by Lila Price
“Yeah, but I want you,” Jacob said. The words were bouncy, casual, but still, I felt my muscles tense and my breath catch. I avoided his eyes, waiting for the feeling to pass, and strongly suspected that Jacob not only noticed my reaction, but liked it.
“You tell me something now,” I said.
“It’s a rumor. The thing about girls sucking my cock before games.”
I froze on the sidewalk; Jacob took a few more steps before turning around to face me. “Seriously?” I asked.
“Yep. Though it’s awfully flattering that girls keep trying to get in line for it all the same. Pretty sure I could get a good one, every time, if I wanted—“
“Gross,” I said, waving a hand. “Stop.”
Jacob laughed and we started down the sidewalk again. “Piper is convinced it’s true,” I told him.
“Oh, I know. She’s been working on it for months.”
“Why not just tell her it’s a myth?” I said. “Myth” seemed the appropriate word, given Jacob’s infamy.
“What guy wouldn’t want to be reminded that beautiful girls want to suck him off?” Jacob asked.
“That is so gross.”
“The blowjob itself, or the idea of girls lining up for it?”
“The girls lining up.”
“So you’re fine with blowjobs, then,” Jacob finished, and I turned beet red— both because he’d said that, and because at that very moment, I had to admit that I was quietly thinking about what it would be like to give Jacob Everett a blowjob. I’d never done it before, so I wasn’t entirely sure how to go about it, but that didn’t stop the fantasy from ripping through me. Knowing the rumors of pre-game blowjobs were false made me want to make them true— made me want to do something that made him better on the field—
“But I don’t care about football,” I said, and then realized my words had been said aloud.
“So you told me,” Jacob answered. He stopped. “Well. We’re back.”
I looked around, surprised to discover that Jacob was right. We were back at the Manhattan, which seemed to have gotten infinitely busier while we were gone. Jacob didn’t move.
“Oh,” I finally said.
“But…” Jacob said, as he pulled a key ring out of his pockets. I tensed— he wasn’t going to ask me to his apartment, was he? Just because I’d been thinking about my mouth on his cock didn’t mean I wasn’t totally overwhelmed by the idea of being in his home.
“I could show you something, if you want. Something I promise will be void of football and any further mentions of sexual favors,” he said.
“What is it?” I asked. “And don’t say it’s a surprise. I’ve seen enough 20/20 reports to know better.”
Jacob looked exasperated— he clearly had intended to say it was a surprise— but then said, “I have access to all the athletic buildings on campus after hours, including the pool in the alumni resort.”
“What’s that?”
“That you’ll have to see for yourself— it’s not a surprise. I just can’t explain it. I’m a lowly accountant, remember?” Jacob said. “Want to go?”
I took a deep breath. “Yes.”
The alumni resort was an enormous building that had clearly belonged to someone exceedingly wealthy— like, visiting royalty wealthy— at one time. It had been divided into rooms named after star alumni of the past, specifically, I suspected, those who had donated an insane amount of money to the school. We entered the main doors— no key needed— and brushed past a concierge who nodded and smiled at Jacob, then returned to his phone. I slowed down without entirely realizing it— it felt like I was in a movie. Gold and green decorations everywhere, ornate versions of the Harton Ram mascot on the stair rail, a fireplace with a portrait of the school’s and dozens of tufted leather armchairs surrounding it.
“I forget how nice it all is,” Jacob said, and I turned to look at him. He was smiling, watching me. “I’m used to being here. At this school. On the team. I forget how nice it all is.”
“I don’t see how,” I said, turning back. I heard Jacob exhale and then felt his hand slide over mine. My own fingers were tiny in his, and when I looked down, I realized he easily encapsulated my entire palm.
“Come on,” he said. “It gets better.”
He led me down a grand staircase, then through a spa-like locker room.
Finally, Jacob had a need for his key— there was a sign on the door ahead that said “Pool and Spa Open 6AM-9PM”. Jacob unlocked the door pushed through, guiding me through first.
