Page 13 of QB Keeper
“Put your mouth on me,” he says, and I don’t have to be told twice. I brace my hands back on his thighs and slowly lower down on him. He stays still, letting me explore him with my tongue. I run it along the thick veins, pulling back to the tip and giving a gentle suck. I know he likes the move by the way his breathing stops and his hand flexes in my hair.
I want to make him do that again.
I continue bobbing my head up and down, changing my pace and the amount of suction I have on him. I’m obviouslydoing a good job, because he’s stopped giving me instructions and is just letting me do my own thing. When I abandon one thigh to cup his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze, he lets out a whimper that makes my thighs clench together.
I made him fuckingwhimper.And it was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.
“Holy shit, baby,” he says, barely able to catch his breath. “You’re a natural. Keep doing that. You’re going to make me come.”
I can’t think of anything I’ve ever wanted more than that, so I pick up my pace, continuing to gently flex my fingers around his balls as I suck him. I take him further back into my throat, and when the head of his cock brushes against my gag reflex, I constrict around him. At first, I’m embarrassed because that’sgot to bea turnoff for him. Isn’t gagging while blowing a guy a rookie move?
“Oh, fuck,” he chokes out. “Feels so good when you gag on me.” Surprised, I repeat the motion, making him moan. And when his abs tighten, I know he’s there. Warmth floods my tongue as he comes with a loud grunt. Whatever I was expecting, I was wrong. I thought I would hate it, but the taste of his pleasure, and the fact that I caused it makes my clit begin to throb between my thighs.
I pull my mouth from him, swallowing his load before I wipe the rest that’s dripping from my lips. I can’t help but suck it from my finger, making sure to look up at him as I do it.
“Fuck, Bunny. You’re amazing,” he says on a heavy breath. He reaches down and takes my hand, pulling me up to stand in front of him. Definitely not expecting what happens next, I’m almost knocked off my feet when he grabs my cheeks and kisses me hard. Apparently, he doesn’t care that he just came in my mouth, because he parts my lips with his tongue and pushes it inside. I moan into his mouth, barely keeping myself together, but just as I’m about to beghim for more of whatever he’s willing to offer, he pulls away.
“You did such a good job,” he praises. “I can definitely see myself getting addicted to that pretty little mouth of yours.”
“Really?” I say in disbelief. “I’m not bad at it?”
He huffs an incredulous laugh. “You just sucked my soul out of my body through my dick, Grace. No, you’re not bad at it.” He gives my ass a little pat and moves toward my dresser, pulling out a pair of shorts and a tank top. “Let’s get dressed and get some breakfast. I’m sure all that sucking dick has you famished.” I roll my eyes, allowing him to pull the tank over my head. I go to reach for my top drawer so I can take out a clean pair of panties, but he grabs my wrist, halting me. “Nope,” he says. “I might need more of you later and I want easy access to that sweet cunt.” My eyes go wide at his dirty mouth, but he just chuckles, bending down in front of me so I can step into the shorts. He pulls them up my legs, returning to his full height and placing a gentle kiss on my lips before he wordlessly walks out the door.
Well, fuck.
NINE
TANNER
“You can’t just eata bag of candy for breakfast, Bunny. You need nutrients,” I say, pulling my bowl of oatmeal out of the microwave.
She scoffs. “I’d hardly call,” she pauses, turning the bag of Sour Patch Kids so she can read the back, “twenty-nine grams of carbohydratesinnutritious. That’s eleven percent of my daily value, thank you very much.”
I cock my head to the side, perplexed. “I’m not sure you understand any of what you just said.” This girl is cute as hell and smart as a whip, but she will go toe-to-toe with anyone who tries to separate her from that disgusting candy.
“Sure I do,” she replies, popping a red one in her mouth. “It means I could eat like, eight more bags of these today and still be fine.”
“Riiiiiight,” I say, giving up. This is a battle I know I won’t win. Sitting down beside her at the island, I stir the boring ass food in my bowl and take a bite. Itdoestaste like shit, but eating healthily is a priority right now so my body is ready when we start two-a-days next month. This is my last chance to show the Blizzard that I’m the absolute best choice for their organization. Next April, I can’t imagine any other teamsaying my name at the draft. This has been my dream since the first time I set foot on a football field, and I’ll do whatever it takes to get there.
“What do you have going on today?” she asks, brushing the sour sugar from her hands.
I swallow the almost flavorless mush before speaking. “Hanging out with you. What do you want to do?”
A blush creeps over her cheeks, and I can already tell what she’s thinking. She wants to head back upstairs and fast-forward to the kinky shit. Call me crazy, but I actually like taking it slow. It’s building tension, and when I finally do sink into her, it’s going to be amazing for her. And for me, if I’m being honest.
I know everyone has their own thoughts on what their first time should be like. Mine was forgettable. In fact, I can’t even remember the girl’s name. I was a sophomore in high school, and we were at an away game. It was an overnight trip and some of our guys snuck the opposing team’s cheerleaders into the hotel. One of them was super clingy with me and when she asked to go somewhere private to talk, we went to my room. One thing led to another, and I came in approximately two pumps.
Not my finest thirty seconds.
Grace claims that losing her virginity is the means to an end, but there’s no way I’m just going to go through the motions. I plan on making it special for her even though we aren’t actually together. She deserves to be treated like a fucking princess, and that’s what she’s going to get. That’s why it’s so important for me to spend time with her when we aren’t getting down and dirty with each other.
Believe it or not, boyfriend energy doesn’t come easily to me. I had a couple girlfriends in high school, but as soon as I realized how much time I’d need to devote to football, I decided to be upfront with any of the girls I spent time with. I wanted to make sure they all knew going into our hookups,that I couldn’t offer them anything more than sex and maybe me staying the night after. But once the sun came up, I left and didn’t go back. Sleeping with someone more than once can result in blurred lines and hurt feelings, which I don’t want. Every day, I’m closer to my goal of being in the NFL, and I can’t fumble on this.No pun intended.
But this is different. This is just an arrangement between me and Grace. We’re both very clear on the rules, and we both have a lot to lose if we don’t follow them. First and foremost, Riggs would be pissed at us both. Me, especially. Then, there’s our whole future. She’s going off to college across the country. Tying herself down to anyone is a bad idea when she should be focusing on her career in fashion design. Not to mention, being with a professional athlete is emotionally draining, from what I’ve heard. I’m not even in the pros yet and women still throw themselves at me regularly. Even if I didn’t take them up on the buffet of pussy that’s constantly being offered up, anyone I’m with would have to be at home, worrying every time I walked out the door.
So even if I did, by some crazy stretch of the imagination, want to be with Grace, I could never do that to her. She deserves better, which is why it shouldn’t be hard for me to do this and let her go in a few months, knowing we tried everything she wanted to.
“Want to go to the movies?” she asks. “We can go to the one right outside Boston and see a matinee, so there are less people around to see us together.”
