by Harper James
This made Jacob moan in my ear. He wrapped his forearm around my waist and pulled me tight to him, an almost crushing grip that allowed him to drive deeper and deeper into me. I’d never felt so possessed, so taken—not even by him–until now, and it was so wonderfully erotic that I leaned into the feelings.
“Use me,” I whispered to him. “Come on. You were good to me, now use me to make yourself feel good.”
Jacob groaned in response, and I felt his cock throb in me. Knowing my words thrilled him made me feel even more confident; I reached for the words he’d asked for days ago. “I’m all yours, Jacob Everett.”
“I’m going to come in you,” he responded almost immediately.
“That’s what I’m for,” I murmured back, and that did it— he came in me, long and hard and powerful, hugging me so tight to his body that I had to squirm to breathe. His heart pounded through his chest, against my back, and he gradually, limb by limb, relaxed. It was another few minutes before he rolled onto his back, pulling his cock out of me as he went.
“You’re very good at THAT, Sasha.”
“At what?”
“At making me come.”
I tried to scowl, though I felt sleepy and wobbly, even lying down. “I sincerely doubt I’m the only girl you’ve come with.”
“I’ve come with plenty of girls— but you MAKE me come. Everything about you does it. I hardly have a choice.”
I smiled at him. “Well. I could say the same about you.”
“See? That was worth missing class for, right?”
I sat up so fast that I actually saw stars. “Oh my god— I’m late!” It was nearly eight thirty— I’d barely make it to the last ten minutes, and that was if I left this instant.
“You’re not late, you’re absent. Is this your fifth one?” he asked. The school had a five absence policy— on the sixth, you were dropped from the course.
“It’s my first,” I said mournfully.
“Oh, well then, whatever. You’ve got four more.”
“I don’t miss class! Ugh. I can’t believe this.”
“Wow,” Jacob said, studying me. “You’re really freaking out.”
“Seriously— I don’t miss class. The only time I ever even missed a class in high school was when I got bronchitis and the flu at the same time,” I said.
“Well, like I said. This was a pretty good reason, right?” Jacob said, laughing a little. When I gave him a dark look, he stopped. “Ok, I promise— I won’t make you miss class again.”
“It’s my own fault. I got excited.”
A smile twitched at the corners of Jacob’s mouth, but he didn’t release it. “Well, I won’t encourage you to miss class again. You know, I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so dedicated to school.”
“Paying for it yourself with tips and minimum wage will do it to you,” I answered. “Plus I want to be able to tell future employers how seldom I’m absent.”
“Definitely not something I’ll be able to do,” Jacob said.
I tilted my head to the side, realizing something. “I’ve never ever heard you MENTION class. Just that you’re majoring in accounting. When are your classes, even? How many are you taking?”
“I take a twelve hour load to stay a full time student. Most of them are in the morning. One’s in a half hour.”
“And you’re not…going?”
“I’m not showing up to class after that North Carolina fiasco. I’m going to lay low for a while. Besides, we all have tutors so we can miss.”
“That’s insane. You’re in college. The point is to get an education.”
Jacob gave me a pitying look, like he couldn’t believe I thought such a thing was true. “The point of college, for me, is to get drafted into the NFL.”
I blinked at him. I knew pro football was Jacob’s ultimate career goal, but to treat college like nothing more than an elongated audition?
“That’s crazy,” I said, shaking my head. “Besides, why not take class seriously, so just in case the NFL doesn’t work out, you’ve got a career? Isn’t it worth at least ensuring you’ve got a backup plan?”
“Do you have one?” Jacob asked.
“Of course! I’m majoring in business, and I’m going to try to pick up the anthropology minor AND do at least one internship so at the very least, I’ve got a resume—“
“Not for that. College was your big dream, right? So do you have a backup plan for if you get thrown out? Did you have one for if you didn’t get in or couldn’t pay tuition?” he asked.
I felt my brow furrow. “That’s different. I knew I could work to pay tuition— it wasn’t up for chance like an NFL draft is.”
