The Junior (College Years 3)
I don’t want to dwell on it. What’s done is done. I’m all right. We can move on.
I’d rather focus on her. And us.
“I know you are.” She runs her hands up and down my chest, her fingers bringing my skin—and dick—to life. As usual. “Football is dangerous.”
“It’s safer than it used to be.”
“Sometimes you’re reckless.”
“You only live once.”
“Right. That’s why I need to tell you something.” She pulls away slightly, her gaze meeting mine once more. “I’m uh….”
My lips curl up in a closed-mouth smile. “You’re uhhh…what?”
Those gorgeous eyes of hers well up with tears. “I’m in love with you.”
“Aw babe.” I pull her back to me, my mouth on hers in a quick, devouring kiss. My heart is soaring at her admission, which makes me feel like a sentimental ass. “Why are you crying?”
“I thought I was going to, I don’t know, lose you earlier. This last week you were so distant because you heard what I said—”
“Why did you say that?” I interrupt, needing to know. “To the girls. It’s like you already expected us to be over. As if you weren’t ever really giving us a chance.”
“I’m not good at this relationship shit, you know this,” she says, vaguely defensive. “The moment I said it, I felt like an asshole.”
I don’t say anything. It was an asshole move, but she doesn’t need the reminder. Plus, she’s apologized for it once already.
I’m usually the asshole in these situations, so it feels kind of good, not being one for once. And I’d love another apology, in person this time.
“I’m sorry you had to hear me say those things,” she says, and from the shaky sound of her voice, she’s on the verge of tears. “And I’m sorry for ever uttering those words out loud. I love you, Caleb. I can’t even believe it, but I’m totally in love with you and I don’t know what I’d do without you. Witnessing you get hurt out on that field today was devastating. I…”
Her voice drifts and she is full-fledged crying. I gather her in my arms and offer her comfort by kissing her face and squeezing her tight. She cries for a moment, and I let her get the emotion out. It was an emotional day. It’s been an emotional week.
Thank Christ everything worked out in our favor.
Once she’s calmed down some, I decide it’s my turn to bare my soul to her.
“I’m in love with you too, G,” I admit softly as I drift my fingers up and down her back. “I know I’m kind of a fuck-up and I have no idea what I’m doing with my life, but as long as I’ve got you by my side, I’m pretty sure I can do anything I set my mind to. I need you. More than you will ever know.”
There are more tears, but I can tell they’re happy ones this time around. They still break my heart though and I do my best to kiss them away, my mouth always finding hers. We kiss and kiss, overwhelmed with emotion, exhaustion, happiness. My hands start to wander as they do, and so do hers. She touches my cock, and of course, it’s hard. Eager.
Ready to get back inside her.
“You should rest,” she chastise
s, as she continues stroking me.
My eyes feel like they might cross because she keeps squeezing me. “Can’t rest when you’re touching me like that.”
She sighs, her gaze sparkling. “Fine. Lie back, and I’ll do all the work.”
I do as she asks, my hands folded beneath my head as she races her mouth all over my chest, my stomach. The inside of my thighs. She licks at my balls and cradles them in the palm of her hand, holding me as if I’m something she cherishes.
I know I cherish her. She’s the best fucking person I know.
When she wraps those tempting lips around the head of my dick, I hiss out a breath, losing myself for a few minutes to the sensation of her mouth and tongue working me into a frenzy. Within minutes, I’m ready to explode and she slows down. Releases me completely.
Only to climb on top of me, grab hold of the base of my erection and slowly sink herself onto me, until I fill her completely.