Page 43 of Necessary Roughness

Sloane

The road game on Saturday was against Gulf Atlantic Christian College, a small school five hours away.

Since the game was scheduled to begin at noon, my boyfriends and the rest of the Westview College football team were driving up on Friday and staying in a hotel.

I said my goodbyes to them in the morning before running out the door to class, giving Knox and Logan long hugs and a kiss, while Roman only extended his fist toward me.

“Good luck,” I said, bumping mine against his.

He looked like he wanted to say more to me, but then grabbed his bag and strode away with the others.

The twins and I got pizza together on Friday night, then boarded one of the student buses early Saturday morning to make the trip to Gulf Atlantic Christian College.

I had plenty of chances to update Jayden and Bryson on my love life, to tell them how I had fearlessly invited the massive linebacker into my bed.

I held my tongue, though. As our bus drove along the highway, I wasn’t sure what stopped me from sharing this juicy new gossip.

Sleeping with three football players wasn’t much worse than sleeping with two.

But it felt different.

After considering it during the drive to the game, I decided it was because I still didn’t know if Roman was a permanent addition to our sexy club, or if he had only been making a cameo on Thursday night. Once I knew where we stood, I would tell my best friends.

Jayden was going to lose his shit.

Gulf Atlantic Christian College played in a small stadium that looked like it was better suited for a high school.

The students that had made the trip from Westview filled two entire sections at one end of the field, just behind the end zone.

The rest of the stadium wasn’t full; there were empty clusters of seats everywhere we looked.

“We lost to them last year,” Bryson explained to me after the kickoff. “It was a huge upset. Even when they have a terrible team, they always play well against us.”

“Shush your face,” Jayden whined. “Only positive thoughts today.”

Whether or not Jayden’s positive thoughts had an effect on the game was unclear, but the Westview Wildcats dominated the game from the moment the game began.

On the very first play, the Gulf Atlantic quarterback dropped back with the ball, looking far down field to throw a long pass.

But before he could, Roman came charging toward him with his arms spread wide, sacking the quarterback and knocking the ball loose.

One of our players fell on the ball, resulting in a recovered fumble.

Our student section went nuts .

That play was only the beginning. Our defense smothered the other team, led by an invigorated Roman Langford.

The massive linebacker was surprisingly quick on his feet, spinning around some opponents and bulling through others.

He was normally reserved on the field, calmly jogging back to the sidelines after making a big play, but today he showed a lot more emotion.

After sacking the quarterback for the fifth time , he leaned back and roared at the sky while pounding on his chest.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into him,” Jayden said, “but I want some.”

“About time he broke through his slump,” Bryson said, more relieved than happy. “We’ve needed him to step up. Especially if we’re going to win the conference championship in two weeks.”

On the long bus ride home, I wondered if his breakout performance was because of me. It was an arrogant thought. A million factors went into a player’s performance on the football field, and inviting Roman into my sex life surely was not responsible for the way he destroyed the other team today.

But it didn’t hurt anything for me to think so.

I took a nap when I got home, then tidied up around the house while waiting for my roommates to return.

The three guys had a chore list on the fridge, which they split amongst themselves and didn’t ask anything of me since I didn’t officially live here, but I needed to do something with my hands to kill some time while waiting for them.

Besides, it made me feel like I was contributing to the house in a way that didn’t involve letting them stick their dicks in my various holes.

“I’m not just a sex toy,” I hummed to myself while unloading the dishwasher. “I’m a sex toy who’s useful .”

Logan and Knox came walking through the door not long after that, laughing to themselves about something related to the game. I cheerfully skipped across the living room and greeted them with hugs and words of congratulations.

“We’re trying to decide which party to go to tonight,” Knox explained. “We’ve gotten about a dozen invites. The entire campus is electric after today’s win.”

“Unless you want to stay home and celebrate another way,” Logan said, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“Maybe,” I said. “Or we could go to a party, get the public celebrations out of our system, and then come home and have our own private celebration.”

Knox scratched his chin. “Hmm. Tempting.”

Then the door opened and Roman came inside. I turned to him with a smile, ready to tell him how proud I was of his performance today, but the look on his face stopped me. A look of determination.

Before I could ask what was up, he dropped his bag on the floor, picked me up like I weighed nothing, and threw me over his shoulder. As he carried me into his room, the last thing I heard was Logan saying, “I guess that answers that.”