“Of course it was. Everything is up for chance. If you’d gotten hit by a car driving to work, you think you’d have been able to bounce back and enroll? No way. Look, I’m just saying: Backup plans are fine and good, but you and I have more in common than you think. We’re both all-in for our goals. We just have very different goals.”
“But Jacob, the NFL is a big deal. And now with this injury—“
Jacob looked away, jaw tight, and I stopped speaking. He already knew what I was thinking, clearly: That his injury might mean the years of training, of work, of abandoning all other goals, might all be for nothing.
“I’m still gunning for the NFL until the day they refuse me,” Jacob said firmly. “And if they do, on that day I guess I’ll be forced to come up with a backup plan.”
I nodded faintly. “I just…it seems really risky, Jacob.” I meant professionally, sure, but also, personally. Football was so tied to who Jacob was— it made him the king, the champion, the Harton hero. It was the reason he had his swagger and his body, the reason he had so much experience with women and had leaned to be a great leader. I supposed he’d still be Jacob Everett without the sport, but it felt like we were talking about cutting out a part of him rather than what might happen if he couldn’t play a sport anymore.
Whoa, I thought to myself. Piper was right. You really do learn that football is life when you go to school here.
“Look,” Jacob said. “Let’s order something to eat. I don’t want to go out, not when there’s still a good chance someone will spot me. We can chill here all day. I’ll send one of the freshmen by your apartment to pick up some stuff for you, if you want.”
“I can’t,” I said.
“Why?” Jacob asked, looking almost offended.
“Because I have another class today, Jacob,” I said.
Jacob sighed heavily. “It’s one day, Sasha.”
“It’s my NFL, Jacob.”
Jacob was quiet for a moment, then smiled at me— a frustrated smile, but a smile all the same. “Fine, fine. Take the car. Go to class.”
I nodded, wondering if Greene would be thrilled to know Jacob had lent out his car. “Before I go though, I need something.”
“What?”
I grinned. “Your phone number. And I’ll trade you for mine.”
13
Jacob was out for four weeks.
I was pretty certain watching the team go on without him— lead by Adams, who was now even more widely considered the upcoming Harton hero— had to sting, but Jacob never wanted to talk about it. I couldn’t blame him; he spent more or less every second of his life focused on football. Now that he was out for four weeks, why spend this painfully stolen time with me discussing it?
And that was very much what our time together was— stolen. We didn’t go on dates or appear in public or sit on the quad together. Jacob would simply pick me up, occasionally, and we’d slip away to his apartment or another alumni condo or, once, to the “Emerald Room” at the alumni resort. It was fun, in some ways, sneaking around— though Piper and Kiersten were impossible to hide from. That was why I was so surprised when they invited me along to a party at Football House one Thursday night.
“Seriously?” I asked, perplexed. I put my textbook down.
Piper shrugged. “I mean, didn’t your fuck buddy
invite you anyhow?”
I didn’t take the bait— I would neither confirm nor deny my relationship with Jacob, thank you very much, and he didn’t invite me because I’d made it very clear that Football House just really wasn’t my thing. “Why are you inviting me, though?” I asked instead.
Things had gotten chilly again between us, and I trusted Piper about as far as I could throw her…with a linebacker on her shoulders for good measure.
Piper sighed dramatically. “I don’t know. Kiersten said we should. Mend fences or whatever. So do you want to come?”
No, not really— but Piper had a point. Maybe going to the party could mend some fences, especially now that Piper and Kiersten, like many of the women on campus, had become focused on Adams (who Jacob reported did have a different girl suck him off before each game— Adams apparently called it a quarterback tradition).
“Yeah, sure. I’ll get ready fast,” I said, and put my book down. I did myself up as quickly as possible, given the irritated tap of Piper’s heel in the hallway. When I finally emerged, I was wearing a lavender sundress with a cute cardigan I’d bought offline. I definitely looked more like a librarian than the other two girls, who looked like cocktail waitresses, but whatever. I liked librarians. And besides, I was the one who’d been learning a book’s worth of new sex positions from Jacob Everett.
