Schooling The Quarterback: an m/m college sports romance (GSU), page 13
He’s always honest with me and has never given me any reason to distrust him, so I give him permission to go ahead.
“I bet you’re going to taste amazing,” he murmurs, getting himself in position and pushing my legs up a little more.
My knees rest against my chest, and I feel a little like a pretzel, but those thoughts fade instantly when Chase’s tongue swirls my pucker, causing red-hot need to course through my veins. My cock throbs with desire as he continues to circle my entrance, and a small bead of precum forms at my slit. His tongue feels so good that it has my toes curling in the air.
A needy mewl escapes me when his tongue slips past my tight rings and enters me. “Fuck!” I cry out, my head falling back while he fucks me with his tongue.
“You taste so fucking good, baby, just like I knew you would,” he tells me before diving back in to eat me out.
I’m a panting mess as he devours me. My heart is beating so hard I can feel it in my head. And the growls coming from my man tell me he’s loving this just as much, if not better.
He pauses briefly, reaching a hand up to my face, his fingers dancing over my lips. “Suck them for me, baby. Get them good and wet so I can stretch you for me.”
I do as I’m told, sucking his fingers into my mouth, twirling my tongue around them, slurping them like they’re his cock. My dick twitches at the thought, and Chase kisses my crown.
“I’d suck your cock if I wasn’t afraid that you’d come too soon. I want to make tonight last, so don’t you dare come until I tell you,” he commands, slipping his fingers out of my mouth as I nod. Then he lowers his head back to my needy pucker.
He kisses my entrance, nipping, causing my back to bow. “I love how responsive your body is to me,” he muses out loud before shoving his tongue inside me once again.
I cry out when one finger joins his tongue. My body is so hot and my cock throbs, laying heavy against my stomach, twitching with need as he works me up.
I’m a fucking mess as Chase prepares me, and as much as I’m dying to beg for more, I don’t want to rush this either. Tonight is special. I’m going to let my man take as long as he wants. It’s only going to make the orgasm that much more intense. At least, that is what I’m telling myself. I don’t think I have ever been so worked up.
“Look at you swallowing my fingers,” Chase tells me, sliding in a second finger and scissoring them to stretch my hole. “You’re so fucking tight. I can only imagine what it’s going to feel like when my cock finally gets inside you. I bet you’re going to choke it to death.”
His dirty words cause tingles to erupt throughout my entire body.
“Do you want me, baby?” he asks, changing the angle of his fingers to hit my prostate, making it hard to breathe, let alone think straight.
“Jeeesssuuusss,” I hiss out between my teeth when he nails it again, pausing to massage it. My cock twitches again, bobbing off my body.
“Do you think you can come untouched?” he questions.
He’s fingered my ass a bunch of times but never long enough to test his theory, but now I’m dying to know. However, I want it to be his cock that makes me come.
He slides his hand back briefly to insert a third finger, and I pant heavily. Fuck, I love how full I feel right now, but it’s not enough.
“More… I need you,” I plead. “I want your cock. Pllleeease give it to me.”
“Do you think you’re ready?” he inquires, and I nod quickly.
He’s a lot bigger than just his three fingers, but I don’t care. I don’t want to wait a second longer. I need him inside me now.
His face is fuzzy, but I think he tilts his head to his nightstand. “Get the lube and a condom,” he instructs, and I turn as much as I can with his fingers still inside me to grab the items, fumbling around a little to find the items without perfect vision.
As soon as I hand him the condom, he slides his fingers out of me. I can’t help but whimper and pout at the empty feeling.
“Don’t worry, baby, I won’t leave you wanting long,” he assures me while tearing open the condom wrapper and sliding it on his cock.
After the condom is secured, he takes the lube from me and pours a dollop on his fingers, warming it up before circling my hole and shoving two digits inside me, making sure I’m nice and wet for him.
Once he’s done lubing me up, he slickens his cock. “Ready, baby?” he inquires, lining himself up with my entrance.
“Fuck me, handsome,” I beg.
