Spin The Bottle: A college romance (Campus Games Book 2)

Aiden

“Ruthers! Keep up the pressure on defense.” Carter turns his head at Coach’s directions and blocks a pass. He grabs the ball, looking around and I turn, trying to get the ball, but I’m being blocked. Ethan crowds me, blocking Carter from throwing me the ball. Carter passes it to Jordan, and in less than a second, he has the ball in his hands, spinning around, trying to find someone who’s open.

“C’mon,” Coach shouts. “Move that ball with purpose.”

I manage to find myself open, calling out his name for him to pass the ball. Jordan glances at me but he shakes his head, looking around. What the hell?

“Jordan. I’m open, man.” He doesn’t even turn around, dribbling the ball away from me.

“Pierce is wide open,” Coach tells him. “Don’t wait to make a pass.”

He looks back, throwing the ball to Andre who doesn’t catch it in time. Ethan snatches the ball, spins on his heels and shoots. We all stare at the basket as the ball sinks, scoring for the opposite team. Fuck.

The whistle blows and the opposition celebrates, patting each other on the back.

“Wright. What the hell happened?” Coach asks Jordan. I blow out a breath, wiping the sweat from my forehead. I don’t know what happened, but I was wide open and he made a bad call. “Don’t wait around next time,” Coach tells him. “You have to keep up the intensity. You can’t let the opposite team get comfortable.”

“Yes, Coach.” Jordan replies, glancing at me.

“Practice is over,” Coach says. “Get out of here.”

“Unlucky, Cap.” Ethan Campbell grins, running back to the lockers.

When I push through the doors to the locker room, Ethan walks out of the showers, towel wrapped around his waist and stops in place when he sees me. “You’re losing your touch, Cap.” He shakes his head. “Are you sure you’re up for the job?”

My jaw clenches when all of my teammate’s eyes are on me. “It was one mistake,” I grit out. “I get I made a bad move when I lost the game, but it’s been over a month.”

He scowls at me, opening his locker and pulling his clothes on.

“It’s just weird, that’s all,” Carter says.

I furrow my brows at him. “What is?”

“That you haven’t made any more mistakes like that one,” he says with a shrug.

Yeah, I got that. Such a silly mistake that cost us the win. I don’t lose. Ever. That one game has doubted their trust in me. It’s fucking working. Whatever the blackmailer wants, it’s working.

I turn, ripping off my shirt and stuff it in my locker. “It slipped.”

He’s silent for a while before he turns to face me. “You coming to hang out with us at Murphy’s tonight?” Carter asks, throwing on a t-shirt.

I place my cap on my head, shutting my locker. “Not tonight. I’m gonna head home.”

He nods when I walk out, slinging my gym bag over my shoulder. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out, grinning when I see the name on the screen.

Leila:

You free?

For you? Always.

I smile when I press send, watching those three little dots dance on the screen for what seems like forever.

Leila:

My place.

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. Leila and I have been secretly hooking up for weeks now. Whenever one of us has the chance, we’re jumping each other’s bones. It’s amazing. Never having to worry about what I’m going to say to the girl once we’re done, or if she’s just going to want free tickets, or ask me to set her up with my teammates, which most of them do.

Leila is not that kind of girl. She’s looking for the exact same thing I am and that’s what makes this situation work so well. Which is why I head home as fast as I can, taking a quick shower before I’m knocking on her door.

She opens it, and her hand wraps around my arm and pulls me inside. “Did anyone see you?” she asks, closing the door behind me.

“No.” She’s on me in an instant, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me down to kiss her. “Umffff.” I groan into her mouth. Holy fuck. I’m never going to get used to how she kisses. It’s fucking erotic, sucking, biting, and licking my lips like I’m a feast she wants to devour. My hands grab her full ass, pushing her into me. A low, throaty groan rumbles in the back of her throat. “Fuck.” I knead her into me. “You’re so needy today.”

She moans again when I kiss her neck. My dick hardens in my pants instantly. I want her so bad. She wraps her arms around me, her mouth back on mine as she moves backwards, stumbling onto the couch.

“Bed,” I mumble into her mouth.

She shakes her head. “There’s no time.”

I laugh into her skin, groaning when she lifts her hips, grazing against my hard dick. “It’s right there.”

She shakes her head again. “I’ve been thinking of this for days.” Holy shit. My dick just got harder if that’s even possible. We haven’t been able to see each other in a couple of days. She’s been gone for a photoshoot, and I’ve either been working late or have practice, and I need her as bad as she needs me. But that being said, she’s tall, I’m tall, a couch isn’t going to be the best bet.

“And I can do so much more for you in a bed.” I punctuate my sentence by pressing myself against her, loving how she drops her head back, her eyes rolling to the back of her head when I do.

“Fuck,” she moans, pressing her hands against my chest.

I pull myself off her, grab her hand and push us through the door. She untangles herself from me, falls onto the bed and shuffles back.

“So pretty, laying there for me,” I murmur, looking down at the beautiful woman spread out on the bed in front of me. “Will you be soaked when I pull your panties off?”

