Page 26 of Necessary Roughness

Sloane

I hadn’t realized it until that moment, but I’d been subconsciously counting down the minutes until I got to see Knox and Logan again.

So when I glanced up and he was right there , standing in the classroom doorway, smiling at me?

It brightened up my entire day.

“Hey,” he said casually while sitting down. There were plenty of seats available since we were both early, but he still chose the desk next to mine.

“Hi there,” I replied, his scent invading my nose and mind immediately.

“Great job, Knox!” one of the guys behind us said. “Feels good to put those Orange Coast assholes in their place.”

“Sure does,” he agreed.

“You going to the big party at Mike’s this week?” another girl on the other side of me asked him. “Thirsty Thursday!”

A flare of jealousy filled my chest. Because as far as chests went, this girl had most of hers spilling out the top of her #5 Maddox jersey, and she was giving him the most blatant fuck-me eyes a person could give at one o’clock in the afternoon.

Knox’s gaze passed across mine as he turned toward her. “We’ll see. Thursdays are kind of busy for me.”

I felt my cheeks blush as the professor strode into class and began the lecture.

For a little while, we listened to the lecture and took notes. The Dutch Masters were an exciting group, as far as artists went.

Class was halfway over when Knox quietly cleared his throat. I glanced over, and he shoved a folded piece of paper at me.

I made sure our professor wasn’t looking, then quickly snatched it, my fingers brushing against his for a moment, causing an electric sizzle on my skin.

You’re cute when you’re jealous.

I frowned at the note and glanced over at Knox, but he was intently listening to the professor talk about Vermeer. I had studied most of this chapter while recovering from a hangover yesterday, so I stopped listening to the professor and wrote a reply.

What are you, six? You know we can text each other instead of passing notes in class. Also, I’m not jealous. Why do you think I’m jealous?

I waited until the professor’s back was turned to pass the note back to Knox. He chuckled silently, then wrote a response and quickly slid the paper back to my desk.

I don’t want to work your flip phone too much. Seems like that thing might catch fire if I send a text longer than 100 characters. And you were visibly jealous when Tits McBreasty over there invited me to a party.

I scribbled my response quickly.

I was annoyed that she talked past me. And yes, because she has giant volleyball sized tits. But that’s different than jealousy. I’m surprised you didn’t take her up on her invite. Guys like you usually love girls like her.

He scoffed when he read my message.

Guys like me? Ouch, way to generalize. She has more plastic than a box full of Barbies. I prefer a different kind of woman.

What kind of woman?

The kind whose name rhymes with moan.

If I invent a time machine, I promise to take you back to 15th century France so you can bang Joan of Arc.

When he read my last message, Knox outright laughed. He quickly stopped himself, but not before the professor glanced back in annoyance.

We had to pause for a few minutes before we continued passing notes back and forth.

Wow. Way to get me in trouble.

Way to blame me for your inability to laugh silently!

It’s your fault for being so hilarious. Can you please eliminate all extraneous likable qualities from your personality? I’m only supposed to be attracted to your body.

Is that how you got to be the star quarterback? By blaming others for your shortcomings?

What are you doing tonight?

The change in subject caught me off guard. Knox was pretending to focus on the professor’s lecture, but he was smiling.

I’m meeting with my master’s degree study group. I should get off around 10:00, if YOU want to “get off” after that ;-)

Damnit. I probably shouldn’t. I’ve got an early practice tomorrow, and the whole point of this arrangement is to avoid distractions. But you have no idea how much I want to.

I guess I’ll just have to play with myself tonight. Maybe I’ll send you some sexy selfies to let you know what you’re missing.

Fuck. Now I want to break my rule. Wait, how would you send the selfies? Your phone doesn’t have a camera.

Damnit. You got me. You’ll just have to use your imagination. Unless you’re free this afternoon?

I wish. I’ve got a tight schedule on Mondays.

I’ve got something else tight for you, whenever you get some free time ;-)

He groaned softly, then shoved the note in his pocket as the professor passed out a quiz.

I had no problem with the quiz since I already knew this material like the back of my hand. I was one of the first to finish it, which meant I was the first to pack up my bag, drop the sheet off on the professor’s desk, and walk out of class.

I was halfway down the hall when Knox called out, “Hey! Wait up!” The tall quarterback was jogging toward me.

“Surprised you finished so quickly, since you weren’t paying attention to the lecture,” I teased.

“Vermeer, Rembrandt, van Loo. I did all my studying ahead of time. I get the notes from the professor before class, remember?”

“Feels like cheating,” I said.

He gave me a sideways glance. “I still have to study the material. I actually finished the quiz before you, but I was stalling to wait until you were done.”

