Quarterback's Virgin

by Ivy Jordan

  “Here,” she stood up. “Come to my room and lay down on the bed. That way I can do it right.”

  “Okay,” I followed her into her room, slipped off my pants, and laid down on my stomach. She knelt down at my side and started easing the tension out of my neck. She knew where to press in, and where to pull away. She dug into the soft places, and kneaded her way down my shoulders, and over my back.

  I could feel my cock pressing up against my boxer briefs. She was moving down my back, pulling at the skin, digging her fingers in. She was intuitive. It was like she knew my body better than I did, and she knew how to work it.

  She moved down my hips, dug into my cheeks, and moved onto my thighs. She spent extra time, adding in the force she needed to soothe the beasts, and ease the tension building up on the sides. I slowly relaxed and melted into the pillow while she moved onto my calves, this time using sharper, harsher movements that left a sweet burn behind.

  She moved back up to my shoulders, filling in the tender spaces. Her touch was sweet, her lips against my neck even sweeter. My pain was melting from the warmth into a soft tingle that gave way to a raging fire as her lips pressed against the space between my shoulder blade, and her fingers began to walk down my spine.

  Her hand fell down my hip, and she grabbed my shaft. The blood rushed straight to my cock, and she pulled her hand down my shaft. Her kisses moved further up my neck and around, behind my ear, while her hand moved up towards the head of my dick. I tensed up and her teeth dug into the sensitive skin behind my ears.

  “Oh,” I sighed.

  She laughed, so I turned over and pulled down my boxer briefs. My cock fell out. She was on her knees staring at it, so I grabbed it by the base and swung it back and forth. Her head moved with it. I turned over, wrapped my arms around her neck, and kissed her. She fell limply into the kiss and wrapped her arm around my neck while my tongue dove through her mouth. I bit down on her bottom lip and pulled my head back.

  “Come here,” I wrapped my hand around my cock and pulled my palm up my shaft.

  Chapter Twenty

  Ava

  I stood up and laid down on the bed next to Channing. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer. His lips caught mine and his breath flowed down my face, warm, as sweet as his tongue pressing between my lips.

  His arm was still aroud my neck, and he pulled his other hand down my side, over my hip. Then he dug his finger into the space between my legs. His finger grazed my clit, and my head pulled back. I sighed. His lips met mine again, and his tongue poured in.

  His fingers were digging in deeper between my legs. One pressed into the space between my lips, and I sighed. He pulled his arm away from my neck and rested his hand on my hip. Pulled it up, over the curve of my hips, and grabbed onto the hem of my shirt.

  I sat up so he could lift it off, then laid back down. He pressed his lips to mine. His kiss was gentle this time. His lips were soft and his tongue slow, pressing between my lips, pulling back. Then he pushed it through and wrapped his arm behind my back.

  His other hand pressed against my chest, and slid down over my stomach. He pushed it down my pants, and dug his finger between my lips. It rested on my opening, and my head pulled back with a sigh. Our lips collided together again, and his breath was flowing over my face, down my neck now. It was a soft burn that rested on my chest, in the space between us.

  He wrapped his arm tight around me and pulled me closer. Then he took his hand out of my pants and reached around to unhook my bra. Our bodies were pressed together. His stomach was resting against mine, his chest pulled away just enough for him to slip my bra off. Then our chests were touching. I could feel my nipples pulling across his skin. He pushed me forward, then rolled me over so that I was laying on my back, and he was resting on one arm, his body looming over mine.

  He was fully naked, stroking his cock, kissing me. He lowered himself so that he was on top of me, and pressed his cock between my legs. It dug up between my lips. His kiss moved lower, down my chin, then my neck. His lips were raining down with his hot breath flowing in, flowing over my chest.

  A wave hit my nipple, and I felt the blood rush in, standing it upright. He met my eyes, and his hand pulled down my chest to cup my breast while his thumb traced over my areola. My voice bubbled out, and he laughed.