“With fucking pleasure,” he says, pushing his hips forward.
His tip circles around my pucker a few times, then pushes in. The broad head of his cock impales me, stealing my breath as he slowly works his way past my tight ring.
Chase gasps. “Holy. Fucking. Shit. Balls.” His words are strained, and his breathing is as labored as mine. “I knew you’d be tight, but damn…” He pauses, taking slow, deep breaths and muttering something under his breath. It kind of sounds like he’s listing off legal terms, which almost makes me want to chuckle.
“Sorry,” he whispers after a moment. “You feel too good. I’m just trying not to come prematurely.”
“Take all the time you need, baby,” I assure him. “We’ve got nowhere we need to be.”
He nods, pushing forward more. Inch by inch, my ass swallows him, and I pant with need. He feels even better than I dreamed he would. He’s fucking huge, and I know I’m going to feel him tomorrow, but I don’t care. Actually, I want to feel him tomorrow. I can’t wait to feel the burn after, a constant reminder of this moment.
Once he’s fully inside, he bends over to kiss me, allowing us both a moment to adjust.
“I love you,” he whispers against my lips.
“I love you too.”
I never meant any words more. I love Chase Anderson with my entire being. He bombarded his way into my life like a Golden Retriever puppy desperate for pets and stayed there until I let down my walls.
My heart now belongs to him, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHASE
Nothing has ever felt so earth-shatteringly good as being buried balls deep inside Gabe. When I first entered him, he was so fucking tight I was terrified I was going to blow in two seconds. To prevent it, I had to think of boring legal terms from my class.
Now I’m fully inside his hot channel, kissing him tenderly, and there is nowhere else I’d rather be. No moment has ever been this right. I’d give up the world to be where I am right now—Gabe in my arms and his body flushed that gorgeous shade of pink. Sweat covers us and needy mewls slip past my man’s lips as I shallowly thrust into him.
Football has always been number one in my life, with my family a close second, but Gabe is creeping his way up the list. It won’t be long before he’s my new number one. Hell, he might already be. Any time I think about leaving him, even to play for the NFL, I want to throw up. I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to make me feel that way.
When I pictured leaving my family to play for a team far away, it hurt, but it wasn’t anything like the soul-deep ache I feel when I think about being away from Gabe.
I don’t want to give up football, and Gabe would never allow me to do it for him. So if something happens and I’m drafted by a team other than Michigan, I’ll just have to figure out how to keep Gabe in my life. But how do I do that when I don’t want him to compromise his life for me?
“I need you to move,” Gabe begs, pulling me out of my depressing thoughts. His voice is raspy with need, and his breath is hot against my lips. “Show me what you got, handsome. Use my body. Fuck me like you mean it.”
I smile at him, and he gives me a hot, searing kiss before lifting my upper body. I push his knees to his chest, giving myself a fantastic view, pull my hips back until my cock almost falls out of him then I slam forward.
“Yes!” Gabe shouts, so I do it again and again.
His channel has a tight hold on me, milking me as I thrust into him hard and fast. Sweat drips down my back when I pick up my pace, shifting my hips slightly, watching the way his body jolts when I nail his prostate. His cock bobs against his body, the smallest amount of precum leaking from the tip. The sight fills me with pride.
“Are you going to come hands-free for me, baby?” I question, continuing to pound him with everything I’ve got.
“I-I-I think so,” he stammers.
A tingle deep in my spine spreads throughout my body, and my balls draw up as my orgasm nears. “Come for me, baby,” I plead, fucking him as hard and fast as I can.
“Fuuucck,” he screams, his channel clamping down on me as small spurts of cum erupt from his perfect cock, coating his lower abdomen.
“Yesss,” I hiss out and spill my release into the condom. My pace wavers, and I grind into Gabe, needing to be deeper. My legs shake, and my vision darkens a little as I ride through the most intense orgasm of my life. I grab his cock and stroke, needing to milk him dry like his body is doing to me.