“Oh? So you could walk me to class?”

“Actually…”

Knox took my hand, then pulled me into a stairwell. I felt a thrill of excitement as he led me up to the second floor, out into a hallway, then into the second classroom on the left. It was dark and empty.

“You said you have something tight for me?” His voice was hardly more than a deep whisper as he locked the door.

I bit my lip. “In here?” I glanced at my watch. “We might have enough time to go back to my place…”

“Fuck that,” he growled, pushing me up against the wall. “I’m taking you right now .”

My protests died on my tongue as Knox kissed me hard. He pushed his leg between my thighs, widening my stance, his hand quickly touching me through my jeans.

“Ohh…” I moaned as he moved his kiss to the side of my neck.

My body surged upward with need as he rubbed my pussy through my clothes, but it wasn’t enough. I reached down to unbutton myself, but then he dropped to his knees and did it for me, unzipping my jeans and tugging them—and my panties—down.

I sighed as he stood up and kissed me again, his two fingers sliding up and into my wet heat.

“God, you’re soaked,” he groaned into my mouth.

“I was drenched as soon as you mentioned hooking up tonight,” I replied, grabbing his hard length through his jeans and giving it a squeeze.

The noise he made was music to my ears, but it didn’t last long. Knox dropped his pants, spun me around, and pressed me up against the wall. I heard the familiar foil wrapper of a condom, and then felt his tip pressing up into my swollen lips.

“Hurry,” I begged. I needed him so badly. “ Please .”

Knox groaned with desire as he pushed into me from behind. One inch, then two, then suddenly he was gripping my hip with a palm that normally held a football and thrusting forward, giving me every bit of him.

Our moans mingled in the dark classroom.

Then he was fucking me, truly fucking me, slamming his cock into me like there was no time to waste.

The urgency in his movements turned me on in new, unexpected ways, along with the public nature of our sexual rendezvous.

Even though the door was locked, it felt like anyone could walk in without warning.

Classes were going to change any minute.

If a professor came and unlocked the door…

I stopped caring as he wrapped an arm around my chest, holding me close while pistoning into me. The only thing I could think about was just how good he felt, slamming into my pussy, hitting the G-spot on my forward wall, almost too intense for me to handle.

Almost .

He clung to me firmly, and I reached back and squeezed his muscular ass with my hand, pulling him into me with every stroke.

His movements became reckless, driven by pure lust. My cheek pressed against a poster on the wall, something with numbers and algebraic symbols.

Knox dragged his teeth along the back of my neck, up to my ear, nibbling on the lobe as his breathing grew ragged.

I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit, urging my own climax faster, desperate to catch up to him.

“Fuck,” he groaned directly into my ear. “You’re so. Fucking. Tight .”

“ Yes ,” I gasped, drawing even more pleasure from his words. “How tight am I?”

“So tight. I’m going to explode. Oh my God.”

“Come for me,” I begged, feeling the pool of heat swirling in my core. I was close, too. “Come with me, Knox.”

“Sloane…” he said, turning my name into a curse and a prayer all at once.

“Knox!”

“ SLOANE!”

My orgasm slammed into me like a battering ram, over and over, until the door smashed in and my body was flooded with euphoric bliss.

I started to scream, so he clamped his wide palm over my mouth to muffle my cries.

He sucked in a breath and then I felt his thick cock explode inside me, throbbing against my inner walls, filling the condom in a way that made me wish he was filling me with his hot, sticky seed.

He clung to me until our combined breathing settled, wet lips pressed against my hair.

“Holy cow,” I said when I could breathe again.

“Holy something,” he agreed, his laughter vibrating into my body through his cock and chest and hands.

When he slid out of me, I turned around and kissed him hard, sliding my tongue into his mouth. He groaned happily, then we quickly began pulling our clothes on.

“You’re leaving it on?” I asked in surprise, pointing at the condom.

“There’s a bathroom down the hall,” he said.

“Hope it stays on that long.”

“Give me another kiss like that one,” he said with a smirk, “and I’ll stay hard for the rest of the day.”

I grabbed a handful of his shirt, spun him around, and pushed him up against the wall with another rough kiss. He made a noise deep in his throat, especially when I gave his lower lip a tiny little bite.

“Better hurry,” I said seductively. “Wouldn’t want you to be late to class.”

“See you Thursday?” he asked hopefully.

“Mmm hmm,” I said, dragging my fingers along the front of his jeans. He was still rock-hard. “And this time, I hope you and Logan aren’t so gentle with me.”

I left him standing there with a shocked—but excited—glimmer in his emerald eyes.