Schooling The Quarterback: an m/m college sports romance (GSU), page 8
Once his torso is bare, I strip out of my shirt and wrap my arms around him once again, my hands gliding up and down his lean back.
“Wow, how many abs do you have?” Gabe asks, staring at my stomach.
“A solid eight-pack, baby,” I brag with a smirk.
“I must look like a twig to you,” he mumbles, moving to cover his body with his arms, but I stop him.
“Don’t hide from me,” I beg. “I don’t care if you have a ripped body. I think you’re sexy just the way you are.”
He nibbles on his lower lip but slowly nods. “If you say so,” he whispers.
I lick at his lower lip, finally bringing a smile to his gorgeous face. “I do say so. I told you I don’t lie.”
In a swift motion Gabe doesn’t expect, I flip us around so that he is lying on the bed, and I’m hovering over him. Then I lean down to devour his mouth once more. I can’t get enough of this guy. He’s so fucking delicious, and right now, he’s mine.
I grind my hips into his so he can feel my desire for him, even with the current barriers.
“Too… many… clothes…” Gabe pants out, whimpering beneath me. “I want to feel all of you.”
We’re on the exact same page, and my cock throbs in agreement.
I climb off him and undo my jeans as he rids himself of the rest of his clothes at the same time. Once I’m finally free of the confines of my clothes and am standing in front of him, naked as the day I was born, I don’t move. I just stare at the man lying in front of me. He’s so fucking gorgeous like this. His skin flushed with desire, and his hard dick lays against his stomach. He’s a lot larger than I thought he was going to be, and my mouth waters with a desire to devour him now.
“You’re making me anxious,” Gabe murmurs while I continue to take him in.
I chuckle and finally move toward him again, crawling on the bed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you anxious,” I tell him, running my hand up his side, causing goose bumps to erupt on his skin. “I just wanted to spend a minute taking in how fucking hot you are.”
Being naked with Gabe is like a dirty dream come true, and the way he reacts to my touch has my cock throbbing between my legs. I’m going to have to be careful that I don’t come prematurely.
His smile is bashful, and his cheeks are the pinkest I’ve ever seen them.
Slowly, I lean in to kiss him while my hands continue to roam over his sides. As much as I love kissing his mouth, I’m desperate to know every inch of his body, so I move away from his lips, trailing kisses along his jaw to his earlobe that I suck into my mouth. Gabe’s back bows off the bed when I graze my teeth across it, and I smile at how responsive he is.
After another nibble of his ear, I move down to his neck, kissing, licking, sucking, exploring. I take my time making my way down his body until my nose is buried in his groin, breathing in his unique scent. It’s citrusy with a hint of musk. I stick my tongue out to lick him, close to where he wants my mouth but still far away. The saltiness of his sweat clings to my tongue. How does he always taste so fucking good? And if just his skin can have my cock leaking, what the hell is his cum going to do to me?
I’m desperate to find out.
With a turn of my head, I’m lined up with his cock, and I take a long slow lick of him, from root to tip. When I get to the top, I stick my tongue into his slit and groan at how fucking delicious he is.
“Jesus,” Gabe groans out, and I wink at him.
“I’m going to give you the best blow job you’ve ever had,” I promise him. “But make sure you stay quiet. Your sounds are only for me. I don’t need my roommates getting off on them.”
Gabe’s lips part, and his eyelids are heavy with lust, but he nods.
With a smirk, I dive down and swallow him as far as I can take him. His breath hitches when he hits the back of my throat, which only encourages me to try and take more of him in. Relaxing my jaw a little more, I swallow him down, gagging a little, but I know how fucking good that feels on a cock so I’m positive the sexy nerd in my bed won’t be complaining.
I’m sloppy as I blow him, covering him in my saliva. The room is quiet except for the sound of my slurping, gagging, and Gabe’s heavy breathing.
“Damn, you’re good at that,” he whispers in an awe-filled tone. “Even better than my dreams.”
“You’ve been dreaming about me, baby?” I ask, taking a small break to catch my breath.
