"Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't you dare stop, David Cooper," I yell as the first, of what I'm sure will be many more orgasms, rolls through my body. I hold onto his hair as the shivers course through every fiber of my being and I grow as still as a statue. The whole time, David never stops eating me out. In fact, his pace intensifies, and through my orgasm, he's managed to push his fingers inside of me.

He pushes them in until they're knuckle deep inside of me and then he curls them, hitting my sweet spot. He flicks against the spot and my ass shoots up from the couch. I probably would have jumped ten feet into the air if he wasn't holding me down.

"I can't," I mutter over and over. I shake my head as those green eyes of his look up at me, the smirk on his face. I shake my head and he nods. I grab the side of his cheeks and try to force him to shake along with me but I can't fight his strength. I relent and drop back down on the couch, knowing full well that I'm at his will.

"You can," he growls as he comes up for air. He licks my juices from his lips and smacks his lips together like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted. "I never want to leave this." And with that he goes back down, and I reach out for a couch pillow, putting the corner into my mouth.

He starts off slow. Letting me get used to his fingers inside me. Only one hits at my spot carefully. My thighs grip the side of his head and hold him in place. I bite down hard on the pillow when both his fingers start to work. A slew of curse words fly through my head, trying to fight against the temptation. And for a moment, I think that I have it under control. That is, until he combines it all.

It starts off with a flick of his tongue and pluck of his fingers. My mouth opens wide and a moan leaves my lips. Involuntarily, my hand flies to the side and sends the cushion flying across the room.

"No more. No more. No more," I moan. This wild ride has barely started and I already want off of it. I don't have to be a genius to know that it's about to get really bumpy soon. I look into his eyes and shake my head and he nods. I smile, knowing that I'm in the clear. That in a second he'll stop and I don't have to lose my freaking mind.

Of course, that would be too easy.

His hand reaches out and pushes me down onto the sofa. I want to get back up to shake my head at him, but he hits me full force. Two of his fingers hit that sweet spot of mine, and I turn into putty. He sucks on my clit and that's when the whimpers turn into full blown screams.

I crash my hips against his face and dig my nails hard into the couch until I puncture the sides. I shut my eyes tight and little bursts of light explode in the darkness. My ovaries feel like their going to explode as his fingers hit at my spot. And then I give in to it all. And I crash. Over and over.

By the time he pulls away, I'm nothing but a bumbling mess. He hovers over me with the biggest shit eating grin that I've ever seen on someone, taking in his work. I want to tell him that he shouldn't be so happy. That I've had better, but it would all be a lie. And it doesn't help that when I do open my mouth, only whimpers leave my lips.

David nods to himself and pulls down his joggers, unleashing the monster beneath. He opens a drawer by the couch and pulls out a plastic wrapper. He breaks it open and rolls the latex all the way down his shaft. He positions himself between my legs and I can feel his hardness at my entrance. My body starts to shake in anticipation.

I don't know if I can take much more of this. Every bit of me has been worn down. If he fucks me with that massive cock of his, I might actually have a heart attack and die. And then for some odd reason, I start to smile.

At least if I do end up dying, it will be from the best orgasm of my life by a man who finds me perfect.

He pushes his tip at my entrance and that gives me enough energy to turn my head to look up at him. "Are you ready for me?" He grabs my legs and puts them on his shoulders, his fingers digging into my thighs.

"I might die," I whisper to him, but more to myself. I doubt that I will ever fully be ready for him.

There's a look of confusion on his face and I think that he might actually stop, so I reach out, grab his ass, and pull him toward me. Both of our mouths open as he slips into me. He pushes each inch slowly inside of me and lets us both grow familiar with each other's feel. His huge cock stretching my pussy apart. I can feel the slight curve of his cock as he pushes it inside. I wet my lips and try to fight the urge that's telling me to run away before he breaks me.

His nails dig into my thighs, and he kisses my ankles as he slips the last of his cock inside me. We both hold still for a moment and I let myself get used to his length. All of the rumors are true.

He is the Big Jock on campus.

I bite down on my lip.

I know what's coming up next. This part was just the easy part. The next part I'm almost sure will break me.

Why couldn't I just have gone to the gym to get my release like a normal person?

And then I look up at him and I know why.

Because I wanted David Cooper. I wanted the Big Jock on campus.

I'm greedy like that.

