.

Me: Your place or mine?

Ellie: Mine. Riley is gone for the night. She’s at a friend’s.

Me: I’ll be there in ten minutes.

I spent the time this past week researching. I’ve read a hundred blog posts and online articles about women’s sexuality. How it’s hard for them to come just from penetration and that foreplay—lots and lots of foreplay—is the key to success. I know Ellie can come for me. I licked her to one. And I’ll lick and suck and rub her to as many as her body will take.

I make it to her place in five minutes. Sure, I ran two red lights—disobeying Coach’s instructions—but if I ever had an emergency, I’m sure this qualified.

Luckily someone is leaving as I arrive. The girl holds the door for me and I run upstairs to Ellie's third floor apartment. My dick gets abused in my dress pants as I move, but getting to Ellie fast is my only imperative.

“You’re early.” Ellie beckons me inside. She must have sensed I had gotten here, because the door to her apartment opens before I can get my fist against the wood to knock.

“Really? Because it felt like forever.” I eat her up in my eyes. Against my explicit instructions, she’s wearing my jersey and nothing else. Even her feet are bare except for a tiny pink bit of shininess. It’s hard to stand here and not attack her. She backs up as I stalk inside and kick the door shut.

“Is this what you wear to your away games?” She flicks my tie, and I flinch at that small touch.

“Yeah. Coach’s rules. Suit coat and tie for away games. Dress pants and button down for home. Tie’s optional then.” I recite the rules but my attention focuses on one thing and one thing only. Taking the jersey off Ellie.

“You look hot in a suit.”

“You look hot in my jersey. You’d look better with it off.”

I reach down and whip it over her head. I’m staggered by her gorgeousness. Tipping my head back, I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Shit, Ellie, I won’t last.”

“I think that’s the whole point.” She giggles—a girlish, strange sound coming from her. At my look, she sighs. “I'm nervous, like this is my first time.”

Thank Christ.

“It is.” I reach for her, allowing myself to only touch her hair. “It's your first time with me. You aren't ever sleeping with another guy. Okay?”

I say it lightly, but it’s not a joke to me. No way can I imagine Ellie with another guy or me with another girl.

“So, you plan to ruin me for all other men?”

“That’s the plan.” I’m dead serious. I’m also done talking.

I reach for her and we go at each other: mouth, hands, legs. She rips at my shirt, and I feel the buttons give way. It’s fucking hot how she’s attacking me as if she can’t wait for me to be inside her. I help her as much as I can while still holding her against me. Somehow, we get my clothes off and I sweep my hands under her ass until she hooks her legs around my waist. I nearly break a leg sprinting to the bedroom.

“Since I’ve got almost no self-control, baby, we’ll see to you first.”

“Oh, Knox.” She pulls me down on top of her and starts sprinkling kisses on my face. “I missed you and I’m desperately horny. Please don’t make me wait another minute.”

“You are not helping,” I admonish sternly. I take her wandering, magical hands and shackle them under one of mine. There are benefits to being bigger than her. I reach between us and slide my fingers down the front of her pussy. “Does it feel good?”

Because Christ, it feels good to me. I think of Hammer’s grotesque feet. Try to conjure up the smell of old socks and jock sweat. Anything to keep me from spewing onto her sheets. She is so soft. Must not think about how soft she is or how wet my fingers are.

I whimper silently.

“Yes. Yes, it feels so good.”

“Tell me how to make it better.” I’m determined that she has one orgasm before me because I know it will be over for me within about five seconds of getting inside of her. Hell, five seconds might be optimistic.

She dips her hand between her legs and rubs in circles. I watch her, memorizing her touch and then take over. I must do something right because she arches up, thrusting against my hand.

I lick my lips, remembering how it felt to have her on my tongue, and I dive between her legs. “You smell amazing.” I let the scent of her fill my nose, my head, my lungs. I inhale until every intake of air is scented with her musk. She quivers beneath me. Her parts are shiny and slick and the taste of her is everything against my tongue. I want to eat her up before and after every meal. I test my tongue against her body. How she likes the flat part. How she likes it arrowed and hard and lashing against that tiny piece of flesh that begs to get sucked and bit and soothed.

Her hands dig into my scalp and pull hard.

“What is it? Am I doing something wrong?” I jerk up, my lips coated with her.

“Don't stop!” she cries.

Ah gotcha. She’d tugged me closer, not away. I duck down to hide my smug smile. I must have done something right.

“I know that shoving your face between my legs is not cool but, holy hell, Knox, what you’re doing to me…”

She sounds amazed. I love that. She's having her own first. Both of my heads swell bigger.

“No, baby. This is awesome. Fuck my face,” I order her.

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

I don’t need to tell her twice. Her thighs clamps round my ears and she grinds down on my tongue.

“Oh, Knox, your fingers…use your fingers.”

“Where, baby?” I like her telling me how to make her feel good. She’s coaching me to do my best and I’ve never wanted to perform so well my entire life.

“Inside of me.” She pulls on my hair and thrashes her head from side to side. “My clit. Everywhere. I need you everywhere!” The last word comes out a thin, reedy cry.

When I slide my first finger inside of her, I nearly come all over her nice rug.