Quarterback Sneak: A Forbidden Sports Romance (Red Zone Rivals)

The hard edge of the pool bit into my back just as Holden’s teeth bit into my flesh.

He tugged at my bottom lip, eliciting a moan I couldn’t control from me before he kissed me silent. His hands held my face, thumbs lining my jaw as his fingers curled around my neck and held me to him.

It hurt. It hurt and yet I wanted more, needed more, and so I pushed back in equal measure.

I slid my hands under his arms, nails digging into his shoulders before I dragged them down the length of his back. He hissed, and then he kneed my legs apart, rolling the hard length of himself against my center.

My heart thundered in my ears, drowning out the sound of my desperate moan at the feeling of how much he wanted me. I didn’t want to tease anymore. I didn’t want to play.

I wanted all of him, inside me, now.

Frantically, I reached between us, dragging my nails down his abdomen as he thrashed beneath the touch. I used one hand to pull the tight band of his briefs away from his skin, and the other hand dived down, wrapping around his hard, thick shaft.

He groaned, and I gasped, both at the feel of him throbbing in my hand and the pain of his teeth sinking into my neck. He bit hard enough to leave a mark, sucking the skin there like he wanted to brand me.

And I let him.

I squeezed where I held him, rolling my hand from his base to the mushroom tip. I slid my hand over that sensitive area before fisting it back down, pushing with my hips behind it.

“Fuck,” Holden hissed, and he broke our kiss, pressing his forehead to mine as he stared down at where I touched him under the water. He flexed into my hand on the second pump, and I saw stars, body humming with the thought of what it would feel like to have him flexing inside me, instead.

Suddenly, Holden clamped his hands down on my wrists, hiking them up and out of the water. His mouth crashed against mine as soon as I released him, and then his thumbs slipped under the band of my thong on either side.

“Lift,” he demanded against my lips, and I barely had time to register what he meant, to put my hands on the hard tile and push as he roughly ripped my panties down. He tore them over my thighs, my knees, shedding them off one ankle and then the other as I lifted my hips above the water.

As soon as my thong was gone, his hands found my waist, and he helped me the rest of the way up, sitting me on the edge of the pool. He slid those hands along my inner thighs and pressed, opening me.

And there I was, splayed wide, the cool air washing over my scorching skin. Holden took his time, his gaze raking over every inch of where I was spread, like he was studying my pussy as if it were a playbook, instead. He tentatively ran his hands from my knees up my inner thighs again, pressing even more, stepping even closer.

I couldn’t do anything other than rest my weight on my hands and hold myself upright to watch him, and every breath was harder than the last as he inched closer and closer.

His jaw ticked as he slid one hand up to hook around my hip, and the other teased the creases of my thighs. I squirmed, twisting my hips to try to get his hand where I really wanted him to touch, and with a smirk, he obliged.

Holden’s fingers dipped between my legs, and he ran his hot palm against my sensitive bundle of nerves before sliding a finger along where I was wet and aching. He toyed with my entrance, just the tip of his finger pressing in before he slicked back up and I mewled at the loss.

“You feel so fucking good,” he breathed, chest heaving. His eyes darted up to mine. “Let’s see how you taste.”

Something between a gasp and a moan ripped from my throat as his hands hooked at the top of my thighs, yanking me to the edge of the pool until my ass hung off it. He gave me a wicked grin before burying his face between my legs, and I felt the first lash of his tongue like a bolt of lightning straight to my core.

“Oh, fuuu—”

I held onto the tile as best I could, fingertips steepling a grip as stars invaded my vision. I leaned to one side, balancing my weight so I could use my free hand to rake through Holden’s hair and shove it out of the way.

I wanted to see where he licked me, where he sucked me, to watch his dark green eyes as he swirled his tongue around my clit.

Pleasure sparked from the touch, and I relapsed back, arching my spine and letting my head fall lax so I could soak up every ounce of that feeling. My heart raced so fast I thought I’d pass out, blood boiling under my skin with my climax building more and more with each lick.

It was sinful, how expertly his tongue lashed against my clit before he’d run it flat and hot over the length of me. And just when I thought I’d combust, he focused on that bud of me, pinning me with one hand as the other slid under his chin.

Two fingers stretched me open as I muffled a cry.

“Fuck, yes,” I breathed, looking back down at him with hooded eyes. He kept his gaze on me as he worked, circling his tongue and curling those fingers inside me. He pumped them in, once, twice, and then held them there, wiggling them at the top like he was coaxing my orgasm from the very depth of my being.

My legs quaked on either side of him, the reflex too strong to overpower. And just as my climax began to roil through me, just as the fire began to catch…

The door opened.

“Shit,” Holden murmured, and in a feat of speed I didn’t know existed, he yanked me down into the water.

I almost cried at the loss of my release, but Holden held a fingertip to his lips to shush me, his eyes watching the older gentleman who’d just walked in. The man looked to be in his fifties, with salt and pepper hair and a black, furry chest. The man hummed to himself as he strode over to a chair and slung his towel over the edge of it. It was then that I saw the earbuds in his ears, and Holden released a breath.

