Long Shot (Taking the Shot #1)

by M.J. Fields

Smiling at him, I shake my head and mouth, “Kick ass.” He pats his chest, holding up four fingers then pointing at me. Riley hits her knee against mine. “Smart move. You let him claim you.” “Ew,” comes from the group of frozen tits. Leah turns toward them. “Pick a new number. There’s literally a whole team out there to send unsolicited snatch pics to.”

“Don’t start being all hot, Leo Stone. We have a party to go to.” “Better pace yourself, Ellie Rhodes, or you’ll be passed out before I even have a chance to start getting hot.” She laughs and shakes her head in disapproval, and I turn her around to face me, unable to even fake hurt. I squeeze her hips. “Question.” She grips and squeezes my shoulder muscles before running her hands down my biceps. “My girl likes my body almost as much as I like hers.” “Is that even a question?” She sighs exaggeratedly.

She slams her water bottle down on her desk. “We should’ve been Wreck-it Ralph and the guy with the hammer! You and Leo should’ve been Wreck-it Ralph and that tiny little candy bitch.” “Tiny little candy bitch?” I nearly spit out my water. “What’s her name?” “How am I supposed to know?” “I dunno.” She waves a hand up and down. “You look like her.” “That’s offensive.”

Vanellope.

When I open the door and walk in, he’s sitting in a chair, fingers linked behind his head, tee-shirt stretched out and clinging onto his muscles, which oddly makes me a little jealous, and he’s all sorts of man-spread in gray sweats. I shut the door behind me. “Hey.” He cocks his head as he reads my face. I should be embarrassed at how much I want him, like all the time, but I’m not. When I lock the door behind me, his lips turn up into a smug smile. To me, that says, “Come and get it.”

Until … he steps to me, lips covering mine, the taste of spearmint and the scent of Leo engulfing me. His hands cup my ass as he lifts me. “Wrap ’em around.” I grip his shoulders and wrap my legs around him, sliding my tongue inside his sweet, hot mouth, tasting him, his words reverberating in my head—so, so, so addictive—as he moves us across the small room. When he breaks the kiss, my bare ass hits a cold, hard surface, and he sinks to his knees. My insides catch fire. “We French kissed in the library,” he says, lips gliding across my inner thigh. I inhale a sharp, “Yeah.”

He lifts my legs, one and then the other, over his shoulders as he licks his lips, eyes on my spread core. “Let’s switch continents.” “Huh?” I breathe out as his open mouth travels up my thigh. “Australian kiss, babe—Down Under.” Before my lust-fogged brain can process, his mouth is covering my center, tongue spearing inside me, deep and hard, bringing me to the cusp of orgasm. He growls as he pulls his tongue out, and I want it back. “You smell so good. Taste delicious. I may skip class and do this all day.” Before I can respond, his lips wrap around my clit … and I see stars. Panting, reeling, coming, I reach down and grab his hair. “I want you in me.”

He doesn’t stop, though; he continues licking and sucking, gentler now as I come down from an amazing orgasm … in the fucking library. When he stands, licks his lips, then wipes his mouth on his shirt, I allow my eyes to roll down hi...

And then he’s kissing me. Full body, open-mouthed kissing me in the Tappy basement. I’ve cried on this basement floor. I’ve thrown up on this basement floor. We’re about five feet away from where I’m seventy-two percent certain Grace may have had sex on this basement floor. By the time he pulls away, she’s gone. “Warn me next time?” I ask him. “She wouldn’t go away,” he defends unnecessarily. “You don’t need an excuse to kiss me.” “If I didn’t need excuses, I don’t think I’d ever stop.” He presses his lips to mine once more.

He takes my face in his hands. “I am falling in love with you, all the parts of you.” I sniff back tears. “Not just sleeping with me?” He suppresses a grin. “All means all. I love you, Ellie.” I shake my head, and he nods. “You don’t have to.” “I couldn’t stop it if I tried.” He kisses me softly and sweetly, over and over again, before swooping me up in his arms. “Oh my God, I don’t need to be carried.” “It’s this or get on my back.”

“Never gonna hear me complain that you wanna be on top.” He lifts my shirt, and I pull my arms out as he leans in, kissing just above my breasts. I reach between us and find him rock-hard. “Condom?” “Fuuuuck!” He flops back and grumbles, “Spanx dick again.” I lean over to open my drawer and stop when I lean too far. “Can you grab them out of the nightstand?” “Yours or Grace’s?” He chuckles. “Shush.” He grins when he pulls out the packet of Durex XXL. “You love at least part of me.”

