The Wrong Quarterback: Chapter 17

I don’t know why I did it. Maybe later I’d claim temporary insanity, but right then, I couldn’t stop myself.

I had to kiss him.

Parker was bent over, already eye level. Between the lock of hair falling across his forehead and the fact that his face was the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen…

And the fact that I was now single…and heartbroken…

I couldn’t be blamed for leaning forward and softly grazing his lips. Just one kiss—to cure this fire that had been burning inside me since the second I saw him…one kiss.

Except he wasn’t satisfied with only that.

“Finally,” he murmured, his hands coming up to tangle in my hair. He brushed his lips against mine again, softly moaning like just that light touch was going to be the end of him.

This…this was what a kiss was supposed to be like.

Like a whisper turning into a shout. Like colors filling an empty canvas. Like a song coming to life under my fingertips.

This was what a kiss was supposed to spark.

It was supposed to make you feel alive.

Parker gently coaxed my lips apart, his tongue slipping into my mouth, tasting me.

“Fuck,” he growled. “I knew it. I knew it would be like this.”

His kiss turned aggressive, his deep, long licks into my mouth, desperate and dominant.

Every time his tongue slid over mine, a surge of lust sped through my veins.

“Parker,” I whimpered as his lips owned me.

“You taste so good, baby,” he said between wild kisses. “I’m done. Ruined. I need this, every day. Fuck.”

Keeping one hand threaded through my hair, moving me exactly how he wanted, his other hand slid down, pulling me against him so I could feel every inch of him, including what felt like a baseball bat pressing against my stomach.

Holy fuck, his dick was huge.

“Stop thinking, Casey,” he whispered, his hand on my lower back yanking me even closer, so my breasts were smashed against his sculpted chest. He sucked on my tongue, groaning as his hand slid further down and gripped my ass.

“Are you going to be a good girl and let me eat that perfect pussy?” he asked roughly, as his lips slid down my neck, licking and biting in a way that was sure to mark me.

I realized I wanted that. Even though this was only for tonight…for this moment…I wanted physical proof that Parker had been here.

“I want your words, baby,” Parker pressed, and all I could do was moan in response. “Say it, Casey. Tell me you want me to lick that pretty cunt.” He bit down in the space between my neck and my shoulder and I cried out again. “I want you to beg for it,” he growled.

“Please,” I gasped. “Please, please, please.”

His hand came between us, gently massaging my breast as his lips went back to mine. He swallowed my whimpers and moans as he pinched my nipple, my shirt and bra doing nothing to dull the sensation. Parker switched to the other one, and my head fell back.

“Look at you, so responsive. My perfect little fuck toy. But I need more,” he rasped, pushing my shirt up and snapping my bra with one hard tug. My breasts tumbled out, and he lifted and squeezed them together as he stared at them. He touched his thumbs to my nipples, softly rolling them around until pleasure was building in my spine, and I wanted to cry because they felt so sensitive.

My breasts were out…in a public place.

And I thought I might die if he decided to stop right now.

“Do you want me to suck on these sweet little nipples, baby?”

Parker continued the slow roll of his thumbs while he licked a long line up my chest, until his tongue was circling my pulse. He bit down, pinching my nipples at the same time.

“Please,” I all but sobbed.

I felt the heat of his mouth, and then it was closing around my nipple, sucking and biting at my tip.

My fingers wound through his hair, holding him there as he scraped his teeth across my skin, soothing away the sting with the slide of his tongue.

He groaned as he switched sides, giving my other breast the same, sweet torture. My panties were soaked, pleasure pulsing between my legs.

“Fuck, I need more,” he said, a deep moan tearing from this throat as he released my nipple with a pop and then sank to his knees.

My eyes were wide as I stared down at the god in front of me. His deep blue eyes seemed to glitter and burn as he pulled on my leggings, pushing them down until I was standing there in nothing but my skimpy panties.

“Yes,” he murmured, pushing his nose against my core and breathing in deeply. He growled and then turned his head, biting down on my thigh until I cried out.

“Wait,” I said suddenly, my clit pulsing between my thighs.

He licked at the indention in my legs before sitting back, his pupils blown out as he glanced up at me, his hair a complete mess from my hands pulling at it.

“What is it, baby? I’ll give you anything,” he rasped. “But I have to eat this fucking perfect pussy.”

I’d never seen anything hotter. This big, strong, perfect specimen of a male, on his knees…for me.

“I—I’ve never done this. I’ve never done anything,” I told him. “I just…wanted you to know.” My breath was coming out in gasps as I watched a slow, sexy grin spread across his face.

His eyes were gleaming in the dim light down here, and there was a heat in his gaze that promised me that I was about to take a wild ride.

And I couldn’t wait.

