“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He kissed her neck. “I have to say, you’ve got a sexy taste in nightwear.”
“Oh, shut up,” she said with a giggle.
He opened each button of her shirt. Her heart raced as he did this slowly. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
Blue pushed her shirt past her shoulders and she nibbled on her lip, waiting for his reaction.
He groaned. “Fuck.”
“Are you going to keep saying that?”
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about these.” He stroked the tips of his fingers over her tits. “And they’re even better than I could have imagined.”
“You imagined me?”
“I’ve got a very wild imagination. I’ve seen you coming to me, Laylah, begging me to fuck you.”
She whimpered. “Really?”
“Yeah, and what’s more, I’m hungry for every single morsel you’ll give me.” He leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth.
She arched up, crying out at the instant hit of pleasure rushing around her body.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
“No.”
She wasn’t ready for him to stop at all. She pressed her thighs together in an attempt to get some kind of friction against her core.
Blue wouldn’t let her. He pressed a knee between her thighs, moving it up to rub against her core. She whimpered his name, crying out from the pulse and beat of pleasure.
“Are you wet for me?” he asked.
She nodded her head. Just because she was a virgin didn’t mean she didn’t understand him.
Slowly, he trailed his lips down her body.
Nerves assaulted her as he got to the top of her pajama bottoms.
Excitement rushed through her even as she was nervous, but he pulled her bottoms down her body, exposing her to him. When he looked at her, she felt a confidence rush through her that she hadn’t experienced before.
He spread her thighs wide and when he moved a little closer, she closed her thighs with a frown. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to do something to you that you’re going to be thinking about for days to come.” He winked at her. “Trust me, Laylah. You’re going to love this.”
She doubted it, but she didn’t know why she lowered her knees.
He moved closer. She kept on watching him.
Then his tongue teased across her clit and fire shot through her body. It was intense, instant, and damn it, she’d never felt anything so amazing as his tongue teased her pussy, awakening a need within her that she didn’t think was possible.
Blue wasn’t wrong. There was no way she was going to be forgetting about this any time soon.
Chapter Seven
The following week, Blue watched his girl as she did track during the gym class.
Mitchell threw a towel at him, which hit his head.
“Will you stop looking like a damn lovesick puppy? It’s gross, dude. Chicks are going to start demanding more from us than a simple fuck.”
He threw the towel back. “Shut up.”
“I get it. You’re happy that you’ve finally got your girl, but we’ve got reps to think about.”
“I can’t help it if I’m happy.” He couldn’t resist another glance over at her. She was bent over with John and Becky.
He hated running track, but the shirt she wore left nothing to the imagination, and he could think of a whole lot of stuff he wanted to do to her.
The taste of her pussy… He could still think of her coming on his tongue. Since then, they hadn’t been alone, but he’d used the memory to work his cock each time he was in the shower. He’d been taking a lot of showers.
“Yeah, she looks like something right now.”
Earlier that day, she’d been in a bit of a hysterics as she’d forgotten to do one piece of homework. He knew her grades were important to her.
Blue slapped his friend in the chest. “Back off.”
He headed to where the coach was yelling the state of play he wanted them to practice. When he was in the zone, he didn’t look toward Laylah once, but it was hard. He wanted to kiss her.
After an hour of intense training, it was off to the showers.
Most of the guys were talking about the play or the girls they intended to screw at the next party.
“So, Blue, have you got into her pants yet?” Paul, one of the players, asked.
“Don’t,” Mitchell said.
Blue turned toward Paul. “Excuse me?”
“Come on, dude, this thing with Laylah can’t be serious. We’ve seen you screw the groupies. It’s got to be some kind of bet or something.”
Even though they stood in the shower, Blue’s anger surged.
“Dude, this isn’t funny,” Mitchell said. “Back off.”
“I’m not the only one who thinks this is fucked up. She’s a fat chick. I figured you wanted to see if you could bag even the most desperate of girls.”
Blue didn’t think about it, he reacted. Butt-ass naked, he charged forward and slammed his fist against Paul’s face. The guy didn’t hesitate and began to hit him back.
Within a matter of minutes, he had him pinned on the ground, but Mitchell was there, pulling him off.
“What the fuck is going on here?” the coach said.
“You be careful what you fucking say,” Blue said, spitting in Paul’s direction. “You owe me an apology.”
“I owe you shit.”
“No. You disrespect my girl, you disrespect me.”
“Oh, please, you can do so much better. We all believe it.”
“So that’s how it’s going to be.” Blue shoved Mitchell off. “Is that what you all think?”
He looked around at the guys. Some of them shook their head. Others averted their gazes.
“Then I’m out,” Blue said.
“Blue, dude.”
“No, I’m not doing this. You think that girl is beneath me. I love her, and this, I can’t deal with. Fuck you all and fuck this game.”
He turned on his heel as they groaned.
The coach followed him. “Son, you’re making a mistake.”
“I’m not.”
“I want you to cool off, and then come back and see me afterward.”
“I can do that, but it’s not going to change the way I feel.” He quickly pulled on his clothes. Blood