He blushes again, but most of his body is now a beautiful shade of pink from his elevated heart rate.
“I have been, and I was wondering if we could try something,” he mentions quietly.
I dip my chin, eager to hear what he has in mind. “I’m all ears, baby. What do you want to try?”
“You’re fucking amazing at sucking cock, but I’m desperate to taste you too. I want to feel your cock filling my mouth. I want to know what your load tastes like. Could we try sixty-nining?” he inquires.
His words have my cock dribbling precum against the bedding. Jesus, I wasn’t expecting him to say that, but I’m all for it. “That sounds like heaven. Do you want me on top or you on top?”
It will probably be best if Gabe’s on top because I’m not sure I’ll be able to control myself from destroying his throat if it’s the other way around, but I’ll do whatever this gorgeous man wants. I’ll just have to pray to some kind of deity for self-control the size of a Mac truck.
“Would you mind if I go on top?” he asks.
I smile, moving beside him, thankful I bought the king-size bed. “Whatever you want,” I assure him.
He nibbles his lower lip, then moves to climb on top of me, his gorgeous cock hanging proudly in front of my face. I stick my tongue out to lick the tip, and he lets out a little gasp. But I’m the one who’s groaning like a wild animal as his warm, wet mouth engulfs me, and he takes me all the way down his throat. Holy fucking shitballs. Gabe doesn’t have a gag reflex.
My eyes roll into the back of my head as he swallows, and the already tight channel constricts around my aching dick. “Shiiittt,” I grit out through my teeth.
Gabe’s hips wiggle with what I think is pride, but it also reminds me that I have a job to do. I open my lips and suck the head of Gabe’s crown into my mouth, suckling him briefly, which results in him groaning around me, the vibrations shooting directly to my balls. I’ve never been a two-pump chump, but this man and his very talented mouth are about to make me come quicker than I ever have in my life. Well, maybe not faster than when I was a teenager playing with myself for the first time, but still really damn fast.
Wanting Gabe to come with me, I hollow my cheeks and start to suck him like a hoover. I grip his hips and fight against my gag reflex to take him all the way. I swallow and begin to gag, so I pull back even though I wish I could keep him deep in my throat.
The noises are a little louder, more slurping and gagging, but now they’re joined by muffled moans of pleasure.
My balls tingle, cueing me that I’m about to lose it, so I tap Gabe’s side, alerting him that if he doesn’t want a mouthful of jizz, now would be the time to move, but he doesn’t. In fact, he does the opposite, pushing farther down, swallowing again and again, those last constrictions finally sending me over the edge. I come so hard it’s hard to breathe. However, that also might be the fact that I have a cock in my mouth too.
While Gabe swallows every last drop, he lets go and starts to fuck my face, which I love. It has my spent cock wanting to come back to life again already. Twenty-year-olds are known for their stamina, but that’s extra fucking quick, even for a young guy like me.
Laying back, I let Gabe use me, trying to keep with my sucks and licks as best as I can.
“I-I’m going to come,” Gabe gasps out in warning.
I grip his hips firmly, wordlessly telling him to do it—to fill my mouth with his load and let me have every last drop I’m so fucking desperate for. When I suck him as hard as I can, he finally lets go, and his warm cum coats my tongue. He buries his face into the mattress between my legs, using it to muffle his shouts of pleasure.
This intense pridefulness fills my chest. I fucking did that to him. Me. I got him to lose control. It’s obvious Gabe doesn’t let that happen often, but I was able to push him over the ledge tonight, and I goddamn loved it.
Gabe’s hips jerk, making it hard to swallow without gagging again, but the taste of him and knowing I have this kind of control over him makes it worth it. With one final jolt, his legs trembling, he pulls out, slumping next to me.
“Can I hold you for a minute?” I ask quietly.
Gabe turns around and leans his head on my chest. “You’re a cuddler, aren’t you?” he murmurs.
I nod before kissing his forehead. “Is that a bad thing?” I check, wrapping my arm around his body.
He doesn’t respond right away. His fingers dance through my treasure trail as he lies silently by my side. What is going through his head? Thankfully, he doesn’t leave me wondering for long.
