Completion (Cambria University Series Book 3)

by Sadie T. Williams

  “Well I Googled this,” she says as she glances away and bites her bottom lip.

  “It’s ok, Stanz. You don’t have to.”

  “No, it’s just I’ve never done this before and I wanted some tips, but the videos that Staley and I saw, um, those penises fit all the way in the girls’ mouths and I don’t think I can do that with…that.” She tilts her chin in the direction of my dick.

  She covers her face with her hands and appears to be completely ashamed. The idea that she Googled it makes me laugh because I did the same thing, well sort of, I got tips from Rollie and she got tips from the internet.

  “Hey, you don’t have to do this at all. And don’t be embarrassed,” I say and take her wrists so she removes her hands from her face. “I asked Rollie for advice. I’ve never done this before either.”

  “But you were so good at it. What if I’m not? What if I don’t compare to the other girls,” her hazel eyes are pleading with me for reassurance. Bedroom Stanzy is way different than everyday Stanzy.

  “Stanz, I’ve never had a blow job. I’ve never had sex. You could be the best or the worst, but either way it’s going to be fucking amazing because I love you.”

  With a nod and renewed confidence, she clears her throat and wraps her hand around the base of my dick. Just with her touch a warmth spreads from core out through my body. Fuck, I want her so badly.

  In what feels like slow motion she leans forward and takes the tip of my dick into her mouth. It is warm and wet, a sensation like nothing I’ve ever felt. I’ve jacked off plenty of times in my life, but goddamn it never felt like this.

  She licks from the base to the tip. Coating it, she takes the entire tip into her mouth and slides me further and further inside until I hit the back of her throat and she gags a little.

  “I’m sorry,” I apologize.

  She shakes her head slightly as if to say it’s okay and continues. Nothing fancy, but its slick and warm, it feels like my body is going to explode from the inside out. I tilt my head down so I can see Stanzy working. I can’t tear my eyes off of her.

  After a short time, shorter than I would ever admit to, I feel my balls tighten and I know I’m going to come soon.

  “Stanzy, you need to stop or I’ll come,” I groan as I fist her hair to slow her down.

  With one last suck she pulls my dick out of her mouth with a “pop” sound like she was sucking on a lollipop.

  “Really? I did it? You were close?”

  “You did and it was fucking amazing. I would have come, but I want more if you’re still ready.” I lift her chin up so she is looking at me. Her hazel eyes tearing into mine with desire.

  “Do you have your gift?” she asks.

  I touch my chest where my gold chain is hanging. “No, the other one,” she says with a shake of her head and laugh.

  I bend down to my pants and take the condom out of my pocket. “Oh you mean this little guy?” I ask as I wave the foil wrapper back and forth.

  “Yeah, that one,” she lets out an adorable giggle before her smile fades and she looks at me with a sincere gaze. “I’m ready, Jess.”

  I open the foil and stare at the slimy condom in my hand. I’ve never used one before, but we had sex ed in school. I know how they work.

  I grab my shaft and look up at Stanzy who is doe-eyed watching this happen. All of a sudden a wave of emotions hit me and I feel like I was just rocked by an earthquake. Love, passion, sadness, fear, excitement are all churning inside of me and I’m overwhelmed.

  Get a grip, Rhodes. I take a deep breath and slide the condom on. Such a strange feeling. It is like a tight, wet, rubber sock on my dick.

  Stanzy scoots up the bed so she is laying with her head on the pillows. I climb my way up to her and she spreads her legs for me to fit between them. I’m bracing myself with a hand on either side of her head, hovering above her perfect body, my tip poised at her entrance. She is heaven on Earth. I look at her for a moment, committing this moment to memory. This is it. We’re doing this.

  I lean down and kiss her gently on the lips. I’m working so hard to restrain myself because I want nothing more than to be inside of her.

  “Go slow, please,” she says as she lets out a breath. Her eyes are glued to the area between our bodies. Mine are glued on her.

  I nod.