“Is love buying XXL condoms so your boyfriend’s dick’s circulation doesn’t get cut off?” Chuckling, he holds my hips gently as he slides up and begins sheathing his glorious man meat. “It’s a start.” I rise to my knees and position myself above him. “Is love wanting him inside you because nothing’s ever felt so good?” His jaw tenses, and his nostrils flare as he watches me slowly take him in. “Gotta be a part of it.” My head falls back, and I have to bite my lip to stop from crying out. “Is … is … is—” He thrusts up, filling me fully. “So good.” “There’ll be bad, too, but that’s why we have orgasms.” Unable to hold back a laugh, I ask, “Is love laughing with a dick inside of you?” “Yeah.” He sits up, palms my breast, leans in, and sucks my nipple into his hot mouth.

“Leo.” “Hmm …” he says, my nipple between his teeth. I stop rocking back and forth on him. “Is love being so afraid to lose it you’re terrified to put words to it or admit it?” My boob falls from his mouth, and his hand cups the side of my face. “Yeah, babe, yeah.” “I, um … I—” “I know.” He takes my breast in his hand again. “Perfect. Fucking perfect.” Rocking back and forth. I feel him hit that spot. “Oh. My. God.” “So tight. So fucking tight.” He grips my hips then release...

“Fuck, right there. Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare stop. I want you to come with me.” “Not. Yet,” he groans, and I roll my hips a bit. “Son of a bitch.” “Please, I want—” He buries his head in my neck and reaches between us, rubbing my clit as I continue gliding up and down his thick length. “That’s it, ba...

Lying on top of him, his hand running up and down my back, heart beating against my ear slowing down, I smile and press my lips to his chest. “Is love when the sound of his heart has become your favorite lullaby?” He presses his lips to the top of my head. “I’ve loved four things in my life and have lost two,” I admit to him, a...

He holds me tighter. “You lost soccer, and that sucks. But he … he lost you. That’s on him. Hell, I never even met the man. I promise you I’m not him.” God, how is he saying things I never knew I needed to hear? After a few quiet moments, I bre...

She rolls off me and to her back. “Number three, also an athlete. Best lover, most well-endowed, hottest body, oral skills on point. Number three was my fav—” “Okay, no more.” “Number three is the only one who ever hit those spots only Styles had before, and then some.” She pushes up to sitting and takes my face. “And number three hasn’t even kissed me since I came here because, for no reason at all, he’s being a jealous little bit—” When I flip her on her back, she laughs out loud, and I … kiss her quiet.

I don’t know why I feel uneasy tonight. It’s either because this game means a lot, or my new meds. More than likely, it’s because I am unabashedly in love with him. God, I hope it’s the meds.

“Whatever you say,” he mutters. “I love you.” “I love you, too.” “Say it again.” I can hear his smile. “I love you, Leo.” “I know,” he sighs. “Night, Elle.” “Goodnight.” “Thank you for staying.” “Always.”

“Then give me something to do, because I’m freaking the fuck out,” she insists. “Cover for me for chapter tonight.” “You’re missing chapter?” she gasps. “Oh my God, it’s not just your vagina. Your whole self is in love with him.” “My vagina loves him the most, but yeah, Grace, I love him.”

Last night, what I thought was rejection was actually caring, and even though I have Mom and Ollie, who love me insurmountably, I’ve never experienced that before, either. Hell, I’ve never even not made a team I’ve tried out for. I know the odds, and I know that we’re probably going to live on different coasts, but I want this. I want us. The things he’s made me feel—and not just the orgasms—and hell, even the tears … I know it’s a long shot, but I want it all.

When I walk in, they’re all standing around the island, lights dimmed and wearing sunglasses. I’m sure some girls would find a little fantasy in this. The three of them are built like statues, all stupid hot, but Leo Stone is just … blessed from birth.

He pushes his shades up to the top of his head. I can’t help but fall into the way he’s looking at me. Eyes dark and lips always kissable, but today, seeming even more so. It sends a shiver all the way down my spine to my core.

As soon as the door shuts behind them and we’re alone, his mouth is on mine and his hands on my waist, pulling me against him as he walks backward toward his room. He pushes open his bedroom door then slams it closed with his foot without breaking our kiss. My back hits the wall, and I moan, feeling his erection pressing against my belly, my hands trapped between us.

