by Lila Price
The apartment was an exceptionally large studio— another football player perk— and the curtain less windows just beyond the king sized bed overlooked the stadium, which looked like a monster in the dark, completely in shadow save a handful of emergency lights.
“Take off your dress,” Jacob ordered. I smiled, and took the zipper in my hand, let the fabric fall away. I started to turn around— “No,” Jacob said. “Stay there.”
My heart raced as I heard Jacob walk up behind me, then felt his warm hands on my back. He let his fingers dance across my skin, teasing me when he squeezed each ass cheek in turn, rubbing them with his thumb as he did so. Then he reached up and unclasped my bra.
I wanted him to take my breasts in his hands, in his mouth, but he backed away, leaving me desperate for his touch. “Take off your panties,” he finally said.
I couldn’t remember ever feeling so alive, ever feeling so hungry for something. I hooked my fingers on the sides of my panties and slowly, nervously, excitedly tugged them down. At the last moment, a surge of bravery shot through me, and I bent at the waist to lower them to my ankles and step out.
Jacob groaned at the sight, and his footsteps quickened behind me. He grabbed my shoulders, spun me around, and his mouth was on mine, his hands running down my naked body. He lifted me and placed me on the bed, then smiled as he ran one hand up my legs, fingers hard on my skin. He crossed to the inside of my thigh, then—
“Oh,” I whimpered in happiness as his thumb found my clit, and he slid a single finger into my pussy. I felt my body clench around him, eager to hold his finger inside of me. Eager to cum from his touch.
Jacob smiled at me, then rose, standing just beside the bed. “Take my pants off,” he told me.
I reached forward, fumbling nervously with the belt and buttons. I pulled them to the floor and his cock pressed forward in his boxers, tenting them so far that I knew the rumors of his nine-inch cock were true.
“Now the boxers,” Jacob said, almost teasing, like he thought it was adorable he had to guide me.
I bit my lip and met his eyes for a moment, then grasped the elastic and tugged down. Jacob Everett’s cock sprang forward, eager and thick and long, as large as the rest of him, as touch-worthy as the rest of him. I trembled.
“You look a little scared of it,” he said, smiling, tilting his head to the side.
“I am,” I said, panting. How was it possible that I wanted to touch it, suck it, let it into my pussy, let it tease at my ass, even, and yet also run from it?
“Don’t worry,” Jacob said, and climbed onto the bed. I turned underneath him, positioning myself on my back. He took his cock in his hand— as large as his hands were, his cock made them look normal-sized. He leaned over me and positioned his cock at my entrance, then whispered. “I know how to use it. Promise.”
I nodded and allowed him to nudge my legs a little farther apart. I felt his fingers against my pussy lips, then the heat of his cock in the same place, then he was easily, slowly pushing himself into me.
I had heard the horror stories of virginity loss— I was from a small town after all. But this was anything but a horror. Jacob went slow, so slow, easing himself inside, watching my face as he did so, his lips twitching in pleasure. I could feel his cock throbbing, thought it was impossible that he could have any more length to go, but then he’d push again and I was so blissfully, gloriously full of him that I let myself moan long, and loud, and shamelessly.
“That’s what I like to hear,” Jacob whispered, and kissed my neck. “Except let’s see if I can get something a little louder from you, hm?”
I didn’t entirely know what he meant until he began to thrust— no, to fuck me. Jacob Everett was fucking me, and I felt drunk with that knowledge. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as his girth threatened the sides of my pussy, but I was so wet he slid in easily over, over, over again. My feet lifted from the mattress instinctively, to let his cock rub me just right. Jacob noticed and reached down, pulling one leg up to his back. I cried out in pleasure— the change of position let him even deeper into me.
I felt so hot, sweat breaking out on my chest and running down my neck. Jacob, however, barely even looked strained— he was watching me carefully, a slight smile on his face, like his ability to make me feel this way was every bit as pleasurable as being in my pussy.
“I think…I think I’m going to come,” I breathed, though this wasn’t like any orgasm I’d had before. I’d rubbed my clit plenty of times, but this was a deeper feeling, a rising, a smoldering from deep inside me.