She shakes her head, her tongue drifting out to lick her lips. Her hands pull at the hem of her pants, pulling them off slowly, so fucking slowly until they hang halfway down her hips. “I’m not wearing any,” she says.

My cock twitches in my pants. “Show me,” I tell her, desperate to see her. “Take off your clothes and spread those pretty legs for me.”

Her brows lift. “How about you just fuck me instead?”

I tut, shaking my head as I lean closer to her until I’m towering over her, placing my hands on either side of her hips on the bed. “You do as I say or you don’t get off. What’s it going to be? Do you want to talk back to me again or be a good girl and follow my instructions?”

She lets out a shaky exhale and then her hands drift lower, the material of her pants falling down until her tanned skin is on display, completely bare to me. “That’s it,” I coax her. “Take it all off.”

I help her out, pulling on the leg off her pants until they’re on the ground and she’s laying underneath me naked and so ready. I can smell her arousal, dying to taste her. I flick her top. “This too.”

Her nostrils flare. “Aiden.”

My frown is instant. This isn’t the first or the second time she hasn’t wanted to take her top off. I don’t push her on it, not wanting to ruin the mood. I lean down instead and bury my lips in her neck. “Do you know how bad I want you?” I ask her, my fingers spanning the width of her thigh, her skin so soft underneath my hands.

I drag my fingers through her slick folds, a soft groan coming deep from my throat when I feel how bad she wants me too. I press my thumb against her hard, swollen clit and her hips jump off the bed instantly. Her lips part and a sexy little moan comes from them, making me lose focus for a second.

“I can’t decide if I want to fuck you fast until you’re shaking or so slow you cry out for more.” I brush my lips against hers, my finger pressed against her wet pussy, the sounds in this room so filthy.

She breathes hard. “Fast,” she says, shaking her head. “I want to come so bad.”

“Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours,” I tell her, keeping my thumb on her clit and bring my middle finger to her sopping wet entrance, pushing inside of her in one quick thrust. Her hands grab onto my arms, gasping when I fuck her with my finger. “I’m going to make you feel so good, no matter what I do.”

I push another finger into her, stretching her out, getting her ready to take all of me, and in a matter of minutes, she’s shaking, clamping her legs closed around my hand. She drops her head back, moaning, a gush of wet heat coating my fingers as she comes so beautifully. Flushed cheeks, lips parted as she screams out in ecstasy, her eyes squeezed shut.

When she comes down from the high, I grip her waist and flip her over without any warning, placing a pillow under her hips. “Don’t move,” I tell her, running my hands over her full ass.

I get off the bed, looking at her sweet ass in the air for me and strip off my pants and boxers in one go, throwing them onto the floor.

“Condom,” she reminds me, looking at me from behind her shoulder. “In my nightstand.”

I let out a dark chuckle. “You know damn well those won’t fit me.” She rolls her eyes and turns back around, knowing the condoms she has are way too small. I grab the condom I brought and rip the packet, rolling it on my length, giving it a few strokes before I’m standing at the foot of the bed.

I grip her waist, pulling her until she’s less than an inch away from me. She gasps when she feels me there.

“Spread yourself open for me,” I tell her, running my cock over her wet cunt, letting it get drenched in her juices.

“You’re not the boss of me,” she mutters, looking at me from behind her shoulder.

I break out into a smirk, pressing into her. “Do you not want me to fuck you?” She rolls her eyes in pleasure when I run my cock through her folds, and when I retreat, she grabs her ass cheeks and spreads them until I can see her pretty, pink pussy dripping and ready for me.

My brows lift, a cocky grin on my face when I start to push into her. In a matter of seconds, her head drops to the bed, groaning when I fill her up. “Not got much to say now, do you?” I continue to push deeper into her, my eyes rolling to the back of my head when I feel how tight she is around me. “You’ve got an attitude until you’re stuffed with my cock.” I push a few inches deeper until she moans, dropping her hands.

“Did I tell you to move?” I ask her, squeezing her ass, watching as she swallows me inside of her. “Hands behind your back.”

She groans and I think she’s going to defy me again but she places her hands behind her back, crossing her wrists. I keep one hand holding onto her hip and grab both of her wrists with the other, thrusting all the way in. She lets out a desperate moan when I’m deep inside of her.

Holy fuck. The feeling when I first push all the way in is the best, feeling her contract around me, stretching to accommodate for my size, it’s fucking perfection. I wait until she’s adjusted to me before I pull back a few inches and thrust back in, the skin of my thighs slapping against her ass. The sound is music to my ears.

I watch, entranced at where we’re connected, watching her stretch to take me, bumping her hips back to fuck me. Her hands are still on the small of her back, pinned there by my hands.

“Oh fuck. I’m going to come.”

“God yes,” I breathe out, letting go of her hands. I press into the bed, thrusting inside of her, feeling her squeeze every inch of me. It’s so good. So damn good. “I love hearing you come.” I exhale, pressing my lips to her shoulder, giving her another deep thrust until she’s moaning so loud. Best part of her having her own place is she can be as loud as she wants. I love every noise that comes from her. It drives me insane.

“I’m so close, please, Aiden.”

My dick twitches inside of her. “Oh fuck. Say my name again.”

She drops her head. “Faster. Aiden, please.”