  He pulled his body lower, and his cock moved down my thigh. He kissed the top of my neglected breast, while his thumb moved closer to the other areola. He pressed my nipple between his lips, and flicked his tongue across my nipple, back and forth.

  My voice grew louder, then fell away into a sigh. He sucked my nipple in and pinched the other while he lifted his hand and traced his finger down my stomach, then began unbuttoning my shorts. He pulled down my zipper and pushed his hand under my panties. His finger swept up, between my lips, then rested on my clit.

  I gasped, and my head fell back. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. He pulled his lips away from my nipple and kissed a trail down my stomach. His breath flowed out over my stomach as his kiss moved down past my nipple. He pulled away to pull my panties down, over my thighs, down my calves. He pulled my panties away. Then he threw them behind him and fell on me.

  His lips were on mine, and our chests were pressed together. I could feel the sweat on his chest, the moisture on his lips, and his tongue diving through me. His hand traced down my arm, sending up goosebumps with it.

  He rested it on my hip. Then he pushed his hips forward and pulled me closer. His shaft rested on the space between my lips. He swept his hips up, and his shaft slid up my lips. The head of his cock rested on my clit. It was warm and throbbing.

  He pulled his cock away, and I saw him grab it by the base. His tongue was moving back and forth through my mouth. It pulled over my smooth palette, and the tip played over the ridges. He moved his cock down, back away from my clit.

  I saw him gripping the base, pull his hips back, and rest the tip on my opening. His lips were frantic, and my body was throbbing. The pressure flowed through me in a thick ripple that transformed itself into a sweet burn and rested in the space just below my gut.

  He pressed the tip of his cock through my opening and rested it inside. I gasped, and he wrapped his arm around my neck to pull me back into the kiss. The second our lips touched, he slammed through. I could feel his shaft sliding in, and the tip resting against my spot. The jolt pressed his dick in further.

  He met my eyes with grin, then pulled it out so I could look. Then he slammed it in again. Lightning rolled through. The shock took hold, and I shuddered. Something was pressing through between my legs, pulling closer and closer with every thrust.

  At first, it was just a tingle. Then, the heat began to rise, and it became an aching throb, hot and fiery, seething through, sending moisture out. My body was throbbing, pulsing. A ripple passed up my stomach. I gasped, and his lips caught mine again.

  He was pounding through me, back and forth, a feeling so sweet I could get lost in it, and I did. There was no fighting a thing like that. It was growing stronger. Something was coming. His cock was pulling it out. Pressing in past what little resistance I could put up against it.

  He stroked his thumb down my clit, and it exploded in a burst of flame that shot through my body, sending a shudder with it. He was still pressing through, his cock slamming into me. His breath moving faster. The flames settled in a fiery shell that condensed in the space between my legs as it pulled over my body.

  He was moving faster now. His tongue shot through me, and his cock pounded through. He rested it on my spot, and my breath caught in my throat. My head shot back, and a cry erupted from my throat.

  The moisture like lava exploded out, and the heat, seething and writhing, flew up my skin, tearing through everything in its path. My body was on fire, melting, throbbing, aching, and burning. The flames were an ecstatic force that shot through my bones, ate through my muscles and tissue.

  When it was gone, the heat stayed behind, leaving me in
a pile of sweat with my breath racing and my heart pounding. He laid back and seemed to deflate.

  “Sex with you is an art form,” he said.

  “Yeah?” I rested my head on his chest and looked up at him.

  His stomach was rising and falling, and he was staring down at me with a soft smile. “Yeah, it’s wonderful.” His voice was low and tender.

  I pulled my head away and sat up to kiss him. My arm was wrapped around his chest, and I was resting on my side. He was laying on his back with his arm wrapped around my shoulder, and his tongue pressing past my lips.

  When I pulled away and laid back, I felt like I’d been running for hours. “I’ll bet most people don’t get an experience like this their second time.”

  “No,” he rolled over and propped his head up on his hand, “they don’t. You’re lucky.”