“Oh my god,” I said, eyes going wide. It was the kind of pool that five star resorts have— salt water, I suspected, based on the cheerful acidic scent. The tile surrounding the pool was, of course, green and gold, and the lights underneath the water made them sparkle like gems. Above them were stars— the pool had a glass, greenhouse like roof and walls, which were surrounded by roses on the exterior, blocking the pool from view.
“I have never in my life stood somewhere this nice,” I said, overwhelmed. I turned to face him. “You can come here any time you want? Seriously?”
“Football star perk,” Jacob said, grinning. “I usually use it to swim laps, honestly. The pool tends to get crowded with fans when I go swimming.”
“Ah, the struggle,” I said, shaking my head, but I couldn’t stop the smile from taking over my face.
Jacob laughed and then sat down on one of the teak lounges. He immediately began taking off his shoes. I watched for a moment, then sat down on the one opposite and removed my shoes as well— it’d be nice to say I’d literally dipped my toes in the pool of wealth and fame.
But then, Jacob stood and stripped off his shirt.
It caught me by such surprise that I simply stared for a moment, first at the act itself, then at him. He looked like a statue, not a person— carved and muscled and smooth like marble. I wanted to drag my fingers along the lines of his stomach, the valleys underneath his hipbones, the place where his chest muscles curved up and met with his shoulders.
Jacob gave me a cocky smile that I almost missed, being so focused on his body rather than his face.
I tried to come up with something to say that would redeem me, but my mind felt empty. This seemed to further satisfy Jacob who, after studying me for a moment, unbuttoned his pants.
“What are you doing?” I asked frantically.
Jacob looked up, still smiling— he was always so damn pleased with himself. “Going swimming.”
“Naked?”
“Is that a request?”
I pressed my lips together. Yes, I most definitely did want to see Jacob Everett naked. But I definitely wasn’t going to say that out loud. When I didn’t answer, Jacob lifted his eyebrows at me mysteriously, then let his pants fall. To both my relief and sadness, he was wearing boxers underneath. He kicked his way out of the pants and then dove into the pool.
“Careful!” I shouted— it was a shallow pool, and my cautious instincts kicked the word from my mouth just before I realized Jacob had made the dive shallow, sending him slipping through the water just under the surface. He did a turn and emerged, glistening, on the other side.
“Coming?” he asked, shaking the water from his hair.
I took a breath. Swimming with a football star in a fancy pool was not exactly something I did on the regular. But Jacob looked so damn beautiful standing there, and I couldn’t deny the excitement, the heat that was kindling in me at the thought of being in the water with him. He was almost drug-like; at that first party, I’d just wanted more eye contact. After our walk, I wanted his hand on mine again. Now, that wouldn’t do— I wanted to be beside him, wanted to let my fingers brush against the muscles of his back.
Besides, bras and panties weren’t all that different than bikinis, right?
My fingers shook nervously as I carefully wrapped my arm around my back and tugged the zipper of my dress down. It went loose around my shoulders; when I looked back to Jacob, I saw he was watching, unflinching, waiting
for the moment the fabric fell away.
I wanted him looking, I realized, and even though the thought embarrassed me, it also elated me. I shrugged my shoulders and my dress slipped down to the floor.
Jacob made a noise— a sort of satisfied, quiet groan. I stepped away from the puddle of my clothing and walked to the staircase that lead into the water. I stepped in cautiously, letting it cool me, though even the water’s temperature wasn’t enough to quench the now steady fire in my chest.
“Come over here,” Jacob said. He was so calm, so steady, and it made me incredibly aware of how jittery I felt. I lowered myself deeper into the water and swam toward him, stopping a few feet away.
Jacob let his eyes wander down my body unapologetically. My first instinct was to cover the areas I was least confident about— my stomach, mostly, which wasn’t nearly as ripped and tight as his. But there was something about the way he was looking at me that made me feel more sure of myself— more certain that he wasn’t judging, but rather, appreciating.