Jacob suddenly thrust deep into me and stayed for a half second, then ground against my pussy.
I lost it. A cry, animal and wild and full of pleasure like I’d never known poured from my throat. My pussy tightened around Jacob’s cock, my fingers dug into his back, my hips bucked up against his groin. The orgasm came in heavy, crashing waves, and just as I thought it was over Jacob would shift slightly and it would regain speed, and I’d cry out again, again, again, heart racing, fists clenched, forcing my eyes to stay open so I could meet Jacob, so I could watch him watching me.
Finally, the feeling subsided. Jacob smiled and slowly withdrew his cock, letting it slap against my stomach, wet from my pussy.
“That was amazing,” I panted. I was sweaty, hair stuck to my face, pussy still quivering and tender.
“That was the first one,” Jacob said. Then he reached down and turned me over, easily pulling my body up so I was on my hands and knees. He rose up behind me, placed his hands on my ass, and eased me back toward him.
I whimpered as he entered me; he reached down for my shoulder and began to pump, pulling me to him over and over rather than pushing himself into me. When he let go of my shoulder, I continued to pumped back and forth, fucking myself on his cock, overwhelmed by how different yet how incredible it felt—
Then he reached around me and found my clit with his fingers. I screamed— truly screamed— with pleasure, and I heard Jacob groan my name at the sound. He rubbed faster, I drove my hips back harder, harder, I wanted him so deep in me—
I was going to come again, I realized, and the racing feeling shot through my veins. When the orgasm hit, I went limp, unable to continue thrusting against Jacob’s cock. He realized this immediately, though, and leaned over my body to fuck me harder, harder as I came underneath him, relishing his fingers on my clit, the way he pressed just hard enough to make me feel dangerously close to passing out.
When the orgasm subsided, I collapsed back onto the bed. I wanted to keep going, to get up and change positions again, but my limbs felt wavy and useless.
“That’s two,” Jacob said.
“I won’t be able to come again, not like that,” I said. “But I want you to—“
“Shh. Of course you will,” Jacob said. “We’ve got all night.”
“All night?” I said hopefully.
Jacob smiled and nodded, then leaned down and flicked my nipple with his tongue. “Now,” he said slowly, “I’m going to fuck you till I come. And then we’re going to do it all over again, though perhaps…” he slowed down, then lifted a finger to my lips. Without realizing what I was doing, I opened my mouth and sucked on it. How did I so easily know what to do with him? Jacob watched me for a moment, then finished his sentence. “…there’s some room for variation.”
“Anything,” I said around his finger.
“Oh, Sasha. That’s a dangerous thing to tell me,” Jacob answered huskily.
“Anything. I just want you in me,” I answered, and I meant it, I meant it more than I’d meant anything before, even though the words were strange and feverish.
Jacob grinned, pulled his finger from my mouth, then slid his cock back into me. This time he fucked me quick, with shallow, eager strokes that encouraged me to lift my hips from the bed. His eyes closed from the pleasure, which turned me on so much I found myself saying things I’d never even dreamed of saying aloud.
“Come in me,” I whis
pered. “Please.”
Jacob nodded stiffly— his cock was so hard now, thick and heavy inside me. “Tell me you’re mine,” he said, voice guttural and thick, and for once, there wasn’t his normal sly arrogance in the words— there was longing, there was want, there was need.
“I’m all yours, Jacob Everett,” I whispered.
Jacob groaned and thrust deep into me; I felt his cock pulsing, felt his come warming me, and I cried out along with him at the sensation. He grasped for my body, squeezed me tight to him, and the feeling of being his, of being possessed, of being safe in his broad arms made me arch my back, desperate to keep every inch of him inside me as he came.
He finally released me and rolled to one side, panting heavily. I smiled and wiped damp hair from my face. He turned his head to look at me.
“That’s one,” I said, then swung a leg over to climb atop him.
10
I knew exactly where I was the next morning, even before I opened my eyes.
