Schooling The Quarterback: an m/m college sports romance (GSU), page 17
I dance to nonexistent music, toying with the waistband of my underwear, but instead of pushing them down like I know Chase is expecting, I step forward again, kneeling in front of him.
“My mouth is watering to taste you, baby, but you have to be good and keep your hands on the edge of the bed,” I tell him. He’s quick to obey, so I take his cock in my hand and lick up the precum from his stomach, then the crown of his cock. I hum in appreciation of the taste. “Fuck, you’re delicious.”
I don’t immediately swallow him down. I take my time teasing him and savoring his flavor. I swirl my tongue around the crown, lap at him from root to tip, and even suck his well-groomed balls into my mouth, which causes him to leak even more. I turn Chase into a panting, mewling mess.
Damn, he’s hot like this.
“More, pleeease,” he pleads.
“Do you want my mouth?” I ask, opening my lips and swallowing all of him down my throat and coming right back up again. “Or do you want my hole?” I wiggle my ass, and he throws his head back with a loud, troubled groan.
It’s probably a good thing Rio isn’t home because he would be giving us a hard time later. But even if he were, I couldn’t bring myself to care. I love how Chase is being the vocal one for a change.
“Ass,” Chase grits out, and I smile.
“Do you want to taste me and stretch me with your tongue? Or do you want me to take care of myself while I tease you with my mouth?” I question.
“Please sit on my face,” he begs, wiggling with desire.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.”
While I slide off my boxers, Chase moves to lie in the middle of the bed. His hard cock rests against his stomach, the tip an angry red color from how hard he is, and a sticky puddle of precum is beneath it. The sight makes my mouth water again.
“Get over here and let me taste you,” Chase orders, but I take my time obeying.
“I thought I was in charge?” I question with a smirk. “I didn’t hear a please. Maybe I’ll just stay where I am until you’ve found your manners.”
His cock bobs from my words, and I lick my lips. It appears he likes it when I talk like this, and the heady feeling I’m getting is a high I’d love to feel from time to time.
“Please,” he practically moans out. “Please let me eat your ass.” His eyes are wide, begging me to give him what he wants. It’s a powerful image and has my cock throbbing between my legs. I can’t deny how much we both want this, but I don’t rush over. I take slow, deliberate steps to prolong his anticipation.
I climb on the bed and straddle his face, leaning forward to lap up his precum.
“Finally,” Chase whispers, his breath hot against my pucker.
I wiggle my ass, pressing myself down on him further, silently telling him to get on with it already, and he doesn’t disappoint. His fingers dig into the globes of my ass, and he spreads my cheeks wide before diving right in.
“Yes!” I cry out, my head falling back, and I involuntarily push back on him even more, practically suffocating him with my ass.
“If I’m able to choose the way I’m going to die, it’s going to be like this,” he states before circling his tongue around my entrance.
It feels so good I literally get lost in the sensation. “This is my new favorite kind of cake,” he tells me, then stiffens his tongue and shoves it inside me.
“Gah. Yes. Fuck. More,” I whimper the words out as he eats my ass.
Wanting to give him more pleasure, I take his cock into my mouth, sucking while he stretches my needy hole. Eventually, a finger joins his tongue, followed by another and another. He isn’t taking his time, getting me ready as fast as possible. It’s fucking perfect because I want his cock inside me just as badly as he does.
“Grab the condoms and lube,” he instructs after he’s certain I’m ready.
This time, I don’t scold him for not using his manners because I’m just as needy as he is. I need him inside me so bad it fucking hurts.
Once I’ve gotten the items, I hand the lube to Chase so he can make sure I’m nice and slick, and I rip the condom wrapper open, sliding it on his hard cock.
“How do you want me?” I ask as soon as his fingers slide out of my ass.
“I’ve really been loving you in charge, but I want to fuck you with everything I’ve got,” he tells me.
I bob my head quickly. “Yes, please,” I breathe out and climb off him.
