Deep End: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (14 page)

The relay is coming up, a
nd I know we’re going to get a record time. One of the reason
s the
Olympics is interested in me is precisely
because of my ability to pull the team to victory no matter what. But, shit, Dave is injured. I forgot for a moment, and now I realize that Spellman is racing
instead
. Shit, that a
sshole Spellman. He always ruin
s everything, no matter what.

I’m in the locker
room, taking a bit of a breather. It helps me to get away from the crowds and the other swimmers and take solace in the empty locker
room between events.

This is what I’v
e
always done.

I turn on the shower, letting the steam from the hot water pile up around me as I stand here in my
swim briefs
, with my goggles on my
forehead
.

Suddenly, the door
bursts
open.

I catch a
glimpse
of long hair. What’s going
on? Is someone lost?

Shit! It’s Allison. It’s Allison!

She’s running towards me,
with
a look I’ve never seen before in her eyes. It’s like seeing pure animal lust.

She basically attacks me, pushing her body against mine, not seeming to care that I’m completely soaked. I haven’t even dried off.

My cock springs up, an
d I’ve got a huge erection in
about one second flat, threateni
ng to burst my swim briefs
at the sea
ms.

“You were so hot racing,” she says, breathing the words heavily in my ear. She’s breathing heavy too, and her body is rising and
falling
with her breaths.

“Look,” I say. “I’ve decided I’m not mad
at you for not texting me back.”

“I’m the one who was mad at you
. How could you just leave me like that? I mean
,
I’m risking everything, too. If I’m caught sleeping with you, there’s no way I’l
l be able to work for The Journal
next year. I’m supposed to be a professional, already, and professionals don’t sleep with their sources.”

We’re having this conversation in the middle of making out
heavily,
taking short breaks from kissing in order to spill out the words at top speed. Her hands are all over me, and mine are all over her,
grabbing at every curve I c
an find.

“I’m your what…
you’re inside
source? Anyway, if coach catches
me with you, he’s going
to
kick me off the team. He told me you’re completely off limits. I’m on thin ice as it is, stealing the statue, and a shit load of other stuff. There goes my shot at the Olympics, if that happens.”

“So we can’t hook up any mo
re then, that’s that,” says Allison
, with her tongue still half way down my throat.

“Yet here you are in the locker room trying to bang me during a meet,” I say.

“That’s exactly what I want to do,” she says.

“Well, at least we got the heavy stuff out of the way before we go at it,” I say. “I’ve only got
twenty
minutes, and people could come in here any second. It’s the men’s locker room, and everyone shares it.”

She doesn’t say anything, but for a
response
, she pulls down my swim briefs
.

She grabs my cock like no one’s ever grabbed it before.

Before I know what’s happening, she’s down on her knees, with my cock in her mouth.

I gently grab her head, without
trying to dictate her movements, caressing her scalp, and running my hands through her luscious hair.

“Do you have a
condom
?” she says, pulling her mouth away from me for a
minute
, before going back at it.

“You really know what you want,” I say. “I like that.” It’s hard for me to say anything more intelligent or
witty
with the amou
nt of pleasure I’m receiving
. She’s acting so different from the shy, reserved girl the other night, and that dichotomy makes all the difference, it makes the whole thing so much hotter. And the fact that we could be caught at any moment, and lose everything—somehow that only makes it hotter as well.

She gives me a look, like she’s still waiting for an answer.

“I don’t
have one,” I say.

Shit! How could I be so stupid?
I’m going to miss possibly some of the best sex of my life, and I’ve had a lot of hot sex already,
just
because I don’t have a stupid condom.

She pulls my cock out of her mouth, and for a second I think it’s all over, that she
’s going to leave and go back up
to the balcony to watch the rest of the meet. How will I race with a boner like this, sticking straight up? There’s no way I’ll be able to concentrate, and the dra
g alone will slow me
down like
no
t
hing else.

“
Fortunately
I brought one,” she says.

“Thank God!” I say, not realizing how loud I’m talking.

“Quiet
,” she says, putting a finger to her mouth, as she pulls a condom out of her
little journalist bag. “Don’t
ask,” she says, as I give her a
quizzical
look. Why does she have condoms in her bag, after all? Did she bring them just for me? Was she expecting this?
It certainly doesn’t
feel planned. “This isn’t planned,” she says. “But I have to admit I was only thinking of you when I packed these.”

She takes the condom out, and I help her put it on my cock.

I push her gently against the wall, kissing her neck, and cupping her breasts with my hands. She’s facing away from me, and her body is heaving with desire. Her hair runs down her back, and I can’t take my eyes off it. I
don’t
know where to look, whether at her hair, her ass, her
thighs
, or the side of her face. Even the nape of her neck is turning me on like nothing else.

I pull her pants down in one swift motion, so they’re down around her knees.