Slowly, he dipped under the water. I wasn’t sure what for until he emerged and pressed my thong into my hands under the surface.

Wordlessly, I slipped them back on, all while Holden watched our new visitor. My pulse rang in my ears.

When the man stepped onto the first stair leading into the water, he finally looked up, and he seemed surprised to find us there. He lifted a hand in a friendly greeting, smiling like he was proud of us for being in the 5 AM club, and Holden nodded back.

We waited until he dove in and began to swim, and then Holden hoisted me up before lifting himself. He grabbed my hand, tugging me to my feet.

And then we were running as we tried not to laugh.

I scooped my towel and oversized t-shirt off one chair as he grabbed his shirt and towel off another, and then with our wet feet padding along the tile, we ran toward the hallway that led to the hotel lobby.

But Holden slid to a stop at the sight of a couple of his teammates talking to the person at the front desk.

“Why the hell are so many people awake?” I hissed on a laugh.

Holden cursed, but he seemed to love the sight of me smiling, because he leaned toward me like he wanted to kiss me so bad he couldn’t resist. Somehow, he did, tugging me the opposite way before his teammates saw us. He ran straight for the door that led outside, the first bit of dawn turning the sky a dark purple as we slung out into the cold.

“Holy shit, it’s freezing!” I gasped, but I laughed even as the icy ground bit into my bare feet. Holden still held onto my hand as he looked around frantically, and then he scooped me into his arms.

My laughter was incontrollable now as he juggled me and all our belongings in his arms, running around the back side of the hotel as quietly as he could.

“Would you be quiet,” he warned, straining his own laughter.

I tried and failed as he used his key to open the back door near the elevators, and then he scanned left, right, before shoving through a door marked staff only.

It was dark inside, and he dropped me to my feet before flicking on a light.

Housekeeping supply.

Both of us were breathing hard, and Holden watched me for one second before we burst into another fit of laughter.

The next second, he had me pinned against the door.

He kissed me, silencing my laugh and instantly lighting that flickering flame inside me. My orgasm that had been so close to catching fired up at the touch, so ready to combust I thought it might happen from the kiss alone.

“We should stop,” I breathed against his mouth.

“We should,” he breathed back, but he was already sliding my thong down my thighs, hands reaching for my sports bra next. He peeled it off me, the wet fabric landing on the ground with a thwack.

“Someone could walk in.”

“Any second,” he agreed, but he shoved his own briefs down, then, and I gaped at his hard length that sprang forward.

God, he had a beautiful cock.

It angled up toward his abs, and he was so well equipped that the tip of him touched his belly button. I licked my lips, reaching out.

We both moaned when I wrapped my hands around him, my eyes fluttering shut with him throbbing in my palms.

I didn’t want to play anymore.

I turned, arching my ass and fitting him to my entrance. I slipped his crown into my wetness, biting my lip and feeling high at the thought of him filling me.

But it was like that was finally the zing of warning that brought Holden back to reality.

He stopped me, cursing and flipping me around to face him again as he tried to steady his breathing. His hands found my face, sliding up until they tangled in my hair. He pulled out my hair tie, rubbing my scalp with his fingertip as I sighed at the sensation.

“We can’t…” He croaked, pressing his forehead to mine as his hands framed my head against the door. He muffled a curse. “I don’t… I don’t have a condom.”

Why did hearing him say the word condom make every nerve ending in my body tingle?

I resisted the urge to pout. “You don’t?”

He chuckled a bit. “Well, I wasn’t exactly expecting this.”

I bit my lip, trying to think, trying to find any way to not lose this fire that had been aching to burn for so long.

“I’m clean,” I told him, still stroking him slowly with my hands. “And on birth control.”

He shook his head, jaw tight with restraint.

“Don’t stop now,” I begged him, and I bit his chin before kissing him hard. “You know you want me, Holden. You want me so bad you can’t fucking sleep.”

I squeezed the tip of him, hiking my thigh up and tilting my pelvis forward to meet him with my own need.

“So, take me,” I dared. “Take me like this is the only time you ever could.”

I was answered with a growl of surrender, one I felt vibrating through me as I was lifted off the ground. There was no time for worship, no time for Holden to palm my breasts or cover my nipples with his warm, wet tongue. No time for me to take him into my mouth and savor the taste of him.

No time for anything but the primal need we both felt flowing through our veins.

Holden pinned me hard against the door, like we would be the lock that kept anyone from interrupting. One hand wrapped around my lower back as the other slipped between us, and he pressed his crown to my entrance before his hands found my hips again.

He flexed, just enough for one inch of his cock to press inside me, and I shuttered with a moan I couldn’t contain.

Holden clamped a hand over my mouth, muffling my next moan as he slid out just enough to coat himself and thrust back in. This time, he buried himself, and I bit down on his finger to keep from crying out and waking every person in that hotel.