Roman was an animal with a singular focus, tearing off my clothes between kisses and grabbing parts of my body like the world was ending in ten minutes.

I leaned into his desire, feeding off the passion as he pressed a hand on my chest and held me down on the bed, driving his cock into me with headstrong need.

The cry of pleasure that flew from my throat was louder than I intended, but there was no muffling myself as he kept that strong hand on my sternum and began fucking me like it was the only thing he’d been thinking about during the game.

I reached for my clit, and his hand snatched it away so he could take care of me himself. With one hand holding me down, and the other rubbing my clit with just the right amount of pressure, I was totally under his control.

I surrendered to him, and it was freeing .

My climax surprised even me, rushing up to meet me and then spinning me around like a dandelion caught on the wind.

I was still shuddering from the aftershocks when he suddenly flipped me over, pulling me up until I was on my hands and knees.

Roman grabbed my hips with both hands and then filled me from behind, a groan erupting from his lips that might have come from a bear rather than a college student.

I gazed over my shoulder and was enraptured by the sight of him slamming into me from behind, over and over, the massive muscles in his arms bulging with the force of holding onto me.

I came a second time without ever needing to touch myself, my inner walls spasming around his hard length and my legs turning to rubber.

But his grip on me was steadfast, holding me upright until he finished, jackhammering into my pussy before roaring so loudly I wondered if he was trying to prove a point to his teammates.

It was music to my ears, and I drank in the sight of him as he came apart, eyes locking onto mine with a vulnerability within that let me know this was special.

He clung to me after, fingers stronger than ever, digging into my flesh as he leaned forward and kissed my shoulder blades. His breath was warm on my skin, the bristles along his jaw scratching against my body in a satisfying way while we remained joined for a few moments longer.

“That,” I said after we’d adjusted and relaxed, “was exactly what I needed. It was a long bus ride home.”

“Our bus ride was long, too,” Roman replied. “I spent a lot of it thinking about you.”

“Oh yeah?”

I was cuddled into the crook of his arm, and felt him nod rather than saw it. “I fantasized about coming home, throwing you over my shoulder, and showing you that I can be a better participant than observer.”

“Mmm, you sure can,” I said. “Does this mean you’re interested in doing this again? You want to join our… whatever it is?”

“I have a question, first,” he said.

“Hit me.”

“Why did you invite me into your room on Thursday night?”

“I don’t know,” I mused. “I was kind of drunk.”

I felt his massive torso tense. “Ouch.”

“Shit. Sorry.” I pushed up onto an elbow so I could look into his dark eyes.

“The alcohol helped lower my inhibitions, but the desire was already there. Hidden deep down where I didn’t even realize it was building since I moved in.

” I stroked my fingers through his black hair, admiring the shape of his jawline.

“I’m comfortable around you, Roman. That’s the biggest thing.

When I first met you back in August, you were this enormous, intimidating football player.

You grunted rather than spoke, and glared at me—and at Knox and Logan.

But after living with you, and more importantly getting to know you, I’ve come to realize the truth. ”

His voice was a deep rumble. “What truth is that?”

“That deep down, you’re a big softie.” I prodded his hairy chest, as if I could penetrate down to his core. “You’re intelligent, and sensitive, and so much more complex than I originally thought.”

Roman sighed, and I felt his body relax beneath me. I hadn’t even realized he was tense.

“You were annoying as hell when you first moved in.”

“Hey!”

“A constant annoyance, distracting my teammates, which in turn distracted me.” His palm slid to my lower back, strong and reassuring. “But I’ve grown accustomed to your presence. You’re cheerful, and focused in a way most college students aren’t. You smell nice. It balances out Logan and Knox.”

“My smell does?” I asked.

“All of it. All of it makes my life feel in balance.” He kissed the top of my head. “Yes. If you’ll have me, I want to be part of this friends-with-benefits situation.”

I popped up to my knees, grabbed his face with both hands, and kissed him. “That’s what I was waiting for you to say!”

There was a soft knock on the door. “Are you two done? Can we go to the party now?” Logan asked.

“Come on,” I said, pulling Roman out of bed. It was like trying to move a pickup truck. “Tonight, we’re celebrating.”

I wouldn’t have been so enthusiastic about going out if I had known everything was about to come crashing down.