My head spins when I thrust one last time, and I collapse forward, barely able to catch myself on my forearms so that I don’t crush my man.
“Holy fuck,” he whispers.
“My thoughts exactly,” I reply, lowering Gabe’s legs. He wraps them around me and holds me close.
My cock starts to soften, and I know I need to pull out of him so that the condom doesn’t slip off, but I don’t want to move. Reluctantly, the smarter side of my brain takes over, and I slide out of him, tying the condom off and tossing it in the trash can beside my bed. Once it’s discarded, I lay on my back and bring him into my arms, where he cuddles up, resting his head on my chest.
“I’m sticky,” he murmurs after a few minutes, and I chuckle.
“Want to shower together?” I check.
“Yes, but my entire body feels like Jell-O. I’m probably going to need you to support me so I don’t fall over,” he replies.
“Having you in my arms is never a hardship,” I assure him.
Slowly, I sit up and slide out of bed, offering him a hand. He takes it, and I help him stand before pulling him to my bathroom. Gabe leans against me as I turn on the water and wait for it to warm up.
“I don’t think I’ve ever orgasmed so hard in my entire life,” he tells me.
“It was crazy-intense, wasn’t it? I’ll admit, watching you come just from my dick was hot as fuck.”
The corners of his lips tip upward, and he buries his face into my chest a little as if trying to hide.
Once the water is hot, I pull him inside and begin to wash him, starting with his hair. My fingers dig in to give him a massage that must be amazing, considering he’s damn near purring.
“You’ve got magic hands,” he mutters, and I chuckle.
“You’ve told me that before,” I tease, and he bats lazily at my chest.
I help him rinse, then rub his shoulders before moving to his pecs, then down to his stomach, washing away the dried cum.
Gabe isn’t very hairy, unlike me—another difference between us. I have to manscape like crazy to avoid looking like a gorilla. Don’t get me wrong, there are lots of guys who love that, but for some reason, I just don’t like that much hair on my body. So, I keep my hair as short as possible. I considered waxing once, but I don’t want to be completely hair free, just more under control.
After his stomach is clean, I kneel before him, washing his balls and dick, making sure not to linger for long. Both of us are exhausted from the amazing sex we just had and should have a nap before round two. I move onto his legs, then turn him around to clean his sensitive hole, washing away as much of the lube as I can.
Slowly, I rise back to my feet, wash his back, and rinse him off. By the time I’m done, his eyelids are drooping, and a giant yawn slips past his lips.
“Why don’t you go dry off and lay down,” I suggest. “I’ll join you in a couple of minutes.”
“You don’t want me to return the favor?” he asks, yawning again.
I smile at him and shake my head. “Next time, but you’re exhausted. I promise I won’t be long.”
He doesn’t say anything right away, and I wonder if he’s going to argue, but when he yawns for a third time, I give him a gentle shove out of the shower. “Go rest,” I insist.
Finally, he listens, grabbing a towel before slipping out of the bathroom.
I don’t take my time when it comes to washing my own body, wanting to be in bed and holding my man. As soon as I’m done, I shut off the water and step out, grabbing a towel and rushing to the bedroom, where Gabe is almost asleep.
“Took you long enough,” he teases with a sleepy voice.
“Sorry, I tried to hurry.”
He chuckles and waves me off. “I’m just joking. Now come here and hold me,” he says, holding the blanket up for me to crawl in.
Once I’m under the blankets with him, I wrap him in my arms, and he rests his head on my chest, playing with my neatly trimmed chest hair.
It doesn’t take long before his breathing evens out, and I’m certain he’s asleep. I love falling asleep with Gabe in my arms and wonder if I could convince him to sleep here every night. It doesn’t make sense for him to move in when I’ll be moving out at the end of this upcoming semester, and he still has one year left of law school. But I don’t want to be away from him more than I have to.
Who knew I would find someone who makes me love them more than football?
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
GABRIEL
Nana places the cheesecake she made for Chase in the refrigerator, then tilts her head toward the kitchen table. “Sit,” she commands, and I do as I’m told.