Football House was much the same as the first time I’d seen it— though now that nights were a tiny bit cooler (or rather, were warm rather than insufferably hot), more people spilled out onto the deck, the drive, and into the back garden where I had watched Jacob take another girl so many weeks ago. Seeing that spot made me smile, made my stomach twist pleasantly— that girl had him before me, sure, but it was me he’d kept coming back to.
For a moment, I found myself drawn to a fantasy where Jacob bent me over the garden bench, just like he’d done with the other girl; I’d slip my skirt up and we’d be surrounded by the smell of jasmine as he pumped into me—
“There he is,” Piper whispered to Kiersten. I followed their line of sight to where Adams was standing— right by the kegs, leaning against the wall, surrounded by admirers. It was so similar to how Jacob had looked the first time I met him that my eyes widened. Where was Jacob, I wondered— but almost as soon as I thought that, I spotted him outside, near the drive. He was with a collection of people, mostly other football players and a few hangers-on. Jacob was still clearly popular and loved, but it was nothing like the court of admirers he’d once held.
“I’m going to get Adams for this Saturday,” Piper said hungrily. She gave me a wry look. “I hear he’s got an eleven-inch cock, you know.”
“Is that…possible?” I asked. It was a serious question— Jacob’s was already so big, I couldn’t imagine adding another two inches.
Piper laughed brightly. “Yes, but not everyone would have the skill to suck it like me.”
She flounced off toward Adams, sidling in beside him. She clearly wasn’t playing the slow game, like she had with Jacob— I watched her lean in and whisper something in Adams’ ear. He smiled, rose, and lead her away from the porch.
“Wow, nice, Piper,” Kiersten said to no one in particular, looking truly impressed.
“Have you ever had sex with someone that has an eleven-inch cock?” I asked.
Kiersten laughed. “Oh, honey. Of course I have. Honestly, at that point it’s less about the size and more about how he uses it. I’m curious to see if Adams knows how to work that tool. Want to sneak a peek?”
“Um—“
“Oh, come on. It’s just Piper. Besides, at the rate Adams is going, he’ll have had sex with both of us by the end of the month. He’s going to blow past Jacob Everett’s record in no time.”
Frankly, I didn’t want to watch Piper have sex with anyone, but Kiersten was already pulling me down the hall, certain about their destination. And, truth be told, I was curious about how different an eleven-inch cock really was from a nine-inch one. It couldn’t hurt to pry a little, right? I saw Jacob was still occupied with the players down below— he didn’t know I was coming, so it wasn’t like he’d miss me.
“They’ll be in here,” Kiersten said as we went upstairs, down a long hall. A door was cracked and, sure enough, I could hear the sounds of someone moaning inside.
“Damn, he gets right to the point, huh?” Kiersten giggled, then stepped up first to look around the door. From my position, I could see through the space in the door frame between the hinges. It was clearly supposed to be a bedroom, but had been repurposed as something of a library— though all the books on the shelves seemed to be football related. There was a wide couch in the middle, which is where Piper and Adams were.
Piper was on top, naked; Adams was still dressed, save his pants being tugged down. He had a sly smile on his face, and had his hands behind his head, watching her breasts bounce as she rode him hard. Piper’s body was flawless— tanned and toned and entirely unlike mine— and she was sweating lightly from the work.
Adams shifted, suddenly, and turned over; he didn’t move Piper around, command her the way that Jacob did me— the way I liked so much. Rather, he simply repositioned her and kept going, an almost bored look on his face.
“She’s totally faking it,” Kiersten whispered. “I know her faking it face.”
“That is eleven inches though,” a new voice said. Me and Kiersten nearly jumped right into the bedroom where Piper was now most assuredly faking a loud, long orgasm. It was Jenna— the girl from the bar where I had met Jacob a million years ago. She grinned devilishly.
