Stallion: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (10 page)

“Emmy! It wasn’t what you think—“

“Oh,
really?!”
I scream, whirling around to face Ronald, who actually backs up like he’s afraid. He should be. Right now I could tear his arms off his body. “What
was
it, Ronald? Because it looked to me like you were sticking your puny little dick in that slut from your class. Am I wrong?!”

“I just—” he stammers, processing an excuse. How revolting. I can barely even look at him right now. It’s like every misgiving I’ve ever had about our relationship, about the way Ronald treats me, comes rising up within me and I can’t even figure out why I started seeing this boy in the first place.

Boy
. That’s what he is. No man treats the woman he loves like this.

But Ronald doesn’t love me either. I know that now. Ronald only cares about one person – himself.

“It was a one-time thing. I’m sorry. I didn’t know that was going to happen. She came onto me!”

Excuses, excuses. “Yeah, she really looked like she was doing all the work there,” I say sarcastically. Now I don’t feel guilty for holding out on him. I think I always knew there was a reason I kept him at arm’s distance, and now I know I was right.

It’s time to trust my intuition and stop second guessing myself.

“Please, baby,” Ronald pleads with me. A crowd has started to form, and I don’t care. In fact, I’m glad they’re here. It will only make his humiliation even worse. He deserves it. “Don’t do this. Just come inside and we’ll talk.”

“
We
are never talking again, Ronald,” I tell him, stepping right up to his face. “Don’t call me. Don’t text me, and never come by my dorm again or I’ll call campus security. You are a pig!”

And I slap him.

I’ve never slapped anyone before, but I can’t help myself. It’s a good thing I’m not a guy the size of Walker, because there’s a good chance Ronald might end up dead.

Wow, that felt good!
I think to myself as I walk away from him. I hope he’s staring at my ass, because that’s the last time he’s ever going to see it! The ten-minute walk back to my dorm is exactly what I need. I need to cool off. It’s not even the fact that Ronald cheated on me that upsets me. It’s the fact that I was the one thinking I was doing something wrong. I was worried about missing our study sessions and upsetting him by spending too much time with Walker, and here he was behind my back with another girl.

It’s just the utter hypocrisy and douchebaggery that gets my blood boiling.
I wasn’t even that into him,
I realize. I’m not jealous. I’m not hurt. I’m not possessive. I’m just pissed off at how much of a dick he is. And here I was a few days ago thinking Walker was a dick.

At least Walker is honest about his lifestyle. Why would he ever get a girlfriend just to cheat on her when he can have as many girls as he wants whenever he wants? If you’re going to sleep around then at least be honest about it. Ronald just wants a girl that he can have around when and where he wants her, who is going to listen to him and be there while he’s screwing around on her.

I see my dorm and start picturing Abbey’s reaction. She’ll want to kill him too. I already know what she’ll say, but right now being up in my room pouting is not what I need.

What do I need?
The image of Ronald and Cassie fills my mind. Ronald standing out on the quad looking for excuses.

Don’t second guess yourself
, I think.
Trust your intuition
.

I veer away from my dorm and pick up the pace. I can’t play this game any longer. This thing with Ronald is just what I needed to make me realize what it is I really want.

Within five minutes I’m at the football house.

I take the steps two at a time and shove the front door open.

“Ayyye. Emmy right?” Kyle waves at me from the couch. I give him a curt smile and head for the stairs, racing up them like I’m on doing drills at the field. “Walker’s uh…upstairs somewhere.”

I don’t respond. I reach the top of the stairs and turn to Walker’s room. The door is closed, but I shove it open and step into his room. He’s standing shirtless by his closet, a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Emmy!” He looks surprised. “I was just about to shower—“

“Fuck me,” I tell him. He just looks at me.
Come on! This is what you want,
I say with my eyes. “Take me, Walker.
Now!
”

“Are you…sure—?” He asks, looking legitimately shocked.

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”

A second passes, but it’s the longest moment of my life. Then, like a whistle was just blown, Walker advances on me.

Game time
.