My fingers inch up the hard, defined muscles of his torso. I break our kiss as he pushes my jacket from my shoulders and I’m forced to move my hands so he can get the jacket the rest of the way off me. As soon as it hits the floor, I grip the hem of his shirt as his lips crash against mine. Spearmint and Leo. Shirtless Leo.

My head spins as several things happen at once. One of his massive arms wraps around me and pulls me closer, hard cock pressing against me through his joggers, his mouth moving against mine as he does the one-handed unhook and the weight of breasts falls. As he pulls my shirt up, goosebumps cover my body as he tosses it aside. “Your tits are fucking amazing.” Leo pulls his mouth from mine, pulling my bra off a breath before his mouth surrounds one nipple as he kneads the other before pinching, pulling, and rolling my nipple between his fingers.

He stares up at me, mouth and hand full of my tit, then pulls away. “Bed.” I nod, almost afraid to move as my entire body trembles with desire. “Yeah.” My heart races as I walk backward and he stands over me. I allow my eyes to move over him, and when I see his head peeking out of the waistband of his sweats, I have to stop and clench my knees together.

He moves closer and bends down as he moves my hair aside and presses his lips to my neck as his thumbs hook in my pants and he slowly starts to move them down. I do the same to his as he nips at my neck and drags his tongue across it. “Every inch of you tastes so damn ...

He moves his hand across my belly, inching lower and lower until he’s right where I need him. My knees buckle as my head falls back and I release a slow, low moan. I try to keep myself standing as his thumb moves in slow, short circles over my swollen bundle of nerves. “Leo,” I whimper, knowing if he continues, I’m going to come just like this. He pulls his hand away. “Step out of your pants and get on the bed.” It takes me less than a second to do just that. I watch him step out of his. Then, standing at the end of the bed, looking at me with obvious desire, he grips his cock and stro...

One knee presses on the bed, and the mattress dips under his weight. Lips against mine, and then the rest of him, our bodies mold together like they always do. When I feel his cock nudge my entrance, I cry out at the heat of his flesh against mine. “Fuck,” he sputters. “So hot.” I wrap my legs around him and grind against him, needing friction. “So hard.” “Condom,” he groans as I swivel my hips. When he starts to move, I wrap my legs tighter. “You clean?” He nods and asks, “You on the pill?” ...

Groaning, he slowly slips inside of me. I savor the way he feels as he stretches. He feels bigger, raw, unlubricated. It hurts and feels so good at the same time. “You feel amazing. So fucking amazing.” He continues moving slow, too slow. “Leo, harder, faster.” My words spur him on to do just that. He moves faster, harder, unleashing like he never has. I grip his back, trying desperately not to sink my nails into the muscles working together beneath them. I come within minutes, and he doesn’t last much past that. The feeling of his cum emptying into me is ama...

He moves back and pulls me toward the spray. I wasn’t planning on washing my hair, but when he squirts shampoo on the top of my head, it seems inevitable that I’ll be sleeping on a wet pillow. When his magic hands start massaging my scalp, a domino effect begins to happen. I moan, and he gets insta-hard, his dick sacking me in the stomach. He grabs the sprayer head and rushes through the rinse. “Need you again.” “Your littles are still swimming in me.” I laugh.

He chuckles deep and darkly, and then … “Oh God.” “Fuck, really?” He lifts my leg over his, aiming the sprayer somehow, even in the dark, directly at my clit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I grab his shoulders so I don’t fall. “Take me off the bench, Coach,” he groans. “Yes, yes … Oh God, yes.” Water streaming, bodies slippery—too slippery—it’s awkward until it isn’t. Leo lifts me up. “Wrap them around.” My back is against the cold tile. One hand on the shower wall, my arm wrapped around his neck, he fucks me.

“You’re the best, babe. I’m gonna make sure you know what that means to me.” Yawning, I suggest, “You should do it with your dick.” “Loved feeling you with nothing between us.” He gives me another squeeze. “Epic.” “Yeah, who’d have thought you could feel even bigger.” “Yeah?” he asks curiously. I have to bite back a laugh. “First time for me.” “Same. Never wearing a condom again.” He looks down at me. “You get what that means?” I want to believe that he’s saying I’m it, but forever is a long time.