“Good, then I’ll be your first and your last, Casey Larsen, and I’ll get to ruin you, baby, starting right fucking now.”

My thong was gone the next second, and his hot tongue slowly licked up my slit, like he was trying to taste every single inch of me. I fell back against the bookshelf, the edge biting into my skin.

“Parker,” I cried as he grabbed my leg and pulled it over his shoulder, so I was spread out before him…waiting for him to feast. He pressed me further into the shelf so that I couldn’t move, growling against my core as he licked up to my clit and then circled it slowly.

“Mine,” he snarled, sounding half-crazed as he sucked my clit into his mouth.

Two fingers slid through my wetness before he slowly pushed them inside me.

My cries were echoing in the air as his fingers thrust in and out, his tongue sucking and feasting on my clit.

He pushed my leg out wider as his fingers curled, rubbing up against some magic place inside of me.

I sobbed as he continued to feast on me like he was obsessed, like I was some magical nirvana he’d been waiting his whole life to taste.

Obviously, I wasn’t experienced, but I’d heard enough girls talking about it over the years to know it wasn’t usually like this. Where it felt like the guy was eating you like he was born to do it.

Like he loved it.

Parker slid in another finger, and I cried out again, the sensation of fullness almost too much. My head thrashed around as I tried to center myself, and he laughed softly, sucking my clit even harder as his fingers moved in and out.

“That’s it, baby,” he said in between licks. “Give it to me.”

He slid his tongue through my folds before returning to my clit.

My core tightened, and I whined, crying out as pleasure tore through me. I was belatedly aware of my hips thrusting against his face, but I couldn’t help it. His fingers and mouth continued, pushing me into my first orgasm. It tore through me, so good that I wasn’t sure I’d ever be the same.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted as I rode his face, the stubble on his jaw scratching my inner thighs.

“That’s one,” he said, as he lifted his face from between my legs. There was a triumphant smile on his beautiful lips, now shiny and wet from my cum.

“One?” I gasped, not sure I could actually take another.

But then his tongue was pressing into my core as his hands massaged my ass and brought me closer to him.

“Never tasted anything so good, baby,” he growled…right before his fingers slipped between my cheeks, and he was suddenly massaging my asshole.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The tip of his finger pressed against my hole as his tongue fucked in and out of me…and that was it. I was coming again, sparks seeming to explode in my vision as my senses went into overload.

I was faintly aware that I was pleading with him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as my pussy clenched around his tongue.

My legs gave out, and he caught me, easily holding my body up as his tongue lazily licked through my folds.

All I could do was blink at him as he pulled back and stared up at me. His hair was mussed, his eyes almost feral looking as he slowly lowered my legs and stood up, holding onto me the entire time so I didn’t collapse.

“That was two,” I whispered, almost blinded by his answering smile.

He kissed me, and I could taste…myself. I didn’t know how much I would love it, tasting both of us on his tongue…like part of me was now inside him…and would stay there…even after this night was done.

Parker pulled away, and the look on his face was so smug, I almost wanted to laugh—if I was capable of that at the moment. I was still in a daze from the magic of his mouth. “You’re very proud of yourself, aren’t you?” I finally got out, my voice hoarse from all the noise I’d been making.

Shit. I glanced around, kind of shocked that no one had come down here to see what all the noise was. It must have been pretty soundproof, but still, I was standing here in the library…with my pants down. Who the fuck was I?

“Proud that I convinced you to let me taste the most delicious pussy on the planet…yeah, I’m pretty proud of that,” he growled, leaning in for another bruising kiss.

I pulled away, frantically grabbing at my leggings to pull them up. I was bare-assed against a bookshelf…how long had we been gone? There was no way that it hadn’t been a while. There was no one in the library that wasn’t aware of Parker’s presence tonight. Which meant that they were also going to be aware of exactly how long he’d been gone from that table and in the stacks.

With me.

“I need to go,” I said, desperately trying to tie the front of my bra together since he’d snapped it open. Fuck. It wasn’t working.

“Hey,” he said, stilling my frantic hands. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not okay,” I snapped, patting at my hair because I was sure it was a mess. “Why did I pick the most popular guy in Tennessee for my rebound?”

Parker growled, and then his hand was gripping my throat, holding me in place so I would stop freaking out. His thumb gently pressed on my pulse and a deep, hiccuped breath burst out of my mouth. He pressed against me, his hard length a huge reminder that only one of us had an orgasm tonight.

“I don’t want to ever hear you call me that again,” he murmured in an almost scary voice, each word clipped and steady. His fingers tightened, just slightly, grounding me while my mind spun.

“Call you what?” I whispered.

“A rebound.”

“Isn’t that what you are?” I said, knowing that I sounded like a brat.

He shook his head. “I’m not some temporary Band-Aid, Casey. And I’m definitely not some fuckboy you’re allowed to forget.”