  I reach down and grab my shaft to make sure I’m in the right spot. Slowly, I ease into the warmth and the feeling is exquisite. My God, this is heaven. She is heaven. I’m immediately addicted to this feeling, to her.

  I look down at Stanzy’s face and she is wincing. I stop pushing and ask, “Are you okay?” I don’t want to hurt her. I’ve heard my boys talking about taking a girl’s virginity and I know it’s a different experience for them.

  “Uh huh, it just stings a little. But it doesn’t really hurt. Keep going,” she instructs meekly.

  I do as I’m told until I’ve slowly pressed myself completely into her. I can feel myself bottom out so I stop moving.

  I’m lying on top of Stanzy, completely filling her and I’ve never felt this close to another person before in my entire life. The phrase “two become one” is running through my mind as her and I are connected in the most intimate way. We’re joined, linked. From now on we will forever have this moment between us and it was perfect.

  “Still okay? Can I keep going?”

  “Yes, it feels good. Perfect,” she confirms my sentiment.

  I begin moving my hips, slowly sliding in and out of her. She lets out a soft moan and I feel like a fucking superhero.

  “Faster, Jess,” she commands, her voice raspy and needy.

  “As you wish, my love,” I smile and lean down to kiss her. I slide my tongue into her mouth and swallow her soft moans. As I pump faster at her request she breaks our kiss and wails, “Oh my God!”

  I push myself up and start moving in a fast, deep, penetrating rhythm. Stanzy is moving with me, writhing and moaning with each thrust.

  “Oh that feels so good,” she pants and she digs her nails into my shoulders.

  I can feel her insides clench and I think I may actually get her off doing this. Fuck yeah!

  A few minutes later, I can feel Stanzy’s legs start shaking against my hips and suddenly she exclaims, “I’m coming, Jess!”

  With her words I lose it. I can’t hold back anymore. I slam into her harder than I intend and she cries out, “Ohh!”

  But I need to finish, my dick is throbbing inside of her and I need this release. “Baby, I’m going to come,” I warn.

  A few more pumps and I explode inside the condom with a guttural growl of own. A warmth spreads from balls through my entire body and my abs are clenching with my release. I can feel my dick twitching with the final few spurts of my orgasm. Holy fucking shit. That was epic.

  When I’m confident that we’ve both come back down from the high, I slowly pull out and roll off of her body. Collapsing next to her on her bed, I turn to face her.

  “I love you, Stanz.” She is glowing that after sex glow I’ve heard about. Her blonde hair is tousled behind on her pillows, her cheeks flushed pink and her lips swollen from mine. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

  “I love you too, Jess. Thank you for making this perfect.”

  “Thank you for choosing me.”

  I roll off the bed, grab my clothes, pad down the hall to the bathroom, discard the condom and get dressed. When I return to Stanzy’s bedroom she is dressed as well.

  We crawl back into her bed, her head resting on my chest, her fingers playing with my new chain, my hand stroking her hair.

  “This is how I’d always hoped my first time would be.”

  “Me too,” I confirm. I didn’t plan on losing my virginity in high school. But, fuck, if this wasn’t perfect.

  “Together, for as long as we can,” she says and I nod. I wish as long as we can would be forever.

  Chapter 13: Rhodes

  It’s the end of July and the impending announcement
of my college commitment has me stressed beyond belief. Media outlets, coaches, my parents and teammates are all pressuring the hell out of me to commit. The one person not pressuring me? Stanzy.

  She and I have been having sex as often as possible since that first time. I can’t get enough of her and it seems like she can’t get enough of me. We’re addicted to each other. We even researched new positions together and tried them all. She’s so fucking amazing.

  But, my offers expire soon, in fact two coaches have retracted their scholarships, but that’s not what I’m worried about. I have to tell my dad that I’m not going to Georgia.

  *Ding*

  A text from Stanzy. “Hey, baby! See you later tonight?”

  “Yep, almost done with my workout. I’ll swing over after my family thing. You?”

  I still haven’t had Stanzy over to my parents’ house. She’s seen my dad at my games, but she’s never met him. I’m too embarrassed and I don’t want my dad to be, well, my dad in front of her. She’s never pushed the subject given my history.