“Get on all fours,” he commands as he stands.
I position myself at the edge of the bed, and he grabs my hip with one hand while using the other to help guide his cock into me. A slutty mewl slips past my lips as he enters me, and Chase growls, the sound vibrating through my body, making me tingly all over.
“I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough of this,” he tells me, pushing his hips forward and sliding into my tight channel one inch at a time.
“So fucking good,” I moan out.
Once Chase is fully inside me, he leans over my body and kisses my shoulder, neck, and ear. “What do you think about getting tested and losing the condoms?” he whispers. “I’d like to see my cum dripping out of your ass one day.”
My cock twitches as the filthy image plays in my head, and I nod, unable to form words.
He stands back up, pulls his hips backward, then slams forward hard. “You’re. Mine,” he tells me, marking each word with a punishing thrust. “You. Belong. To. Me.” His voice is husky, and his breathing is ragged as he uses my body. “And. I. Belong. To. You.” Each word is punctuated with a punishing thrust, his balls slapping against me, the sound echoing with our heavy breaths.
I cry out. “Yes. Yes. Yes. I belong to you. I’m yours, and you’re mine,” I repeat his words back to him as he picks up his pace. His thrusts are still just as hard, but they’re faster now.
Chase puts one foot on the bed so he has a better angle, and he begins to nail my prostate, causing my back to bow and tingles to form deep in my spine. If he keeps this up, I’ll be coming hands-free in no time.
“Just like that,” I encourage him. “Give me everything you’ve got.”
“Fuck!” he shouts, pistoning his hips as fast as he can.
“Yes!” I yell at the top of my lungs then Chase wraps his arm around me and grabs my cock causing me to instantly blow.
My orgasm is so strong that it makes it hard to breathe, move, or even think. Luckily, I don’t have to do any of that because Chase has completely taken control.
My arms are Jell-O and refuse to keep me up anymore, so I fold them under my head. Chase’s firm grip on my hips is all that keeps my legs from collapsing as well.
He continues to stroke my cock and thrust into me, chasing his release as he milks me dry. It doesn’t take long before his hand stills, and he roars, filling the condom. His earlier words have me imagining what it would feel like to be bare with him, for his load to be filling my ass at this moment instead of the sheath of latex.
When Chase lets go of my hips, I collapse onto the bed, not even having the strength to move the smallest amount to miss the pile of cum, but I also don’t care because one of my favorite things about sex with Chase is the way he cares for me afterward.
Chase pulls out of me and ties the condom off, throwing it in the trash can by his bed. While he does that, I shakily stand, pulling the top blanket off and tossing it to the floor to deal with later.
Chase pulls me into his arms and guides me back to the bed. “Give me a minute to feel my legs again, then we can shower.”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” I whisper.
My eyes are heavy like they always are after sex, and sleep quickly tries to pull me under. Oddly enough, it sounds like Chase’s breathing is starting to even out too. It’s not going to be fun to clean the dried cum off my stomach later, but sleep is more important right now.
As I drift off, I can’t help but feel this sense of calmness wash over me. This is exactly where I’m supposed to be—in Chase’s arms.
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHASE
The soft sound of Gabe’s snoring wakes me, and surprisingly, I feel calm again. The anxiousness that was suffocating me earlier is mostly gone. I never fall asleep immediately after sex, but Gabe’s body was the perfect distraction to pull me out of my thoughts, and shortly after, I reached the high of my orgasm, my body finally deciding to shut down for a much-needed nap. And I never sleep better than I do with Gabe in my arms.
I run my hand up and down my sexy nerd’s back. He starts to shift a little, lifting his head to smile at me. “You napped,” he whispers.
I nod. “You wore me out.”
He beams at me and cuddles into my chest, but then he grimaces.
“There’s dried cum all over me,” he grumbles, and I chuckle, loving the light feeling I have once again.
“Let’s clean you up then,” I state, rolling over and climbing out of bed. Gabe does the same and heads straight to the bathroom.