How could I have possibly forgotten last night?
I lay perfectly still for a moment, taking stock of all I could feel. I was still naked, and worn, soft sheets were draped over my body. I was sore—I was incredibly sore, actually, though it wasn’t an entirely bad sort of tenderness. How many times had we had sex? I knew at least four, but they all blurred together a little, a haze of pleasure and skin and hands and moaning orgasms—
Jacob moved beside me, and I opened my eyes, then turned to see if he was awake, or merely shifting around in his sleep.
“Morning,” he said, smiling sleepily at me. He was lying with his hands behind his head, stark naked. His cock was still something to behold even now, without an erection, and I had to force my eyes not to study it here in the daylight. Jacob noticed— of course he noticed— and smiled brighter.
“How’d you sleep?” he asked as I positioned the sheets around my body, suddenly feeling a little shyer. Perhaps it was the bright morning light streaming in, illuminating the stadium outside— it did Jacob all sorts of favors, muscles casting thin shadows on other muscles— but I wasn’t so sure it would do me any.
“I slept…great. I was exhausted,” I admitted, flushing a little.
“That’s what I like to hear,” Jacob said, then reached for me. I let him pull me toward him, up against his body— he felt like warm stone, and I gingerly looped my arm over his chest, cuddling in beside him.
“Am I really the only girl you’ve ever brought here?” I asked, after listening to him breathe for a moment.
“Of course. That’s what I said, isn’t it?” Jacob said, sounding a little offended that I was even asking.
“Why didn’t you ever bring anyone else back here? I mean, that view? The football fan-girls would love it here,” I said.
Jacob took a breath, considered my words. “I guess you could say this is my most personal place. There’s too much risk that if I bring a girl up here, she’ll want to keep coming back.”
“Oh,” I said, unsure what, exactly, that meant. Was he trying to tell me that this was a one-time thing?
“You tense up when you worry,” Jacob said into my hair, then kissed the top of my head. “Also, when you orgasm. I wouldn’t have invited you up here if I didn’t want you to come back.”
I smiled, then lifted a little so I could look down into his eyes. I had to ask. I had to know. “Was it…er.” I took a big breath, let my eyes wander for a moment, then refocused. Jacob looked curious, a step away from concerned, so I couldn’t just stop now. “Was it good?” I managed.
“The sex?” Jacob asked. I nodded. Jacob laughed. “Did you miss the part where I came multiple times? Of course it was good. It was amazing.” He lifted a finger and ran it from my collarbone to my stomach, letting it drag across the bed sheets; I couldn’t help but glance down when his cock stirred, stiffening at the memory of our night together.
“It was the first time,” I said, letting the words tumble from my lips. I cringed as I heard them, heat rising up to my ears; I pulled the sheets over my head.
“What?” Jacob asked, laughing a little and fighting to free me from my hiding place.
“It was my first time,” I said, trying to be clearer.
“What part? Coming during sex? That’s not going to be good for my ego,” Jacob joked, and finally managed to fight the sheet away from my eyes. I shook my head a little, and Jacob suddenly looked stricken. “It was your first— oh my god. You mean, having sex? You were a virgin?”
I nodded again, and Jacob fell back, putting his hands up to his forehead. He looked almost panicked. “You were a virgin. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want it to be a problem. And I wanted it. I wanted all of it, everything we did,” I said, suddenly worried— I’d expected him to be alarmed, but not to look so…guilty.
“I mean, I would have— we still could have had sex. But if I’d known it was your first time, I’d have been…I don’t know, gentler. More romantic.”
“I thought it was plenty romantic, but that’s not the point— I loved last night. It was amazing,” I said, laughing, trying to calm him.
“It was, but— my god, I fucked you hard, Sasha.”
“And I wanted more,” I said coyly.
“I didn’t hurt you?” Jacob asked, looking unconvinced.
“I liked it. I liked all of it,” I said.
Jacob pressed his lips together, but then shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe I didn’t realize. You seemed so…certain.”