  “I am,” I agreed.

  “I like you, Ava.”

  My stomach clenched. “I like you too. You don’t know what you do to me. It’s…”

  “It’s wonderful.” His lips grazed mine. He pressed his head forward, and his breath poured in. Our lips touched, and his hand pulled down my side. He took his time, pressing the tip of his tongue through, turning his head and exploring me with his lips.

  My eyes were drooping now. I felt him pull away and roll over onto his back. I opened my eyes and rolled onto my back, then rested my head on his chest while I looked down at the ridges on his stomach. I traced my finger down the trail of hair leading to his cock and watched the goosebumps pop up behind it. He shivered.

  “I’m not sore anymore.”

  “Good. I’ll bet you were dying.” I wrapped my arm around his chest and let my eyes droop closed. There was a soft, rosy aura surrounding us both. Moments like this were sacred. “My friend told me that you might have a shot at the NFL.”

  “I don’t know,” he said. “I might.”

  “Would you take it?” I asked.

  “I’ll take things one step at a time. That’s a major life decision. You never know what will happen in between now and then.”

  “I think it’s better to take life as it comes. Had I been rigid, and turned you down, I wouldn’t have had a moment like this.”

  “That would’ve been a tragedy,” he said. “Are you glad you waited?”

  “So glad.” I rubbed my hand over his stomach. “It wouldn’t have been the same with some idiot.”

  “I love the way you look when your head shoots back, just before you come. It’s adorable.” He kissed me on the forehead.

  “Twice this time,” I said.

  “I know. Your body just responds to every little touch. It’s amazing.”

  “It’s just you. I want to be close to you.”

  “What are you doing next weekend?” he asked.

  “Nothing. I’m staying home. I figured I’d just rest and study a little bit. Why?”

  “Would you like to spend the weekend with me, just us?”

  “God, that sounds wonderful.”

  “It does.” He lifted my chin and pressed his lips to mine.

  When he pulled back, my head fell and rested on his chest. He caressed my arm while my eyes drooped and we fell asleep together.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Channing

  Ava and I spent most of the next morning kissing and cuddling. We didn’t talk. Words were meaningless when we could say so much with our fingers and our lips. I didn’t want to leave, but I had to get back to the dorm. She walked me the whole way back, and we waited outside as long as we could before we parted.

  After that, I felt like I was walking through a fog, halfway between that moment and the present. I fell asleep and didn’t wake up until the sun had fallen, and my room was completely dark. I got out of bed and checked the time on my phone. Mike had been calling. That must’ve been what woke me up.

  I called him. “Hello?”

  “Hey, what’s up.” My voice sounded tired.

  “Hey, I’m heading out here in a bit. I was wondering, do you have my laptop charger? I think I might’ve left it in your room.”

  I looked around, over the white tile floor, past the wardrobe at the foot of my bed. The room was simple, rectangular, with my bed against one wall, and my desk in the back corner. There was a window on the back wall between them.

  His charger was sitting on the desk. “Yeah, it’s here.”

  “Good, I’m headed over to get it.”

  “But…”

  “I have to get it.”

  “Fine,” I sighed and stood up to find something to wear. Mike was at my door the second I stepped into my pants. I straightened my hair and answered the door.

  He pushed through and grabbed the charger, then took a seat backward on my computer chair. “Dude, what happened?”

  “What are you talking about?” I closed the door and laid back on my bed.

  “You’ve been holed up in here all day.”

  “I was up late studying last night.”

  “You studied after that?”

  “Yes, I did,” I laid back, tired.

  “Well, that’s a change,” Mike said.

  “Yes, I guess it is. Look, Mike…” I sighed.

  “It’s the hot tutor, isn’t it?”

  I wanted to sock Mike and tell him not to call her that, but something stopped me. I couldn’t let Mike know that I was with Ava. If he knew, the other guys would talk, and news of me winning the bet would spread. I didn’t want it to get back to Ava.