I lift onto my knees, holding onto her hips as I thrust faster and harder, feeling my balls tighten. In a matter of minutes, she’s there, crashing onto the bed and burying her screams into the mattress, and I’m right behind her, my thrusts getting sloppy, faster, harder, mindlessly fucking her until I groan, spilling into the condom inside of her.

I wait until we’re both breathing evenly again, but I don’t pull out of her just yet. I can’t. I just keep thrusting slowly inside her, unable to stop the pleasure from coursing through my body.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I tell her, groaning as I push inside of her, and out, and in again. “I just came and I could go again.”

She rolls underneath me, causing my dick to slip out of her until she turns and faces me, giving me a smile while she licks her lips. So damn pretty.

I fall onto the bed beside her and blow out a breath. Holy shit. I knew we had insane sexual attraction between us, but every time we fuck, I’m astounded at how good it is.

I’ve never really been into cuddling and Leila seems to be on board when she sits up, shuffling to the edge of the bed, looking at me behind her shoulder. “Are you free on Friday?” she asks.

Disappointment builds in my chest when I shake my head, my eyes dipping down to her plump ass before she pulls her pants up. “I have a game.”

She picks up my jeans, frowning when something falls out of the pocket. I watch as she opens up a piece of paper, her eyes widening as she reads it. “34D?” she asks, raising her brows. “Sounds impressive,” she quips, pressing her lips into a flat line. “Did you call her?”

I scratch the back of my neck, noting how she seems off. We haven’t really talked about what we’re doing here. Are we seeing other people… are we not? “That’s been there since my party.” I completely forgot about it, and even now I couldn’t pick the girl out of a line-up.

She nods, throwing my jeans onto the bed. “Get rid of the condom before it spills,” she says.

“Or you could just lick it off me.” Her chest rises, her lips parting a little. I’d love to see that. Her on her knees taking all of me inside her pretty pink lips. When her cheeks flush and she turns around, I can’t help but grin, resting my hands behind my head and stretching my legs out. “Jeez,” I groan when my feet hang off the edge. “Your bed is tiny.”

She looks at me behind her shoulder. “Good thing you’re not staying.”

I let out a laugh, running my hand over my face. “Jesus. Give a guy a minute to breathe before you kick him out.”

“Noted,” she says. “I’ll keep that in mind when the next guy shows up.” She smirks at me, but I don’t like the words coming out of her mouth, joke or not. I glare at her, and she presses her lips together, trying to hide the huge grin on her face. “Kidding.”

She throws my t-shirt onto the bed, and I take the hint, getting up and throw out the condom. I grab my pants from the bed and pull them back on. I want to let it go, but my mind won’t let me, so I just come out and say it. “Are you?”

She turns around, brows furrowed. “Am I what?”

“Kidding,” I explain. “About another guy showing up.”

She lets out an exhale. “Yes.”

“How about tomorrow? Or the day after that, or any other day?” I ask her, throwing my t-shirt on. “Are you seeing anyone else?”

“What are you asking me, Aiden?”

She knows exactly what I’m asking her, but I play coy. “I was just wondering.”

Her brows raise. “I didn’t say anything about your big-breasted friend earlier.”

The way she puts it has me pressing my lips together in amusement. “That’s different. I don’t even know her name.”

“I’m sure that hasn’t stopped you before,” she retorts with a roll of her eyes.

“Did you?” I ask her, anticipating her response. “Want to say anything about my big-breasted friend, as you so eloquently put it?”

Her brows raise. “We said we would put no pressure on this.”

“There isn’t.”

“We said this wasn’t a relationship.”

“It’s not.” I shrug. “Doesn’t mean I like the idea of another guy’s hands on you.” Frankly, it makes me feel angry as hell, even though I know I don’t have any right. We have nothing but a strictly physical relationship; it’s what I signed up for.

“You’re acting possessive,” she says, pulling her long hair into a bun. “This isn’t what fuck buddies do.”

My nose scrunches, disgust on my face. “I don’t like that term.”

“Then what would you prefer?” she asks, planting her hands on her hips. “Friends with benefits?” My eyes darken as I look down at her. I shouldn’t hate those words. That’s what we are, technically, but I don’t want to just be another friend to her. The idea is laughable really.

I approach her, grabbing a handful of her ass and pull her into me, letting her feel the affect she has on my body, how much I want her. “Do your friends know what you sound like when you come?”

She swallows, her lips parting slightly and then shakes her head.

“Then I think we’ve established where we stand.”

Those pretty green eyes roll and she lets out a sigh. “We haven’t established anything other than the fact that you’re stubborn.”

I laugh. “When it comes to you?” I say, leaning down until I brush my lips against hers. “Always.”

She pushes me back on a hum. “You seriously need to go. The girls are coming over soon.”

I smooth my hands down her arms, kissing her cheek, and then her other cheek, trailing closer and closer to her mouth. Her breathing picks up, the slight rise and fall of her chest bringing a low chuckle out of me. I look into her eyes when I lean in, mere inches from her lips, but before she can lean in and kiss me, I pull back, admiring how flustered she is. “See you later,” I whisper, “friend.”