“You brought that out of me, I think,” I said, and eased myself closer to him. I glanced back at his cock, pleased to see it growing harder still. It was hard not to feel a little proud of myself, being able to illicit these reactions from him, inexperienced as I was.
I licked my lips— I’d never given a blowjob before, but I’d managed just fine with having sex last night, hadn’t I? I glanced up at Jacob, who was watching my line of sight carefully, looking cautious but eager.
Someone pounded on the front door— no, multiple someones, so loud that for a moment I thought it was the police or FBI or some other excitable government agency with a battering ram. I jumped backward, eyes wide—
“The fuck are you, Everett? Marcus wants us, now,” a thick, deep voice called out.
“Shit, that’s Greene,” Jacob said hurriedly. He jumped out of bed and sprang for the door, tugging on athletic shorts as he went. Before I could remind him that I was totally naked, he’d swung the front door open, revealing six football players so large they took up every inch of space I could see in the doorframe.
“We’ve been calling for like an hour, man,” the guy in front said.
“Shit, phone must’ve died last night. I was busy,” Jacob said, and spun around. He tore open his dresser and nabbed a t-shirt from the top.
“I see that,” one of the other guys snickered, and I realized they’d noticed me. I had a sheet pulled up around my body, but I still felt myself blush deep scarlet, embarrassed and more than a little horrified that Jacob didn’t even seem to notice or care that all this was happening.
“What’s it about?” Jacob asked, grabbing the wall to balance himself as he slid on a pair of sandals.
“I think he wants to try Adams out this Saturday,” Greene said. I saw Jacob’s jaw tighten, and from the way the other players shifted, I knew that this was a big deal—and recalled that Adams was the other quarterback on the team. It hardly seemed like that big a deal to me. So what if some other guy got to play in a game?
“Come on, man!” one of the guys in the pack urged, and Jacob grabbed his keys and hurried for the door.
“Let yourself out whenever!” he called over his shoulder without even meeting my eyes, moments before the door slammed shut.
I sat there, stunned. In his bed. Where I’d lost my virginity to him. Where he’d taken me, but never another girl. Where I’d allowed myself to think for a tiny, tiny moment, that given how hard he’d pursued me, that he’d lef
t the party for me, that he’d taken me to the pool and here, that maybe I wasn’t another one of Jacob Everett’s many conquests.
I took a few long, deep breaths, willing myself not to cry. I’d wanted for Jacob Everett to fuck me, and he had— I hadn’t gone into it wanting a relationship with him, exactly. What was I so upset about? Hell, if anything, I’d gotten to be the first girl in his bedroom.
Probably the first of many, now that he’s done it, a voice in my head— that sounded annoyingly like Piper’s voice— said.
After all that, after everything, after the way he’d made me feel— the way I made him feel— it’d just been a one night stand.
Whatever. You’ve got class, and you don’t have time for a relationship anyway. Who cares? I scolded myself, and rose to find my clothes.
11
There were worse things, I decided in the end, than being one of Jacob Everett’s one-night-stands. A week and a half later, there was no denying that that’s what I was. Jacob hadn’t called— how could he, when he’d never asked for my number, or I for his? He hadn’t come by my class again, hadn’t sent one of the freshman minions to my door with a singing telegram. He’d simply vanished. Once he’d finally convinced me to pay attention to him, he’d moved on.
Piper and Kiersten had seemed to buy the story I’d told them after sneaking back into the dorm the morning after my date with Jacob. They’d been asleep, and never realized that I’d been out the whole night. When we saw each other, I played it off as though Jacob had in fact snubbed me at the bar, without really having to truly lie. Just talking about the way it had gone in the first few minutes was enough to comfort them with the idea that Jacob had rejected me as easily as they’d anticipated he would.
Since then, tensions in the suite had eased.
It hurt that in a way Jacob had snubbed me in the end, but yes, there were worse things. I shook it off each morning and focused on my classes, papers, essays, on a new obsessive-compulsive type of journaling system that was so fussy it was the perfect thing to launch myself into whenever thoughts of Jacob sprang up.