Her perfect ass plops out. It looks ripe, ready to be taken.

In a
s
econd, the
swollen
tip of my cock is
against
her
outer lips, starting to push it
s way inside. She lets
out a
soft moan, as I slowly enter her.

“Holy shit,” she says, now practically panting.

My
swim briefs are
down around my ankles, and I have to be conscious not to trip over it as I
reposition
my legs slight
ly
, so that I can enter her better.

I’m thrusting inside her, and my mind is going wild. I can barely contain myself. I can barely keep from coming immediately. No woman has ever looked hotter to me.

The shower is still on, and the steam
is coming up all around us, enve
loping our bodies slowly in the
mist.

“You’re
so
hot,” I say. “I love being inside you.”

“I think I love you,” says Allison.

It catches me by
complete
surprise. I remain silent for a moment, but of course, I can’t stop fucking, and I keep thrusting into her, pushing her
further
against the wall.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” she says, giving m
e a certain look, although the intensity level of the look is lowered
significantly
by the soft moan she
gives
as I thrust into her again.

“I…”

“You can’t say it, can you?”

But I have a flash. I suddenly realize it’s true: I do love her. And this is a big deal for me, since I’ve never loved anyone before. But there’
s
something different about her.

“I love you
,
t
o
o,” I say.

“Wow,” she says. “I thought that’d be harder. After all, you have a certain reputation around campus.”

“What can I say?
” I say.

We keep fucking for about a minute, but it doesn’t
last
too long, which is good, considering the risks
we’re
taking with this little inter-meet session.

“I’m coming,” pants
Allison.

Suddenly, she’s moaning a
nd thrashing around, between
me
and the wall,
bucking her hips wildly.

I massage her breast, and kiss her neck as she comes.

“Matt Belver
on deck,” says the loudspeaker, which I can only hear slightly, the sound
significantly
muffled coming
through
the locker room door, and drowned out even more by the sound of the shower.

“Shit,” I say. “I’ve got to go.” But a second later, I realize I can’t go just yet.

And that’
s
because I’m coming. Coming like I never have before. It feels like a flood is being released inside me, a flood meant for one special girl, and that’s
Allison
.

I buck my hips, pushing my cock deep inside her, and I remain still, frozen and unable to move, as it pumps out of me.

“Wow,” says
Allison
, her thrashing
dying
down.

“How was that for you?” I say, already knowing the answer.

“Wow,” she says.

“I’ve got to go,” I say.

“
So fast?”

“I’m supposed to be out ther
e
already. I’m on deck. I’m racing in just a couple minutes, maybe less.”

She sla
ps my ass
as
I pull out of her, and start running towards the loc
ker room door, pulling my swim briefs
up as I do so.

“You’ve gotten a lot saucier since the last time,” I say, turning my head to yell at her.

As I push the door open to the pool, there’s someone there, about to come into the locker room.

I turn
and look behind me, seeing Allison
leaving through the other door, which is at the opposite end of the hallway, and which leads to the rest of the b
uilding, where the
stairway
is to the balcony.

“Who’s that?” says Spellman, peerin
g over my shoulder. He doesn’t
have as good of a build as me, or even Dave, for that matter, but he’s tall.
Tall and gangly, and a real piece of work.

“Why don’t you mind your own Goddamn business, Spellman?” I say.

“Isn’t that the student reporter? What’s she doing in the locker room with you, right before o
u
r relay
race
?” Spellman has an evil glint in his eye that I know all too well. I can’
t count how many times he’s had that same glint in his eye while catching me in the middle of something I shouldn’t be doing. And every time, without fail, he tells coach on me.

“What the hell
a
re you doing here anyway, Spellman?”

“I’m on y
our relay team, Matt, and you
weren’t
anywhere in sight, so they sent me to look for you.”

“I guess they always send the least important member of the team. And why can’t you call me Anchor, like everyone else?”

“Because I don’t
believe this little bullshit
hero aura
you’ve
created around yourself,” he says. “I’ve been on to you since our first day on campus.”

“So that’s why you think
you’ve been
following me around, trying to get me in trouble? You’re
jealous
, is that it?”

“I don’t know how I could be
jealous
of a
phony
like you,” he says.

I can feel myself getting angry. The good feeling from the sex with Allison is vanishing rap
idly, an
d
it’s being replaced by anger. All the times Spellman has told on me come flashing back in my memory. Why does this guy have
to
be such a dick? I just
don’t
get it. I’ve never done anything to him, but apparently my mere presence is enough to annoy him so much that he’ll go out of his way to fuck with me.

“Stop fucking with me, an
d let’s go race,” I say. “We’re
going to win this thing, whether you’re on the team or not.”

“Take that back,” says Spellman, standing a little on his toes, trying to make himself look a little taller, and more
threatening
, I guess, but all I see is a gangly uncoordinated swimmer who has barely enough talent to stay on the team.