“Closer,” he said, nodding to me. I took a step. “Closer,” he said again. I took another.
“One more,” he said, and this time, it was a question— but not one I wanted to say no to, not when I knew that one step closer would mean my body against his.
I took the step and, almost instantly, Jacob wrapped his arms around mine, able to fully encircle me, trap him among muscles and strength and that sandalwood scent that had intoxicated me at the party so many weeks before.
I let out a small, unintentional moan, and had to stifle a second one when I felt Jacob’s body twitch at the sound. The idea that he was reacting to me the way I was reacting to him felt impossible, almost dream-like, but when I dared to lift my arms and place them against his sides, there was no denying that his breath quickened.
He ran one hand down my back, gently— though even when he touched me lightly, I could still feel his strength, how much power he was holding back— then ran the other up my side, to my shoulder, to my chin, tilting my head back.
He was going to kiss me. He was going to kiss me, and my body began to shake even harder from the want of it. Jacob’s lips curved into a smile— there was no hiding my shaking, not pressed to him like this, though he pulled me even tighter. Close enough to feel his cock pressed against my stomach, harder than any of the muscles in his body.
I stretched tall to bring my lips to his faster, and then we were kissing, his mouth as powerful as the rest of his body, urging me to let go, to let his tongue past my lips. I did, and as his tongue played against mine, I found myself lifting my legs from the water and wrapping them around his waist. I wasn’t entirely certain how I knew to do that— how I was so confident he would lift me higher— but it was like we were connected, programmed to fit each other.
With my legs locked around his waist, Jacob lifted me a touch higher, so that I was taller than him, then moved his hands down to hold me up by way of cupping my ass. I heard myself moan again, a little longer, a little louder, but I felt almost dizzy with the scent and touch and taste of him. He shifted a little, and I felt something press against my clit— he’d positioned me over his cock, only two thin layers of fabric preventing him from pushing inside of me.
Some voice in the back of my mind kept shouting at me, reminding me that I was a virgin, that I had no idea what I was doing— but I did know what I was doing, somehow, almost instinctually. I pressed my hips against his stomach, forcing his cock to run down my lips, making me very aware of just how wet I was— and not from the pool water.
Jacob pulled away from my mouth, but didn’t release my body; he instead ran his tongue down my neck, along my shoulder, where he took my right bra strap in his teeth and slipped it off.
I tensed— no one had ever seen me naked before, not really, but he was going to expose my breast, and—
“Is this okay?” Jacob asked, pausing. His eyes— they were especially gray-blue here in the pool light— were serious, though no less hungry. Something about the question, about being asked, was intoxicating. Someone as strong as Jacob Everett, as powerful, as desirable, was asking permission to…
To what?
It didn’t matter. I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to take me, I wanted him to do things I’d fantasized about, to have me like no one ever had before. To fuck me for the first time.
“Yes,” I breathed. “I’m very okay.”
“Alright,” Jacob said, smiling. “Then here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to suck on your nipple for a few seconds because I absolutely have to have you in my mouth. And then I’m going to carry you over there—“ he nodded to one of the poolside cabanas, draped in flimsy fabric with a large cushion on the ground, “—and I’m going to fuck you.”
I nodded, felt my body twitching, pulsating at the want of him. Jacob smiled again, so sure of himself, then took my bra strap in his teeth again and tugged it down the rest of the way. I felt his warm breath against my bare breast, and gave up on stifling my moans.
Jacob extended his tongue and licked my nipple; it went so instantly hard that it alarmed me. I barely had time to think on this, though, because then he’d taken my nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his teeth, flicking his tongue across the top— his eyes on me the entire time.
“I— I can’t—“ I stammered, though I wasn’t even sure what I meant.
“Can’t what?” he asked around my breast, then moved his hands ever so slightly. It was far enough, though, because now his fingertips were pressing against either side of my pussy, his cock still situated right in the center, pressing harder and harder against my clit with each second.