I might be an adult, but I wouldn’t put it past her to slap me upside the head in a loving kind of way for not listening.
“Tell me more about this boy you love,” she says, sitting in the chair across from mine.
I’ve been so busy with school and Chase that Nana and I haven’t really had a chance to sit down and talk that much. We still have our morning phone calls, but those are always rushed and never feel like the right time to spill my guts. And Nana isn’t a pusher. She lets me come to her when I’m ready.
“I never told you I love him,” I murmur.
She laughs, shaking her head. “Oh, sweet summer child, you think I don’t see the way your face lights up when you talk about him. Or how this is the first time you’re bringing someone home to meet me. Stop playing stupid and just admit you love him.”
I chuckle and sigh. “I do love him, Nana. He’s amazing. He treats me like gold and has even got me enjoying football.”
“Are you sure you’re not dating a wizard?” she questions with a joyful grin. “I feel like it would take real magic to turn someone like you into a sports fan of any kind.”
I laugh along with her. “I thought the same thing. He’s helping heal me, taking away the bad memories and replacing them with good ones. Just like you did when I was younger.”
“He sounds perfect for you,” she notes.
“He is. But he also scares me. He’s an amazing quarterback, and there is a strong possibility he’ll be drafted in April. What am I going to do if he has to move across the country? What if he forgets about me?” I tell her, voicing all my concerns for the first time.
“If he loves you half as much as you love him, that won’t be possible,” she tells me.
I worry my bottom lip but nod. I know I have to put my faith in us, that our love is strong enough to keep us together, but we’re both young, and he’ll have so many new and shiny things thrown at him when he joins the NFL.
What if I’m no longer good enough for him?
“Stop worrying about the what-ifs,” Nana states, reading me like a book. She’s always been good at that. “Love is powerful, don’t doubt it. If I feel like that boy doesn’t love you the way he should, I’ll let you know.”
I chuckle, and the doorbell rings. “I guess you’ll find out soon enough,” I say and rush to let Chase in.
“Hello, gorgeous,” he greets, dipping his chin to kiss me. I think it was meant to be chaste, but it quickly deepens, eliciting lust-filled tingles to explode throughout my body.
“Well, that’s one way to greet someone,” Nana voices, humor in her tone.
I groan and bury my head into Chase’s chest before taking a deep breath and stepping back. “Chase, this is my nana, Annett. Nana, this is Chase, my boyfriend.”
“It’s nice to meet you, ma’am,” Chase says, taking a step toward my nana and reaching out his hand.
She eyes it for a moment but doesn’t return his handshake. “You can call me Netty or Nana, and I’m more of a hugger if that is okay with you.”
Chase smiles and nods. “My mom is the same way,” he replies before pulling my petite grandmother into his arms, making her look even smaller.
“Oh, he’s a good hugger!” Nana notes.
I nod. “His whole family gives good hugs.”
“But mine are the best, right?” he checks.
“Of course,” I assure him with a tip of my chin.
“We were going to order Chinese food for supper,” Nana tells Chase. “It’s a weird New Year’s Eve tradition we started when Gabriel started college. Is that okay with you? Gabriel mentioned you’re on some kind of diet, so I’m willing to stray from tradition if you need us to.”
“Chinese is fine,” he assures her. “I just can’t indulge too much, but a little bit won’t hurt.”
“I’ll make sure to order a variety of things and avoid too many deep-fried dishes,” she says, then walks away to call in the order.
“She’s sweet,” Chase tells me once she leaves the room.
“She’s the best. Without her, I wouldn’t have made it the first couple of years of college.”
“She means a lot to you, doesn’t she?” he inquires.
“She was my world before I met you,” I whisper.
When I look into his eyes, desire is evident but so is love. “Do you have any idea what it means to me when you say things like that?” he asks, and I shake my head. “It drives me crazy. Sometimes I don’t think it’s possible that you could love me as much I do you, but then you say shit like that, and I believe it.”