Before I join him, I search for my phone to check the time. My family is supposed to arrive around four so we can go out for dinner before the draft starts. The shower starts as I dig through my clothes and smile when I finally find it. Thankfully, it’s only three, so we have a decent amount of time to get ready.
I still can’t believe I slept for almost three hours. Clearly, my body needed the rest.
“Ready?” Gabe asks from the bathroom door, leaning against it, looking all sexy.
I nod. “I’m all yours, baby,” I say, waggling my brows. “And we’ve got an hour before my parents arrive, so we can take our time.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” he counters. “But if you want a quickie in the shower, I’m not saying no.”
I laugh and smack his ass when he turns around, his little squeak of shock causing me to laugh even harder.
I’m so glad Gabe is in my life. He centers me. I’d obviously be fine in the long run without him, but I don’t want to live that life. I want him by my side forever.
My palms are sweaty as I sit on the couch with Gabe cuddled into me. My family, Lucas, Rio, and a few other friends are also in my living room, ready to watch the draft and find out if I am picked today.
Michigan isn’t picking first this year, but they aren’t the last ones to choose either. They are around the middle, so I just have to pray that the other teams that go before them want other players. Not all teams need a quarterback, so there is a chance they’ll pass on me, and that’s what I’m counting on.
“No matter what happens, we’re going to get through this,” Gabe reassures me.
I love how he’s being my strength today when normally it’s me holding him up. I guess that’s what makes a healthy relationship—giving and taking and being there for the other person when they need you.
Eight o’clock hits, the draft starts, and my heart rate picks up.
We watch the television intently as the announcements start to come in. Lucas should receive a call as soon as I’ve been chosen, just before it’s announced on television. Then, I’ll probably receive a call from the owner shortly after. But that doesn’t stop me from waiting with bated breath as each name gets released.
Time feels like it’s going in slow motion as each team makes its selection, but before I know it, it’s Michigan’s turn, and my entire body goes stiff. Gabe squeezes my hand, and my dad stands behind me to clap my shoulder.
It is as if hours go by as we wait, but it’s only minutes when Lucas’ phone starts ringing, and everyone turns to stare at him.
“Hello?” he answers, then smiles at me. “That’s great news. I’m actually here with Chase right now. I’ll make sure to tell him the good news.”
He says a couple more things, but I don’t make it out because my ears are ringing.
Holy. Fucking. Shit. I’ve been chosen to play in the NFL for the team I’ve dreamed about playing for since I was a little kid. I don’t even register the announcement coming through the television. I am in complete shock.
“Did you hear that?’ Lucas asks me. I shake my head, clearing the fuzz. “You’ve been drafted, son. You’re the newest player for Michigan.”
Everyone in the room cheers, and Gabe pulls me into his arms. “You did it, baby,” he whispers into my ear. “I’m so proud of you.”
My phone rings a minute later, and I answer it as fast as possible. “Hello?”
“Good evening, Mr. Anderson. This is Arnold Denver, the owner of the Michigan Raptors.”
I swallow the ball of nerves that has lodged itself in my throat. “It’s great to hear from you, sir,” I respond, my voice thankfully coming out even.
“Has your agent had a chance to speak with you?” he checks.
“Yes, sir,” I tell him. “I’m so grateful that Michigan has decided to take me on.”
“We’re thrilled to have you. I just wanted to call you and personally congratulate you. We’re looking forward to having you on our team. You’re a talented young man.”
“Thank you, sir,” I say, expressing my gratitude. “I can’t wait to go down there and meet everyone.”
“We’ll be in touch with more details soon, but know that everyone is excited to have you.”
I thank him again, and we say our goodbyes, but it still feels surreal that this is actually happening.
“I’m a Michigan Raptor,” I whisper, still clutching my phone, feeling dazed.