“I need to go,” I told him, pushing on his arm.

“You don’t get to regret this. You don’t get to regret me. I’ll let you run tonight, but get ready for me, baby. It’s go time tomorrow. You let me taste you. There’s no ending to this story where I don’t get it all.”

I gaped at him, because he sounded so serious.

“I’m still—I literally just broke up with someone.”

“Bullshit. You and I both know this was inevitable, the kind of inevitable that gets tattooed on your skin until the day you die. I’m not going to be your rebound, Casey Larsen. I’m your end game.”

“End game,” I breathed, trying to ignore the part in my soul that wanted so badly to believe him. That was just the desperate girl inside me that had lost the one person who’d ever cared about her, and who’d been betrayed by someone she’d loved after that.

That’s all this was.

He released me, stepping back and allowing me to fix my clothes.

I stalked off toward the stairs, and he grabbed my hand before I could go far.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he led me forward, keeping my hand firmly grasped in his.

“Showing you how it’s going to be from now on,” he said in a calm, level voice as he led me down one row and then another, before we got to the stairs.

“Everyone’s going to be looking,” I said quietly, and he grinned back at me over his shoulder.

“That’s what I’m counting on, Casey,” he responded.

And I didn’t have anything to say after that.

Parker held my hand the entire way back to the table, smiling and saying hello to people as if this was all normal. They gaped at us, their eyes locked on where he was gripping my hand. He briefly let me go so I could gather up my things, and then he grabbed my bag, hoisting it over his shoulders as he took my hand once again.

He didn’t try to talk to me as he walked me to my dorm. He led me straight to my door, where he watched as I got out my key and unlocked the door as quietly as I could. Nat had texted me she was going to bed, as it had gotten late.

“I’ll see you first thing in the morning, baby,” he purred, all smiles and hotness as he cradled my face and gave me the kind of kiss that had me wanting him on his knees once again.

It was only later, when I was in bed, reliving every touch, every kiss, everything—as Nat snored softly across the room—that I realized I’d never told him where my dorm room was.

That thought quickly faded, though, in the face of everything that had happened that day, and I slipped into sleep with an actual smile on my lips.

I didn’t think of Gray even once.

The door closed behind Casey as she slipped into her room, and I stood there for a couple of minutes afterwards, just staring at the door. Like if I stared long enough, she’d open it back up.

It was all I could do to force myself to eventually start walking down the hallway…to force myself to walk home. It felt wrong to be anywhere without her.

I’d never thought of myself as having an addictive personality, but it was official. I was addicted to Casey Larsen.

I was also…probably never going to wash my face again.

Breathing in, my eyes rolled back as I caught her smell. I used to think it was ridiculous when guys talked about a girl tasting good. I didn’t mind going down on a chick, but I’d never considered it a good time. It had always been a means to an end in order to get what I wanted.

But I got the hype now. I fucking got the hype.

I was convinced that there was nothing on earth that tasted as good as Casey’s cunt.

The second I stepped out of her dorm, I couldn’t hold it in. I let out a loud whoop, throwing my fist up in the air, not caring who might be watching. Let them look. I felt deranged…insane, and I didn’t care one bit. The grin on my face stretched wide, muscles aching with the kind of happiness I didn’t know you could feel.

This was it. This was what I’d been obsessing about since the moment I’d first seen her in class.

And now I wanted more. I wanted her by my side, in my truck, in my jersey, in my bed, on my dick…I wanted to never be without her. The logistics of that would be difficult, but I’d always liked a challenge.

Every little thing about her was under my skin, from that shy smile to the way her eyes told me everything she was feeling. Fuck. I couldn’t think of anything else that mattered anymore. Everything I did was a means to an end to make her happy, to help build this thing I wanted more than anything else. Every step I took was light, charged, like I had a live wire running through me. I wanted to text her already, just to keep some connection going, as if being with her for hours today wasn’t enough.

I plotted out my day tomorrow, groaning when I remembered practice—the last one before Saturday’s game.

That was another thing I had to plan, making sure Casey was front and center in the stands.

I didn’t want to have to wonder where she was in the crowd. I wanted to be able to look over and see her, to make sure she would know that every great play was because of her.

My dick was still aching, like I hadn’t even orgasmed. She hadn’t noticed that I’d come in my pants—thanks to the performance leggings I was wearing under my black sweats.

I’d never done that before. I’d always had self-control like a fucking king. One taste of her, though, and my cock was exploding.

It was the Casey Effect, I decided, and I wasn’t mad about it.

I’d bring her coffee first thing in the morning. I’d be there after class and for lunch. I’d stick to her side until practice, making sure she didn’t have a moment alone to second-guess this anymore than she already was.

And the second I could, I’d get another taste of her.

Casey Larsen, you’re mine.