“Fucking Christ, Julep.” Holden shook as he withdrew and flexed inside again, savoring every inch, his cock stretching me open for him. He removed his hand from my mouth and kissed me hard, instead — his tongue swirling with mine just as it had between my legs in the pool.

I gasped at the reminder, the memory fresh in my mind as he flexed into me again and again, a little faster now, harder. I hung onto him, nails ripping into his flesh as I bounced between the door and his cock. I rode him wildly, needing more, desperate for the release I’d been deprived of in the pool.

Holden pressed harder into me, holding me as steady as he could with my wild bouncing as one hand slipped between us. My face was red hot with the restraint of holding in my cries of pleasure as he rubbed his palm against me, working my clit in time with his pulses until I erupted.

My orgasm swept in like a tsunami, twice as powerful now that it had to build yet again. This time, though, it crested, swallowing me up in a rip tide that was impossible to escape. I rode it to the very end, kissing Holden hard enough to keep me from moaning too loud. I writhed against him, hips rolling, his cock so deep inside me I could feel every centimeter stretching me.

I was floating, in another universe, consumed by untouchable pleasure.

“Oh, fuck,” Holden uttered against my lips, and I knew by how frantically he thrust now that he was close, too. But he somehow managed to slow, to let me milk the last of my orgasm before he all but stopped moving.

I held onto him, panting. “Don’t stop.”

“You said you don’t get on your knees for anyone,” he teased, sliding the tip of his nose up the bridge of mine before kissing me hard. His thrusts slowed just as much, and I felt every centimeter of him searing into me as he said, “I want you on your knees for me.”

I refused to admit how hot that made me, the way his eyes sparked with the challenge even as the degradation of what he was asking sank its teeth into my soul.

“Drop me,” I said.

He did, releasing his grip on me and withdrawing his cock. I shuttered once again at the loss, falling to my knees immediately.

But when I went to grab for him, he pulled back.

I narrowed my gaze up at him, but when I saw him — really saw him — my face went lax.

He was so fucking powerfully beautiful standing there, the shadows of his cheeks defined in the overhead light. His jaw clenched, and he ran his thumb along my bottom lip, pressing in until I opened my mouth.

“Beg for me.”

He withdrew his thumb as I sucked it on the way out, and against everything rational and feminist in my body, I looked up at him, tongue out, naked and on my knees.

“Please,” I whispered, reaching for him. When he let me wrap my hands around his shaft, I pressed the tip of it against my tongue, pumping him once, twice. “Please, Holden.”

Holden’s grin was salacious, and he fisted my hair in his hands, pulling my head back before he slid all the way inside. His eyes rolled back then, and he released me, letting me take control. I worked him with both hands in sync with my mouth, rolling my tongue over the tip of him and casing my hands in my saliva before twisting and rolling them over his shaft.

“Jesus, Julep,” he breathed, and then his hands splayed the door above me, abs contracting and face twisting.

His eyes closed just before he burst into my mouth.

I closed my lips over him, sucking him dry, savoring the taste of him on my tongue and gliding down my throat. I didn’t stop, not when he moaned my name or slammed a fist against the door, not until he shuttered and groaned and fell limp down to the ground with me.

And then, with his eyes locked on mine, I swallowed.

I fell back then, our eyes still connected in the dimly lit space between us. His back was against a shelf of towels, mine against the door, and we stared at each other, panting, naked and spent.

I felt it at the same time he did, the reality of what we’d just done, of where we were, of the danger we were in even still. My dad was in this hotel. He could be upstairs sleeping still, or he could be in the lobby. He could be exiting the elevators right outside this door.

Panic gripped me as fiercely as my orgasm had.

“I’ll go first,” I said, tearing my eyes away from Holden. I stood, pulling on my thong and bra before I draped my giant t-shirt over me.

“Julep, wait.”

I froze, even though everything in my body told me to run.

Slowly, Holden got to his feet. He took enough time to pull on his wet briefs, wincing as he tucked his still-hard cock into the waistband. Then, he crossed the small room to where I stood, hands framing my arms. He bent until I looked him in the eyes.

I immediately wished I hadn’t.

There was such tenderness there, such longing and relief — like we’d crossed some beaten-down hanging bridge and made it to safety on the other side.

He couldn’t have been further from the truth.

“Let’s talk when we get back,” he said, his eyes still searching mine.

I swallowed, looking down at the ground. “I need to go.”

“Promise me,” he said, hands sliding up my arms to frame my face. He tilted my head until I looked at him. “Promise me we’ll talk.”

I bit my lip, but nodded, and then he pulled me in and kissed me on a deep inhale, and for that moment, I let myself succumb to that beautiful, contagious relief flowing off him.

But the next, I broke away.

And I dipped out of the room quickly, skipping the elevator altogether and jogging up the stairs, instead.

Giana and Riley were sound asleep when I got back to the room, one of them softly snoring as I shut the door behind me as quietly as I could. I tiptoed into the bathroom, changing out of my wet clothes before I slipped into my own bed.

When the alarm went off an hour later, I pretended to wake, yawning and stretching like I’d had the best night’s sleep of my life.