  “What are your plans?” Mike asked. “Are you sticking around here this week?”

  “Yeah, I’m gonna study.”

  “The whole time?” he asked.

  “Yeah,” I sat up. “So?”

  “It’s just strange is all.”

  “I’m doing what it takes to pass my classes. I hope you do the same.”

  “I’m trying,” he said. “It ain’t easy.”

  “Yeah, well, get it right. You’re going to your parents’?” I asked.

  “Yeah, pretty soon,” he started to sit up. “I should get going.”

  “Cool, well, have fun.” I led him out into the hall, then locked the door and turned off the light. I was still tired, and I didn’t want to think. I curled up on the bed and threw the blanket over me. Then I wrapped my arm around a pillow. It was almost perfect when the sound of my waterfall ringtone woke me up.

  I sighed, sat up and answered it. “Hello?”

  “Channing, it’s your mother.”

  “What?” I sat up and opened my eyes. “Mom?”

  “Don’t you, ‘what Mom,’ me. I haven’t heard from you in almost a month. What is happening?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Are you passing your classes? I meant to call you soon about that. I worry, you know.”

  “I know. I’m passing.”

  “Good, we put a lot of money into that place. I don’t want it to go to waste.”

  “It won’t.”

  “Were you sleeping? It’s late. You weren’t out partying, were you?”

  “No, Mom.”

  “Are you lying to me?”

  “For fuck’s sake, we had a game last night. I took a nap this afternoon. Now what do you want?”

  “Oh, what do I want?”

  “Yes, I’m resting.”

  “I want you to email me your transcript. Then I want you to apologize for talking to me that way.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Your father wants to see you. Can you be here Friday night?”

  “No, I have to study.”

  “You’re coming.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I miss you, Channing. We don’t spend enough time together as a family. Get your butt down here, and the second you get off the phone, send me your transcript. Are you passing?”

  “Yes, Mom.”

  “Good, how’s your love life?”

  “My—no, I don’t want to talk about that.”

  “Do you have a girlfriend? I’m
your mother. You know you can tell me anything.”

  “Mom...”

  “When are you going to find somebody? You can’t keep screwing everything in sight.”

  “Mom!”

  “I’m just saying, it would be better for you to stick to one girl. If you don’t, you’re going to miss out on a lot.”

  “Don’t do this.”

  “You’re gonna wanna settle down and have a life of your own. You can’t do that if you keep whoring yourself out like you do.”

  “Whoring myself out?”

  “Channing, find yourself a woman.”

  “You know what? I do have one.”

  “Prove it.”

  “Fine,” I hung up and held my head back.

  I was the dumbest man in the entire world. I couldn’t bring Ava there. She’d think I was crazy, and my mother would have a field day. She’d probably get Ava drunk and interrogate her. I’d completely lost my mind, but I couldn’t just walk away from her.

  If I didn’t bring a girl home, my mother would never let me hear the end of it. My dad would grumble behind my back, and they’d hound me about it all weekend. I couldn’t put Ava through this, though. Could I?

  I didn’t exactly have a choice. I dialed Ava’s number.

  “Hello?” she answered.

  “Hey,” I sounded breathless.

  “Hey,” I could hear her smiling.

  “How are you?” I asked.

  “Good, I’m just here at home. I’ve been lounging all day. You?”

  “Same; tired. I didn’t even get out of bed until a few hours ago.”

  She laughed. “Tell me something wonderful.”

  “I wish I could. My mother called.”

  “Oh, that doesn’t sound like a good thing.”

  “It wasn’t. She’s a hassle.” I sighed. “She wants me to go there this weekend.”

  “Oh,” she sounded disappointed.

  “But I want you to come.”

  “Really? That sounds great. Why do you sound all sad?”

  “They’re crazy, Ava.”

  “That’s okay. Everyone’s family is crazy.”

  “No, these guys are, I don’t know. They’re out there. I hope it won’t turn you off.”