My entire body shakes as both of his hands grip my waist. A shiver rocks me to my core, and I can’t help but look at the floor. But he’s having none of that, and before I know it he’s lifting my chin to his and I’m looking into his beautiful eyes. I’m entranced. My mouth starts to water as his lips approach mine.

When we kiss, the tension of the last few days dissolves and leaves just us, standing in front of each other, embracing.

His lips are soft and wet and I feel his tongue slip into my mouth. He kisses hungrily and I kiss back, his strong chest warm against my body. He’s dripping with sweat. He must have just come back from practice. This might turn some girls off, but I love it. It’s primal. He’s like an animal, and I can smell him. His scent is overwhelming, and with his strong, taught arms wrapped around me, I feel tiny beneath him.

Take me.

Almost like he can hear me, Walker snatches my shirt over my head. I barely have time to realize it’s gone before he’s got my bra off too.
He is a pro
.

His eyes move from my eyes to my chest and I see the lust in his eyes. His hands move from my waist to my breasts and he cups them firmly. The sensation is like a shock through my body, and I automatically arch my back and press closer against him. I feel a flood of warmth between my legs as my body readies for him.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he whispers to me. His words excite me even more.
Gorgeous
. No one’s ever called me gorgeous before. Cute maybe, but never gorgeous.

Before I realize what’s happening, Walker bends forward and sucks my left nipple. I feel like I could explode already. His tongue flicks gently, making circles, and I can’t help but moan. Hearing this, Walker pulls back quickly and slams the door shut.

Like it was nothing, Walker lifts me by the waist and tosses me on the bed. He’s just manhandling me, there’s no other way to describe it. And I’m loving it. My heart is racing, and I actually start to writhe back and forth on the bed, looking up at his flawless body standing over me.

I see the bulge in his towel. He’s ready for me. Here it comes.

Walker reaches down, grabs me by the waist, and spins me easily on the bed so my head is at the edge. With one hand, he flips me over so I’m on my stomach. I look up at him as he drops his towel.

I literally can’t breathe when I see what’s underneath.

It’s not like I haven’t seen it before, but these circumstances are a little different. This isn’t the cannonball party, and Walker Junior knows it.

His cock stands at rigid attention, and I can’t even believe how big it is. It almost looks fake, and Walker must be loving my reaction, because I hear him slightly chuckle above me. I look up, eyes wide, to see him looking down at me with an animalistic lust.

“Open,” he says simply. And I obey without a second thought. He moves forward and slides the tip of his cock into my mouth. I have to open as wide as possible to accept his girth. He’s warm, and I taste his precum against my tongue. It’s salty and sweet, and I swallow eagerly, wondering what the real thing tastes like. Walker groans, almost growls, and pushes deeper.

There’s no way that will fit
, I think. Either place.

But Walker keeps pushing. I’d expect nothing less from him. I open wider and feel my eyes begin to water. I look up at him, my vision blurred, and see him looking down at me. He’s pleased. I see it on his face. Seeing him there I can barely believe it.
I have Walker Johnson’s cock in my mouth
.

But before I have a chance to take this in, Walker has his hands on me again. He pulls out of my mouth and grabs my waist, popping the top button and pulling my pants off as easily as he took off my shirt. I spread my legs for him and arch my back off the bed to help him with my panties, but Walker is full of surprises.

With one strong hand, he presses me down on the bed. He kneels in front of me and grabs my thighs and presses his face between my legs. My hands clench the blankets tight as I feel his breath against me. His lips open and he kisses me right on my panties. It’s the ultimate tease.

Take them off!
I want to scream at him. I look down at him, pleading desperately with my eyes, only to find him looking up at me. I can’t see his mouth, but I can tell he’s smiling. He’s enjoying this.

Deliberately, so I can see him do it, he opens his mouth and extends his tongue. I gasp as he presses it against my panties, giving me a hint of what’s in store for me. If I wasn’t already ridiculously wet by now, this would drive me over the edge. His tongue moves to the side and he kisses my inner thigh, first the left and then the right.

“Fuck!” I gasp, my voice barely a whisper.

“Mmmm,” he replies from between my legs. And then he does it.