  “Staley and I are packing a little more.”

  I hate thinking about her packing and preparing to leave me. I’ve never been this dependent on another person, not even on my parents.

  “Did you talk to your dad yet?”

  “No, but-“

  As I’m typing an unknown number from Boston pops up as an incoming call. Woodbury, which is where Cambria is, is a west suburb of Boston. It’s got to be Coach Hayes.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, Rhodes, this is Coach Hayes,” the male’s voice on the other end responds. Called it. Coach Hayes is the head coach of the Cambria University Golden Knights football team and from what I’ve gathered calls everyone by their last names. My number one choice for college and I can’t even be excited about it because of my father.

  Coach has called me several times over the last year and a half, but I haven’t accepted his full scholarship offer yet which I’m sure makes him nervous. If I don’t commit then he needs to find another running back and my decision is long overdue. That is why the coaches from Oklahoma and Texas revoked their offers. They need a guy and I’m dragging my feet.

  “Hey, Coach! How’s it going?” I reply, trying to remain calm. I know he needs an answer, but I don’t know if he can provide me with what I need to make this happen. The more I’ve thought about what I’m going to need to make it work, the more I realize I need to rely on the coaching staff to get me there. I’m going to need certain things that other players won’t and I don’t know if that’s something they can do. It’s an awkward conversation that I’ve been avoiding.

  “Pretty well up north here. How’s your summer? Big birthday next month, right?” he asks. And this is why Coach Hayes is a recruiting god among men. He knows the players he’s recruiting. Their lives, their passions and motivations, even their fucking birthdays. The players I talked to on my visit said they would run through a brick wall for the man many times over. This is the man I want to play for.

  “Yes, sir. I’m actually finishing up in the weight room and heading to the track to get a cardio session in before heading home. I’ve been doing those workouts Coach Arends sent me.” Coach Arends is the running backs coach at Cambria. His workouts are going to get me in prime shape.

  “Atta boy! So, I’m not trying to pressure you, Rhodes, but we need to know your plans. I know you’re a Georgia family. Bred to be red. I get it. But we want you, son. You could do a lot of damage for my squad and we’re building a helluva team up here.”

  “I know, sir.” He’s told me about some of his big time recruits in my class. Brooks McCarthy, the quarterback from Minnesota, being the biggest. Tanner Bateman a huge wide out from Missouri and a hard hitting linebacker from New York, Donovan Blake. These dudes are a solid core from the other twenty-some players he signed.

  “So, like we discussed, I have a full ride for you. Housing, meals, books, the works. Four years. All yours. I just need your commitment to my team, son.” I like that he doesn’t small talk me. He has a goal, I’m a piece of it, and I like that he’s driven to win.

  “Sir, if I can be honest,” I begin. No time like now to just get it out there I guess. I need to do it sometime.

  “I wouldn’t recruit a player who wasn’t, but I have a feeling I may not like this answer. Am I right?” Coach Hayes asks with a tinge of defeat in his voice.

  “No, not at all. It’s just as you said, my family is a Bulldog family. I haven’t exactly had the balls to tell my dad that I won’t be going to Georgia.”

  “So, that means…” he trails off and waits for me to finish his sentence.

  “I want to be a Golden Knight, sir. Consider this my verbal commitment.”

  “Hell fucking yes, Rhodes! This is excellent news. I didn’t think we had a shot at you, but Coach Arends said you’d be worth the wait if we could get you. I know he’s right. Mark my words, son, we will be title contenders in your time here.”

  “I have no doubt, but there is a problem.” How do I tell the guy that I’m going to be disowned for joining his team?

  “What’s that? I’m sure I can help.” I hope so, dude.

  “My family will disown me when I commit. Now before you say I’m overreacting, I can promise you I’m not. We are bred to be red and my father will not stand for me going anywhere except Georgia. He will kick me out of his house and I’ll be cut off financially.”

