Page 110 of The Wrong Quarterback

“Yes,” I gasped, but just as he thrust forward into my mouth, I came, sparks of light exploding behind my closed eyes as my muscles convulsed with waves of pleasure. I moaned around his dick, my hips fucking against his tongue as he continued to work me.

“Fuck. That was hot,” he murmured roughly…as he somehow worked another finger in my ass.

“I can’t,” I cried, my words lost as his dick surged past my lips, and he began to thrust against my face.

His free hand tangled in my hair, holding me in place as he fucked my mouth.

“Take my cock. Take it. Fuck. Yes, relax. Just a little more. There, that’s it.”

Another inch slipped down my throat. “Yes, yes. You’re my perfect, sweet girl. I’m coming…fuck.”

A few hard thrusts later, and his hot cum was shooting down my throat. My hands gripped his ass as I swallowed as much as I could, ribbons of it dripping down my chin.

And somehow his fingers and tongue continued to work me, never letting up until I was gasping through another orgasm while still trying to drink down his cum.

Parker slowly drew back, sliding his cock out of my mouth and moving so that we were face to face.

“Fuck, that was hot,” he said, giving me a huge, sexy grin. He pressed a scorching kiss on my lips, and it was erotic thinking of him tasting himself in my mouth while I tasted myself in his.

“I love you, baby,” he murmured, pressing his forehead against mine. My breath was still rough, and I was already tired from my two orgasms.

“Mmmh,” I breathed as his tongue once again dipped into my mouth.

I fell asleep listening to him tell me how much he loved me, averysatisfied girl.

“Casey!” Gray’s voice echoed down the hallway as I walked to my next class, a little too loud, and definitely a little too close. My pulse kicked up, and I sped up, keeping my eyes fixed straight ahead. I didn’t need this right now. The last thing I wanted was a conversation with him.

It was like he had some sixth sense about finding me alone, as if he knew exactly when I wasn’t surrounded by people or tucked away somewhere safe from his reach. Even in a place as big as this campus, he always managed to track me down. I kept moving, hoping that if I walked fast enough, maybe he’d get the hint.

“Casey!” he called again, his tone turning sharper, like he was determined. I clenched my jaw and kept my pace, refusing to look back.

“It’s about Parker.” His voice was low but intense, and serious enough that I slowed down at that. I would just hear him out and then hopefully he would leave me alone…for at least a while.

Gray quickly closed the distance, stopping next to me—way too close. I took a step back, wondering how someone who’d once felt like home, now felt like a stranger.

He let out a frustrated sigh as he eyed the space I’d just created between us.

“That girl from that night…the one I kissed…I talked to her.”

I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain to slice through me, like it usually did. But all I felt was betrayal. “Okay, thanks for telling me that,” I told him sarcastically.

“Listen,” he growled, and my eyes widened. “She told me that she’d been sent over to me by Parker.”

I blinked at that, but still, I knew that Parker had been after me, even then. Even if he’d sent her over… “It’s not like he forced you to kiss her,” I said, finishing what I’d been thinking out loud.

“That’s the thing, Case, I’ve gone over that night a million times in my head. I know I was fucking up, but I never would have cheated on you. I never would have! If you really thought about it, too, away from that prick, you would agree with me.” His voice was pleading as he hurried on. “One of my frat brothers remembered that Parker handed me a drink that night. I think…I think he drugged me.”

The words hung in the air—completely absurd. I let out a laugh, shaking my head. “You think Parker drugged you? That sounds insane.” I moved to push past him. “This is ridiculous. I’m not listening to this anymore.”

He grabbed my arm. “Look at this,” he demanded, pulling something from his pocket and unfolding it before holding it out. It was a piece of paper, slightly crumpled, but I could make out the medical logo at the top. “It’s a drug test,” he said, his voicesteady. “I had it done after I started putting the pieces together, and I got the results a few days ago. They found something in my system, somethingIdidn’t put there.”

I yanked my arm from his grasp, refusing to reach for the paper, to even look too closely. “That doesn’t prove anything,” I whispered, feeling a hollow ache settle in my stomach. “It doesn’t mean Parker?—”

“But it’s not the only thing he’s lied about, Casey.” Gray’s eyes bore into mine, unwavering. “You’ve been tutoring him, right?”

I swallowed, not liking where this was going. “Yeah…?”

He took a deep breath, almost as if he didn’t want to say what came next. “Case, you’re tutoring him in a class he took two years ago. A class where he got straight A’s.”

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