Deep End: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (21 page)

It feels like I’ve entered a new phase of sexual understanding, the way my hands are moving around her breasts, rubbing her nipples together
simultaneously
, and
pushing
her breasts together as I cup one
in
each hand. In reality, it’s the connection that we have that’s pushing me to new levels of technique.

We both last about twenty
minutes
. This is
longer
than I’ve ever lasted without coming, even
when
edging during masturbation, trying intently
hard
not to come. It’s not that the sex
isn’t
hot. No, it’s the opposite. It’s beyond hot. It’s a new level
of
sex, something I’ve never felt before.
But the urgent desire to simply blow my load isn’t there, and I guess it’s not there for Allison either.

“I’m coming,” she finally says,
beginning to moan and squeal.

She’s going to let everyone in the dorm know that we’re making love, but I don’t
care in the least bit. After all, everyone on the team already knows that I’m hooking up with her.

As I’m coming, I suddenly have a thought: if everyone on the team knows, then surely
Allison’s
’ professor mentor is going to know too, and
isn’t
she supposed
to
be staying away from me?

Shit. But I can’t
worry about it now. I’m coming, like I’ve never come before. The pleasure
isn’t
just in my cock like it normally is, but coming up through my chest. There’s an
intensely
warm feeling around my solar
plexus
, and it feels like it’s radiating not just up,
but
out in
front
of me, connecting with Allison in a way that I can’t with just words.

We lie
here together in her bed, completely
naked, cuddling. I surreptitiously
take the condom off
, tie it up, and throw it in the
trash.

“I’ve never felt
so
close to anyone
before
,” says Allison, barely above a whisper. She’s so close to me she barely need
s
to speak at all for me to hear her.

“You stole the words right out of my
mouth
,” I say.

“Yeah?” she says. The sarcasm and joking are completely gone. There’s nothing left underneath but
beautiful
sincerity.

“You’re
so
beautiful
,” I say. “You know that, don’t you?”

She pushes her hair back around her ear. “Tell me that again,” she says. But it’s not the joking tone she used to use.

“You’re serious, aren’t you? You’re the most
beautiful
woman I’ve ever met, seen, or slept with, let alone fallen in love with.”

“You’ve fallen in love a lot?” I can hear a hint of worry in her voice.

“Just once,” I say.

“Oh?” she says, already sounding hurt. “With who?”

“With you!” I say, moving even closer to her, and
cupping
her breast
with my hand, then running my other hand gently across her silky smooth skin that feels so perfect and beautiful.

“How’d you
learn
to be so swee
t?” she says.

“I couldn’t do
it before. I don’t
know if you noticed, but I’ve alway
s had a little bit of… well, I’
ve always been a bit of a cocky asshole.”

“No!” she says. There’s that
sarcasm
coming back, but it’s gentler this time, and nicer.

“I think you taught me how to open myself up a little,” I say. “You know, there’s always been something more underneath this mask I wear, this emotional
armor
. And you’ve pulled it out of me. Only you could do it. I don’t think anyone else… no one else in the world could do what you’ve done.”

“Oh, Anchor,” she says, cupping the side of my face gently wit
h her hand and leaning in slowly
and kissing me in the lightest but
sweetest
kiss I’ve ever had the pleasure of receiving.

We spend the rest of
the
day in bed together, making love twice more. Although the thi
rd session, I have to admit, is
more of a “let’s get our rocks off,” session. But we both agree that it’s good to have both kinds of sex: making l
ove, and also just plain
fucking
for the fun of it. Al
though I have the feeling we’re
going
to
be doing a lot of pure love making the next few weeks.

“Aren’t you worried about people seeing us together?” I say. “Your mentor is bound to find out. And, I mean, I don’t want to worry you, but now that the whole thing happened with me and the
swim team
, I’m pretty sure that everyone on the team knows about us, and they’re not exactly prone to keeping their mouths shut, no matter what the circumstances.
And, honestly, most of them are pretty pissed at me for not racing, especially the guys on the relay team, so I doubt they have any reason to protect you or me right now. They can be real assholes when they want to.
”

“Don’t worry,” says Allison. Her reaction
surprises
me. She doesn’t
seem
concerned
in the least bit. “
Beaumont
already knows.”

“Who’s
Beaumont
?”

“Professor Beaumont. He’s my… well, I was about to say best friend, but I think you’ve occupied that role on campus now.”

“
You’re
so swee
t,” I say. This new way of beha
ving and talking still surprises
me sometimes. After all, I’m still the tough swim champ, even if I’m not currently racing. I’m still on the team, after all. But it’s amazing what the right woman can do to a man like me.