“Can’t what?” Jacob asked again, and now sucked hard on me, massaging my nipple with his tongue, sparking nerve endings I never even knew I had. I was going to orgasm, I realized, I was going to cum right here in his arms, without him ever even fucking me.
“You’re going to make me come,” I finally said, writhing against him. “I can’t take it.”
Jacob pulled his head back and smiled. “I’m going to make you come more than once, Sasha.” He kept his eyes locked on mine, hypnotizing me as he walked out of the pool and effortlessly carried me to the cabana, dropping to his knees before laying me on my back before him.
9
“Sasha,” Jacob murmured, leaning over me, his body taking up my entire field of vision, muscles and carved features, powerful arms framing me in place. He made me feel so small, and I liked it so much it frightened me. He put a hand on my shoulder, then ran it down the side of my body, hooking his fingers underneath the edge of my panties.
“Wait,” I gasped, though speaking at all was hard. Jacob went still as I caught my breath, squeezed my eyes shut until the pulsing at my center settled. “Do you come here often?”
Jacob looked puzzled. “Was that…a pick up line?”
“No, no, it’s a question— do you come here often? With other girls, I mean?”
“Ah,” Jacob said, and sat up. My legs were still tucked underneath his thighs, and I could see my chest heaving. “I’ve been here with other girls. I’ve fucked other girls here— that’s what you’re really asking, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I managed. I bit my lip, trying not to look at the bulge in his boxers, trying not to reach forward and brush the fabric aside, to see if the rumors about his cock size were true. I wanted him, I wanted him to take me, to make me cry his name, to sink himself into me— but I also didn’t want to be one of his groupies. I knew that at my core, and that knowledge was just powerful enough to fight through my want for him.
Jacob was clearly perturbed, but he took a steadying breath. “Ok. Is the problem the number of girls I’ve been with, or the location? Because I can change the location, but not the number.”
“It’s the location,” I said. The other girls didn’t bother me— in fact, had I been braver, I might have been willing to admit that it turned me on a little, knowing he’d had and could have other girls, but wanted to be in me
. But lying in the same spot where another girl had been, for my first time?
I wanted Jacob to take my virginity, to make me come like he promised, to have me— but not like this. Not when it’d be so easy for him to compare me to another, likely more experienced girl. Not when I’d be one of many.
“Oh, thank god,” Jacob said, and looked genuinely relieved. “Ok. What if I took you somewhere I’ve never taken another girl?”
I bit my lip and nodded. “Quickly?”
Jacob grinned. “Very quickly. Come on.”
He pulled me to standing, giving me just a moment to find my footing before he pulled me to his chest and slid one hand between my thighs, sliding a finger to the side of my panties, teasing my pussy. When I gasped in pleasure, he pulled away, and we both hurried to our clothing. We were dressed in moments, still wet and delirious with pleasure. I barely noticed as we raced out of the resort, down a path, to the apartments that sat across from the stadium— where the football players lived, I knew from my brief time on campus. He was taking me to his apartment—
“You’ve really never had another girl up there?” I asked as we crossed the road, hands wound together.
“Not one. Always been a policy,” Jacob said, casting a bright smile over his shoulder.
I wanted to ask why I was the exception, but wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to know just yet— what if the reason was simply that I wouldn’t have sex with him at the pool? It’d ruin this moment, this intensity, this desire to have him inside me.
He lead me through the lobby, up a flight of stairs, down a hall, and finally to his door. When he opened the door, a wave of freezing cold air conditioner air swam over me, causing my still-damp skin to rise with chill bumps. Jacob paused at the door, then looked back at me, a smoky, daring look in his eyes.
“Go in,” he said firmly, voice quiet.
I took a long, drawn breath, nodded, and walked inside. I could feel Jacob’s eyes on my back, liked knowing that he was staring at my ass. That he was picturing me naked, as I’d pictured him.