“I’ve never been a touchy-feely kind of guy. Cuddling always felt awkward,” he whispers, his hot breath cascading across my chest. “But it feels nice with you.”
A giant grin spreads across my lips, and I hold him a little tighter because this moment isn’t going to last forever. Part of me wants to ask him to spend the night, but I’m also worried that would be too much too fast for him, and if he said no, the rejection would surely bruise me.
“I should probably get going,” he murmurs after God only knows how long passes in comfortable silence.
“You don’t have to, you know,” I offer.
Gabe pushes his upper body up, and there is a small smile on his lips as he leans in for a kiss. “I’ve never wanted to sleep in the same bed as someone before,” he tells me, his lips moving against mine. “But if I didn’t have a commitment tomorrow morning, I would stay.”
My face hurts from how big I’m smiling, and Gabe chuckles while hitting my chest gently. “Wipe that silly grin off your face,” he complains teasingly, trying to fight his own goofy smile.
“Can’t, you just admitted I’m special. Coming from the guy who was bound and determined that we had nothing in common.”
He rolls his eyes but doesn’t argue.
“Can I see you before Sunday?” I inquire while he moves to put his clothes back on.
Damn, I already miss the feeling of him in my arms. That’s a new one for me. Yes, I’m a cuddler, but usually, when it’s over, it is what it is. I don’t miss the person’s body pressed against mine.
“I’m pretty busy with work, school, my other tutoring students, and my own studies, but we can try to make something work,” he tells me.
I have to fight the urge to fist-bump the air. I still can’t believe I’m winning him over so fast. But I’m not one to look a fed horse in the mouth or whatever the hell that damn saying is.
I throw on a pair of sweats and my GSU hoodie, then grab my car keys off the dresser, earning me a weird look from Gabe.
“What?” I look around, rubbing at my face.
Why is he staring at me like that?
“Why did you grab your car keys?” he asks, leaving my room.
“Because I’m going to drive you home,” I answer slowly, a little confused by his question.
His brows are pulled together, and he looks just as confused as I feel. “Why?”
“Because I drove us here, and you live on the other side of the campus. Were you expecting me to make you walk?” I inquire.
Gabe tips his head from side to side. “Honestly, I’m not sure.”
I step toward him, and he lifts his chin to stare into my eyes. “I don’t know if you’ve dated assholes in the past or you think I’m going to be a jerk because I’m a jock, but I was raised right. So, I’m going to drive you home, and I don’t want to hear any arguments.”
His eyes are wide, and his lips part like he’s shocked at my words, but eventually, he dips his chin.
“Let’s get going then,” I say, tilting my head toward the door.
I make a silent vow to myself as I drive Gabe home that I’m going to show him how he deserves to be treated. I don’t like the insecurities that shadow behind his eyes. If I have to battle his demons for him, I’m willing to do so.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
GABRIEL
There is a dopey smile on my face as I make my morning coffee that won’t go away no matter how hard I try. Last night was fucking perfect. I’ve never had sex that good in my entire life. And the orgasm was even better than the multiples I had thinking about Chase late at night, which were ridiculously intense.
But what threw me for the biggest loop was how my skin didn’t crawl when Chase held me. There was no urge to run away. I actually enjoyed being in his arms and didn’t want to leave. What is it about Chase that makes me feel like this?
“How are you so happy at an ungodly time like this?” Sasha grumbles, his feet shuffling against the kitchen floor.
Normally, I would correct him that it isn’t that early, but today he’s right. It’s four-thirty in the morning. Most normal people are still sleeping, but we’re awake so we can be good citizens.
Once a month, my roommates and I volunteer at a youth center, serving breakfast to kids and teens before they go to school. Only a fraction of the kids we serve breakfast to live at the youth center. The rest are just poor kids who need a helping hand and want a hot breakfast.
When I graduate from law school, it’s kids and families like them I want to help—the people the majority of the world wants to forget about. I considered that being a social worker and lawyer would let me help more people in the long run.