My dad squeezes my shoulder again. Then, this euphoric energy suddenly rushes through my body, and I jump up, pushing my fist into the air. “I’m a fucking Michigan Raptor!” I yell, and everyone cheers again, standing to give me hugs and slaps on the back.
After I’m done hugging my family and friends, I pull Gabe back into my arms and smash my lips to his, ignoring the catcalls ringing out.
My dreams are coming true right now. Not only am I playing for the team I’ve always wanted to, but I’ve got the best possible man by my side. There’s nothing more a guy could ask for.
EPILOGUE
GABRIEL
APPROXIMATELY EIGHTEEN MONTHS LATER
Chase is practically vibrating by my side as we wait for my bar exam results to be posted. I don’t want to sound cocky, but I know I’m going to pass. And it’s more than just being sure of how smart I am. It’s also this gut feeling, which I never trusted before I met Chase. Who needs instincts when you’ve got brains? But Chase is kind of the opposite. He has always trusted his gut and went with the flow, believing everything happened for a reason. I’m still a facts-and-hard-work kind of guy myself, but I’ve also learned to accept life for what it is. Because ultimately, what will be will be, no matter how hard you work or who you pray to.
“Are the results up yet?” Chase asks, his body pressed close to mine as we sit on our couch, my laptop on my knee. I refresh the screen again, but nothing pops up.
“Not yet. You’ve got to be patient,” I remind him.
“You know I don’t do well waiting for results,” he tells me, and I chuckle.
He’s not wrong, but thankfully, he isn’t as much of a nervous wreck as he was for the draft.
The past year has been insane with Chase playing for the Michigan Raptors and me finishing my last year of college and taking the bar exam. Life has literally gone by in a weird blur. Only recently have I felt like I’m able to breathe again.
Chase bought us a house shortly after his first season as an NFL player ended and insisted I move in with him, even though the commute was stupidly long. But I do have to admit that it is nice to spend every night in his arms, and he made the best chauffeur, so the commute wasn’t boring. Those days are past us, though.
Just after I took my bar exam, Chase started training camp, preparing for his second year with the Raptors. He killed it in his first year, and he’s already bringing his A-game to this new season. I couldn’t be more proud of him.
Last year, I attended as many games as I could, but it was challenging to balance everything while still studying my ass off. This year is already better as I’ve been to every game they’ve played so far. I want to support my man as best as I can, and I won’t be able to attend as many away games when I start working, but you best believe I won’t miss a home game.
“Refresh it again,” Chase insists, shoving his shoulder into mine.
I roll my eyes but do as I’m told and gasp when the results pop up.
I passed.
I fucking knew I would, but I’m still a little startled seeing the results right in front of me.
“You fucking did it!” Chase cheers and wraps his arms around me. “You’re going to be the best lawyer ever.”
I hug him tightly. His joy for me radiates off him and envelops me in a warm embrace.
“I’m so proud of you,” he tells me, pulling back to stare into my eyes. “Now that we have the good news, you have to phone my parents, then we can celebrate.” He winks, and my cheeks heat. I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to stop reacting to Chase this way.
Chase doesn’t wait for me to pull my phone out of my pocket, using his to call his parents. I can’t help but laugh at his impatience. Though, he’s probably never going to be a patient man when it comes to wanting to have sex.
The phone rings on speaker, and Hannah answers. “Did he pass?” she asks immediately.
I chuckle. “He’s right here,” I reply. “And yes, I passed.”
Hannah squeals and pulls the phone away to shout at Oliver, telling him the good news. “We’re so proud of you, honey,” she tells me a moment later, and her praise brings tears to my eyes. I never heard those words from my parents. Hannah and Oliver have definitely welcomed me with open arms and have become the parents I’ve always wanted. They are some of the best people in the world.
“Thank you,” I whisper once I find my voice again.
“We’ll see you at the game on Sunday, so be prepared for extra hugs,” she warns me.
My lips turn upward, and I nod even though she can’t see me. “I’ll be ready, but I should probably call my nana now. Thanks for being proud of me.”
