Nothing would ever compare to this, to the feel of him touching me... owning me. I loved it, almost as much as I loved him.
“I want to take my time,” he rasped as he punched his hips forward rocking into me, “but I’m not sure I can.”
“So don’t,” I practically pleaded. We could play afterwards. Right now, I needed to feel him inside me, above me, riding me hard and fast until neither of us knew where I ended and he began.
Jason ripped my panties off; ripped them clean off my body before sinking inside me without warning. We both groaned, his hands tangling with mine either side of my head. “I love you, Felicity, so fucking much.”
“Then show me...” My voice cracked as he pulled out and rocked forward again, sheathing himself deep inside me.
Jason loved like he played football. With complete determination, skill, and confidence. He knew exactly how to play my body, the way he played on the field, and he knew exactly how to make me come every damn time.
“Fuck, babe, nothing... nothing will ever feel as good as this.” He thrust into me again, over and over, splintering my body apart in the best kind of way. Jason kissed like a man starved, dragging the oxygen from my lungs and taking it for himself. One of his hands slipped down my thigh, hitching my leg higher, letting him drive deeper.
“Jason... God...” I breathed, trying to ground myself, but it was too much.
It always was.
“Let go, babe.” He kissed me slower, mimicking the shallow rock of his hips as he drew pleasure from my body.
My legs began to tremble, sweat beading on my skin and slipping down my body. I pressed my lips together, trapping the moan building into my throat. I was so close.
“I can feel you, Felicity, feel you squeezing my dick.” He whispered the dirty words against my ear as I unraveled. “Come for me, babe. Come all around my…”
I shattered around him, crying out his name, over and over.
Jason flattened himself against me, slamming into me with renewed vigor as I rode the lingering waves of pleasure.
His body locked up tight, his jaw tense with concentration as he jerked inside me.
We lay there, silent and sated and I’d never felt happier. We’d had an amazing freshman year together, and now we had three years of living as a couple, in a cute little off-campus apartment a few minutes’ walk away from Penn.
But no matter how happy I was, how madly in love with Jason I was, there was always a little voice of doubt in the back of my mind.
Jason was already Quaker royalty. In one season he had won the hearts of his teammates, coaches, and fans. And now he was captain. He would soon be thrust into the public eye more than ever.
No matter how hard I wanted to believe in the fairytale, the truth was he would always be in the spotlight, and I would always be the girl at his side in the shadows.
But it was something I was just going to have to learn to live with, because giving this up—giving him up—wasn’t an option for me.
Ever.
Felicity
Veterinary medicine was both my dream and nightmare. I loved animals. I loved them with every fiber of my being. There was something about being surrounded by crates of four-legged friends that brought me peace, and it had been at A Brand New Tail in Rixon that my dream to become a vet had been born. However, the truth was, I was barely staying afloat. The course was naturally science-based but I’d underestimated just how hard it would be to stay on top of multiple classes. This semester alone, I was studying general pathology, parasitology, and microbiology.
If I wanted to stay on track, I needed help.
Which is why I’d signed up for the tutor program.
Butterflies zipped around my stomach as I headed for the Hill Pavilion. I was meeting Darcy for coffee nearby and to discuss a schedule. All tutors were fourth year or post-grad students, and I was hoping she could help me keep my head above water this year.
But when I reached the coffee shop, I saw no sign of her. I checked my watch. I was almost five minutes late. Glancing around the place again, I decided to wait by the noticeboard. It was chock full of advertisements for roommates, social clubs, and local bars hosting live music nights.
Someone tapped my shoulder and I spun around. “Can I help you?” I frowned at the guy.
“Felicity Giles by any chance?”
“Um, yeah.”
“I’m Darcy, your tutor.” The guy smiled and my eyes widened.
“You’re Darcy? But I thought...” I stopped myself. How rude and presumptuous I’d been.
His smile grew timid. “You thought I was a girl?”
“Sorry.” My cheeks pinked.
Darcy shrugged. “I'm used to it. Unfortunately for me, my mom had a strange affinity for Jane Austen in her younger years.” He held out his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“That’s... I really don’t know what to say.” My awkward laugh echoed around the high ceilings.
“Shall we?” He motioned to one of the tables. “I already got myself a coffee. What would you like?”
“Oh no, you don’t have to do that. I’ll just—”
“Felicity, relax. I can afford to buy coffee for a pretty girl.” His eyes twinkled.
“I have a boyfriend,” I blurted out. God, this was beyond awkward. I bet he thought I’d lost my mind.
“Good thing I’m only here to tutor you then. What’s your poison of choice?”
“Latte, please,” I conceded. “Cream and sugar.”
He gave me a reassuring nod before heading for the line while I got comfortable at the table. My phone pinged and I dug it out of my bag.
QB#1: Hope tutoring goes well.
Me: Just arrived. Shouldn’t you be practicing, Captain?
I smiled.
QB#1: You can tell Darcy from me that she'd better take care of my girl.
The knot in my stomach tightened. Jason thought Darcy was a girl, just like I had when I pulled one of her—his—tickets off the advert pinned to one of the course noticeboards.
Crap.
He wasn’t going to like this. It wasn’t about not trusting me. Jason had a problem trusting anyone with a dick around me. But it worked both ways. If I knew Jase was getting tutoring from a girl, that he was spending a lot of time with someone who wasn’t me, I’d be jealous too.
It was just the way we loved each other. Deeply. Obsessively. Completely.
Darcy chose that exact moment to return, placing my latte down in front of me. “I didn’t know if you’d eaten or not, so I grabbed two blueberry muffins.”
“I already had breakfast, but thank you.”
“Hey, more for me, right?” His smile was easy, his eyes warm. Darcy didn’t give off creeper vibes. He was nice, friendly, even if a little forward.
“So, Penn Vet, how’s that going for you?”
“I want to say it’s a breeze, but then I wouldn’t be sitting here.”
“Yeah, freshman year can be a shock to the system, but it gets easier, I promise.”
“Why do I feel like you’re sugarcoating the truth?” Our laughter swirled around us. “Thanks, for the latte.” I brought the glass to my lips, reveling in the bittersweet smell of cream and coffee beans.