“Why is Gabriel smiling like that?” Victor asks as he and Max enter the kitchen at the same time.
“He’s been possessed by an alien,” Sasha mutters.
“You get abducted by aliens and possessed by ghosts,” I correct him, then pour everyone a thermos of coffee.
“Tomayto, tomahto,” Sasha replies.
“Does this smile have anything to do with the fact that you were very late coming home from your tutoring session last night?” Max checks with a shit-eating grin on his face.
I roll my eyes and sigh. “If you must know…” I pause, and they all lean in more like the tea-thirsty whores that they are. “I had sex with Chase last night.”
All three of their brows shoot sky-high.
“Well, damn,” Victor whispers.
“I’m fucking proud of you,” Sasha declares and pats me on the shoulder, knowing I’m not the biggest for physical affection. Or wasn’t—I don’t mind it now. No, that’s wrong. I still don’t love it unless it comes from a certain quarterback who is quickly worming his way into my life in a manner I wasn’t expecting.
“It was just sex,” I grumble, but my stupid smile remains firmly on my face.
“Maybe, but you’re radiating this joy I’m not sure I’ve ever seen from you before,” Max notes.
“Are you calling me a grump?” I challenge.
He laughs and shakes his head. “No, but you’re controlled. You like things a very particular way and don’t stray from the path you’ve set out for yourself. Ever since you met Chase, you’re changing, which is a good thing.”
I don’t argue with him because he’s right. I am changing, and that scares the shit out of me. The reason I don’t stray from my path is because it’s terrifying. There are so many unknowns when I stray from the path, things I can’t control. I don’t like the unexpected, and this new relationship with Chase is filled with things I won’t be able to predict. In any other situation, that would make me sick to my stomach, but that’s not how I’m feeling right now. I’m exhilarated and excited for what’s to come. Yes, there are still nerves, but they aren’t as debilitating as they usually would be.
“Who’s ready to serve breakfast to underprivileged kids?” I ask after a moment of silence and hand each of my friends a thermos.
“He’s still the king of deflecting,” Victor mumbles with a smirk.
Shrugging, I head to the front door to put on my coat, and the rest of the guys follow. Once we’re ready, we head to Max’s car and make our way to the youth center.
The drive isn’t long, only a half hour at this time of the morning. It will be longer on the way back, but we will make sure to budget our time accordingly so we won’t be late for classes. The entire way, I keep thinking back to last night. The way Chase looked at me with hungry eyes. The way he sucked my dick like he was a starved man. The way he held me like I was a cherished jewel.
I’m going to have to be careful with my heart when it comes to this man. But he promised me he isn’t a liar, and I don’t have any reason not to trust him. Maybe one of these nights, we can talk about what’s happening between us. Am I just a passing fling to him, or is he willing to see where this goes? But where exactly can this go? I’ve done some research on his football stats, and there is a strong possibility he will be drafted into the NFL in the spring. If I let myself fall for him, there is a huge chance my heart will end up shattered, not because Chase is a bad guy but because we’re on two different life paths.
I push the depressing thoughts aside when we arrive at the youth center. There’s no point in dwelling on the what-ifs right now, especially when I don’t know what we are.
A bunch of rowdy, smiling kids greet us when we walk through the front doors, and I wave at the familiar faces before heading to the front desk to sign in.
“Good morning, gentlemen. How are you this fine November morning?” Sheila, the facility coordinator, asks us.
“Cold,” Sasha replies, making her laugh.
“Oh, sweetie, you know this is nothing,” she reminds him. “Just wait until we’re hit with a December blizzard. Then, you’ll be wishing for balmy days like today.”
“Tell that to my shriveled-up balls,” he grumbles under his breath so quietly that I’m pretty sure she doesn’t hear him, which was probably the point.
I shake my head at him but don’t blame the guy for complaining. He’s from California. Their winters are nothing like the ones we experience here. I always wondered why he chose GSU when California has some great law schools, but when I asked him, he told me he wanted a change in scenery. However, his answer didn’t feel one hundred percent truthful, but I didn’t want to pressure him into telling me more. If he wanted to share, he would.