“How long have they been in there?” she asked.
“A few minutes,” Kiersten said cautiously.
Jenna rolled her eyes a little. “I think he’s just trying to get a rise out of Jacob, fucking all his former favorites right here in front of him.”
“Is it working?” I asked.
Jenna shrugged. “You’d have to ask Jacob.” She leaned in closer, studying Piper and Adams. “Yeah, it’s eleven inches, but I’d rather take Jacob’s nine any day. He knows how to use it.”
I blinked at her words.
It was one thing to know abstractly that Jacob was incredibly experienced. But something about hearing Jenna say this— pretty, popular, cute Jenna— made my throat dry. Had Jenna and Jacob had sex? It was possible. I had to know.
“So, you and Jacob have…” I began.
Jenna and Kiersten exchanged a sort of confused glance, then Jenna said, “We were together, for a while.”
“The school’s golden couple. Football star and soccer diva,” Kiersten said.
“Oh,” I said. That’s right— Jenna was one of the athletes. And they’d been in that photo together…
“You two should get back together. You were adorable,” Kiersten went on.
“We’ll see,” Jenna said, smiling. I forced my face to stay blank. I didn’t feel like I had any right to be upset— for starters, no one knew that Jacob and I were anything more than perhaps a hookup or two, and neither of us had even truly confirmed THAT. Plus, even though I was certainly exclusive with him, Jacob and me had never really discussed whether or not we were exclusive. And lastly…this was Jenna. She was tiny and cute and had a million things in common with Jacob. They had a history. They had a relationship.
“I’m going to go get a drink,” I said, and hurried away. Kiersten said something in response, but I was moving too fast to hear it. I wanted to talk to Jacob, but didn’t feel right running up to him in the middle of a party, pelting him with relationship questions.
“You again,” the bartender said as I walked up.
“Me again,” I answered. “Something that looks like it has alcohol in it, but doesn’t, please.”
The bartender’s eyes went wide. “Wait, you aren’t pregnant, are you?”
I scowled. “No, I just don’t want to drink.”
“Respect,” the bartender said, smiling and preparing me some sort of clear beverage in a rocks glass. “Th
e only reason half the people here get drunk is so they have an excuse when they hook up with the wrong person. Which is my nice way of saying I saw Piper go upstairs with Adams, and they’re both in the wrong on that one.”
“They’re having a great time, though,” I said sarcastically, and the bartender laughed.
“That’s bold of Adams, anyway. There’s a rule about stuff like that here. The alumnus that donated this house was one of those backward conservatives— fine with drinking, but sex and drugs aren’t allowed. If anyone reports Adams and Piper, the house goes back to the school.”
“Seriously? Don’t people have sex here all the time? I saw Jacob and a girl in the back garden, the first time I was here,” I said.
“The rules state the house is to be sex-free, not the garden,” the bartender said, waggling his eyebrows.
“Oh. That’s one hell of a technicality,” I said, nodding. I hesitated. “So, you know everything, right?”
“Naturally,” the bartender answered.
“Jenna and Jacob Everett. Tell me about them?”
“Ah,” he said, looking intrigued as to why I was asking all this. “They’re both superstars at their sports. I think they sort of get one another— you know, the athletic thing, the locker room thing, the getting grass stains on your clothes thing. They were off and on a lot, but I think everyone more or less expects them to be on again at some point. Are they on again? Did you hear something?”
“Not really. I was just wondering,” I said.
“Well, let me know. If they’re on again, I want to see Piper’s face when she finds out.”
“I think she’s pretty happy with Adams now,” I said.
The bartender scoffed. “Adams is a poor man’s Jacob Everett, even if the poor man doesn’t know it yet.”
Adams himself came downstairs a few moments later, trailed by Piper, who was grinning— grinning too hard, actually, making it clearly forced. Adams made something of a spectacle of himself, like he wanted to make sure everyone saw where he’d been and who he’d been with.