  “Okay, that’s harsh, son. I don’t want to destroy your family. Are you sure you want this? You want us over your family?” he asks and I can hear the worry in his voice.

  “Yes, sir. I don’t really have a family per se, and I want out of here. Away from this and I want to play for you. When I’m in, I’m all in.”

  “Well what can I do? What do you need from us?”

  “I will need housing year round. I won’t be able to go back home. Is that doable? And I know I can’t work on scholarship or receive money, so I’ll need a meal plan all year too.”

  “I can make that happen, whatever you need. You’re already reserved in Adams House for this coming year. The room is yours whenever you need it. Just give me the word. Students live here all summer taking classes and working on campus. Not a problem. Was that the hold up?”

  “Yes, sir. I didn’t know where I would go when my dad kicks me out.” I have been mentally preparing myself since I realized Cambria is my school. My future. I have no doubt my dad will flip out. He may even hit me again, but I can take it. Cambria is my path to the NFL. I can feel it in my gut.

  “Jessup, you’re a good kid and helluva football player. I will take care of you, I promise.”

  “Thank you, Coach. I’ll be in touch.”

  “See you soon,” he confirms and hangs up.

  ✽✽✽

  Graduation came and went. My family doesn’t celebrate anything because my dad doesn’t believe in it. I don’t know what ruined him, but he’s an angry guy all the time.

  This week though, even though it’s two months late, my sisters travelled home to see me which makes me feel special for a few minutes.

  My parents make a decent living with my dad’s dealership and my mama being a pretty successful realtor, but since Rowen controls the finances we don’t splurge on anything, ever. I didn’t have a graduation party with my friends, but my sisters want to celebrate me tonight. They’re baking me a cake while the boys are grilling something for dinner.

  Over the last few days I’ve been secretively packing my belongings.

  I don’t have much, one suitcase fit all my clothes and I packed a box with some memorabilia from my high schools days. I make sure to pack my State MVP game ball with all my teammate’s signatures on it. That is one thing I never want to lose.

  No one has noticed, mainly because it’s just me in the house now that Rollie is in college, but I figured this way I will be ready make a quick exit when I finally tell my dad.

  After speaking to Coach Hayes, I’m ready to move on from
Peachberry Park, but the thought of leaving Stanzy behind makes my stomach tie into knots.

  My family is gathered in the living room when I return downstairs after my shower.

  Alice is on the couch, my mama and Eliza on sitting in the dining room, the boys are sprawled out around the living room in various chairs or on the floor.

  “Hey, Jess! Come sit,” my sister, Alice, offers and slides over on the couch.

  “Nah, I’m good for now. Smells good, boys,” I say about the smell of food on the grill wafting in from an open window.

  “So, Jess, when are you having your signing with Georgia?” Eliza asks while she paints her nails on the table next to Mama.

  “Well, uh,” I stumble on my words. I was hoping to get through dinner tonight without having to discuss it, but I should have known better. They are all confused why I didn’t sign on National Signing Day. I faked the flu to get out of it.

  “Spit it out, boy!” my dad grumbles from his recliner. “I’m watching Dateline. You have until the commercial is over.” He’s still in dress slacks and button-down shirt from work, the top three buttons undone revealing a white v-neck undershirt. But he looks less like a business professional and more like a homeless man in someone else’s clothes. He’s about nine beers deep judging from his raspy voice and messed up hair. His eyes are red rimmed and his cheeks are flushed from the alcohol.

  He puts the TV on mute. I have three to five minutes to say my peace and prepare for the ugly that will follow.

  “Go ahead, baby,” my mama urges from the dining room table where she is reading a book. Rowen scoffs at her words and the rest of my family has no idea what kind of shit storm is about to rain down.

  “Well, I’ve made my college decision.”

  “We know. Why are you dragging this shit out?” my dad grunts as he takes a swig of his beer.

  I come from a long time of angry, cheating drunks. No one ever talks about it explicitly, but we all know what kind of man my dad is. He assumes that we all just fall in line and do whatever he says and if we don’t, we’re punished or cut off to teach us a lesson. Controlling motherfucker.