He pulls my panties aside and I feel his tongue. “Oh, God!” I say, clamping a hand over my mouth to stifle the sounds of my pleasure.

Walker Johnson has talent. I mean, I already knew that, but it seems like it applies to everything he does. His tongue moves with as much skill as he moves on the field as he presses into me, his lips opening and enveloping all of me.

When his tongue moves up and presses against my clit I can’t contain myself. When I cum, it’s like my entire body cums too. That tingling sensation that happens when your foot falls asleep – something similar courses through me, radiating outward from my core, accompanied by waves of pleasure like I’ve never felt before.

“Oh!” is all I can manage to say as my legs begin to twitch. It’s so intense that I almost want him to stop, but I know he wouldn’t even if I asked him to. I’m under his control. This is his game, and he’s the number one star.

I start to come down from the most intense orgasm of my entire life, but Walker doesn’t give me a second to recover. Both his hands grab me under the ass and he lifts me, pulling my panties off and tossing them aside. I’m now completely naked before him.

I should be self-conscious being so exposed in front of such a flawless male body, but I’m not. He’s looking at me like I’m the sexiest woman in the world – like I’m the only woman in the world.

Now Walker isn’t the only one sweating.

As he stands before me, every inch of his body hard and ready, I feel my nerves kick in. If you’d told me a week ago that this would be happening to me, there’s no way I would have believed you. The idea of a girl like me and a guy like him was just ludicrous, but here it was happening.

Am I dreaming?
I wonder, but I don’t have time to continue that thought. Walker leans down and puts both arms on either side of my head. I can feel the warmth of his body looming over me. I can smell him. I can see nothing but his beautiful face looking down at me.

And then I feel him push. The tip of his dick presses against me, spreading me open. I gasp.
He’s huge!

I look down and see he hasn’t even put half the tip in. How am I going to take this?

“Are you ready for this?” He asks me. I try to speak, but I can’t. All I can do is look into his eyes and nod. The slightest smile comes over his face, and he pushes.

With one deep thrust, Walker buries his entire length in me. The feeling takes my breath away. It hurts. It feels like I’m being torn in half . I want to scream, but manage to control myself. The shock hits me
.
I’m doing this
!

As he pulls back and begins to thrust, the pain is overwhelmed by pleasure.
I’m
overwhelmed by pleasure.

Nothing I’ve felt before could prepare me for this. I’d heard girls talk about men that were hung like Walker, but I could never understand until now. He’s filling me entirely. Every bit of me belongs to him. I told him to take me and he is.

He’s so hard
.

I look down and watch him moving in and out of me, and I almost can’t believe it. It shouldn’t even be possible. I must look shocked, because I hear Walker chuckle softly. My eyes look up at his.

“Told you,” he says. “You like that?”

I nod again. It’s all I can do. My body isn’t listening to me right now. My body is his. There’s no way I could take any control in this situation, and I don’t want to. Walker’s technique is flawless, just like his body, just like his game on the field.

I can’t believe how wet I am. My body is reacting to him in ways it never has. The sensations flooding through me are radiating out from between my legs and engulfing me completely. Nothing could have prepared me for this, and now that it’s happening to me, I can’t even react.

“Fuck you feel good,” Walker tells me. I look into his eyes and see that he means it. There’s no false bravado here or fake flattery. He
means it
.

“Yeah?” I manage to stammer.

“So tight,” he says, licking his lips.

“Everyone—must be with you,” I say back. Walker grins and shakes his head.

“Not like this.”
Is he serious?

Walker picks up the pace, and I arch my back off the bed. He’s so deep! If he was any bigger there’s no way I’d be able to take it all. Our bodies slap together as he goes faster and faster. I feel my second orgasm swelling within me, and it’s not long before I’m pushed over the edge.

“I’m cu-cumming!” I say. My whole body shudders as I climax. My legs shake and I feel my pussy clench down on his cock. “Fuck!”

Walker groans and I feel his cock twitch within me. With a growl, he snatches me roughly by the hair and pulls my face to his. In my ear, he whispers, “Mmm, what are you trying to do, make
me
cum?”