“He already knows. He’s not as inept as he looks, I guess. I wouldn’t
say he’s OK with it, but at least he’s
still
going to write my
recommendation
and I’l
l still be working for The Journal
next year.
Fingers
crossed, I mean. It’s certainly not a sure thing yet.”

“I really hope you get it,” I say. “It’s what you really want
to
do, right? It’s th
e only thing that matters in the
world to you. It’s just
like
swimming is for me, being on the Olympic team, I mean.”

“Yeah!” she says, growing visibly excited. “No one has ever really understood that, Anchor. I mean,
Beaumont’s
understood in
a
way, but I think he’s too jaded at this point to really understand the enthusiasm of a student. But I guess that happens to reporters after a while. It’s a tough job and all…” She’s talking a
mile a minute, completely
excited that I’ve understood
something so important about her
. But she
catches
herself mid sentence and
pauses
. “Oh, Anchor, I’m so sorry about what’s happened to you with the team. I know how much the Olympics means to you. You do think you
still
have a chance, don’t you? I think you do. Maybe they’ll just
look at it
as a minor indiscretion
or a particular problem with one coach. Doesn’t that kind of stuff happen all the time with
athletes
, ev
e
n a the highest levels?”

“I don’t know what’s going
to
happen,” I say. “I can only hope. I’m going to talk to coach soon. Maybe he’ll end up seeing the situation from my point of view and all. I mean, can’t he understand how I couldn’t
leave a
hot piece
of ass waiting for me in the locker room without a good fucking!”

“Anchor!” she says in an admonishing tone, giving me a playful little hit with her fist on my side. I can tell she likes me talking about her like this, though.

“Don’t you think he should see it from
my side? I’m not such a bad guy
after all. At least
some
people would say that.”

“
You’re
a great guy, Anchor,” she says. “The best guy I’ve ever met.”

“Even better than Professor
Beaumont
?”

She laughs. “Of course,” she says. “But, listen, Anchor. I understand what you’re saying about having the coach see the
whole
thing from your point of view. And it makes sense in a way. But… have you ever
thought
about simply
apologizing
to him and
basically begging for
forgiveness
. He sure is a grumpy tough bastard, but I can’t see him turning something like that down.”

“Come on,” I say. “That’s not going to work. Besides, I have my reputation to think of. I’ve never
apologized
to the coach or any professor. That’s part of my thing, you know? I do my own thing, and if other people don’t
like it, then they can go to hell.”

“Including me?” she says, her voice sounding halfway between playful and serious.

“
You’re
the one
exception
,” I say, in a serious voice, looking her right in her
beautiful
eyes.

“Well,” s
he says. “Think about what I said
. Maybe you’ll change your mind. Since I’m a
reporter
, I’m not bad at reading people, and I think I have a pretty good read on the coach. I’m pretty sure it would work.”

“You didn’t
have
a good read on me when we met, did you?”

“I guess not,” she says. “I didn’t
realize how
stubborn
you were.” She knows I’m joking, and
referring
to how she thought I was just another idiotic jock that she could never be with, but
s
he’s too quick for me, and she’
s
able to make a joke out of anything.

“
I should have known not to get involved with such a
clever
woman,” I say, leaning in and kissing her.

We’re standing up in her room, finally getting dressed to go to the dining hall. We both haven
’t eaten anything since breakfast
, and m
y
meal
was just a bunch of cheap beers that had been sitting on my floor.

But we
embrace
, and fal
l again on the bed, half clothed
, in a tight embrace.

Why is Anchor so
stubborn
? I kno
w he could get back on the team
if he would just admit he’s too full of pride… admit that he made a mistake. How hard would that be?

But as he’s emb
racing
me,
kissing
me, caressing me, making me feel completely wonderful all over, I realize this is one of the things I love about him.
But
,
if only he could ju
st be a little better.
Why can’t
I just tweak him a little, to make him
absolutely
perfect?
Not that he’s not perfect now.
Perfect in bed, at least.

Soon he’s on top of me, with his cock inching its way inside me.

It’s so large that it
hurts
, as it always does when it’s first entering me, but
the pleasure soon
overwhelms
the pain. For a moment, pleasure and pain
exist
together for me, but now the pain begins to fade away as he thrusts into me. I love watching his body move as he fucks me.

“I want
to
be on top,” I say.

“Just give me
a
nother minute like this,” he says, panting.

How many times have we had sex today? I’ve lost
count
al
ready. And I think we both can’t
figure out whether this is going
to
be a super steamy quickie, or a
long lasting love
making
session.

Well, why can’t it be both? Why can’t we try somethin
g a little new?