I nod my head. "I'm ready."

He nods and pulls out of me until only his tip is inside. He tightens his grip around my thighs and I'm about to reconsider my decision when he drills himself into me. My head bounces off the cushion behind me, the air leaving my lungs, and I turn into mush.

David strokes into me over. And over. And over.

Screams of lust leave my lips. He reaches out and puts a palm on my lips, bringing an index finger to his own. His eyes go to the door and he nods to himself before thrusting back into me.

I lick at his palm and eventually work his finger into my mouth. It gets to the point that when he thrusts his cock into me, I thrust his finger into my mouth. I follow the same rhythm until his face scrunches up and he growls out, "I'm going to come."

I nod my head. I don't know if I'm doing it in agreement or because his thrusts are just forcing me to do it. But I go along with it.

David opens my legs and he falls down onto my chest, his breathing heavy as mine. His thrusts are less rhythmic and he lets out a loud grunt as he pushes into me and unleashes. My own orgasm rolls through me and I run my nails down his back. Both our bodies shake like autumn leaves in the wind.

When it's all said and done, David looks up at me and kisses my chest. He wraps his hands around me and spins me around until I'm on his chest and he's under me. He runs his hands through my hair and listens to the heavy beating of my heart, neither of us daring to say another word. At least at first.

He's the first to break the silence. "Wow." Just that one simple word leaves his lips, and when I raise my head to look into his eyes, I smile.

"Wow indeed," I laugh and press my lips against his chest. I drop my head back down and feel the heaviness of the world around me. David wraps his hands around my tiny body and I listen to his heart.

The soft lull of his heartbeats makes me close my eyes. And like warm milk before bedtime, it makes me drift off into another world.

12.

David "One more minute, Mr. Cooper," Mrs. Rowling crows from the front of the room. I shoot her a quick smile and re-read the list of questions, making sure that every bubble on the exam is penciled in. I wipe my palms on my jeans, take a breath, and pull out of my seat.

I'm the last student in the classroom. Have been for the last thirty minutes. I know that Mrs. Rowling wants to get out of here; the tapping of her shoes announced that to me ten minutes ago. But I don't care.

This test is the last one today. And this test also happens to be the one that counts the most. This is the class that I've had the lowest average in. And it's the last class that I need to bring up before Coach Vaughn will even consider asking Mrs. Dunn to return me to the field.

I take the last step to the front of the classroom, flip the booklet around a couple times, and lay it down on the table. Mrs. Rowling grabs it quickly, just in case I might change my mind. She puts it on top of her pile and is out of her seat before I even turn toward the door.

"When will the grades be up?" I ask, stopping Mrs. Rowling in her tracks. One foot out the door already.

She looks at me, like she's about to yell at me, but instead lets out a sigh. "All I have to do is feed them through the machine. The scores should be up in about fifteen minutes." She gives me the smallest smile that she can muster before she rushes down the hall. Probably afraid that I'll ask another question and keep her hanging around longer than need be.

I shake my head and push through the door. There's a sinking and gut-wrenching feeling in my stomach. The kind of feeling where I know everything is out of my control. The kind of feeling I get when I watch the football spiral through the air in a close game, hoping that one of my receivers will catch it.

I no longer have control over anything anymore. If I don't pass this test, I can't be on the field. And if I can't be on the field then I might as well kiss my chances at the pros goodbye.

"Hey there, handsome." My ears perk up and I bring my head up. Casey is leaning against the wall and she just looks drop dead gorgeous. Her hair is in a tight bun and she's hugging her textbooks in front of her chest. I can't help but smile at how nerdy she looks. "How did the test go?" She comes up next to me and pushes her shoulder into me playfully, nudging me down the hall.

I wrap my hand around her and she nestles her head into the crook of my chest before pulling away. I rub my palms against my face, trying to take away the frustration and feeling of hopelessness that looms inside of me. "I think that I did ok. At least I hope I did."

Casey brings her textbooks higher and rests her chin on them. I swear its the most adorable thing I've ever seen, but I pretend like I don't notice. "I'm sure you did great. When do you find out?" We walk down the stairs and we bump into each other every other step, stealing not so subtle glances at each other.

I look at my phone. "The grades should be up by the time I get to my room." We walk outside the building into the cold autumn air. Casey brings her scarf up and covers that bitable neck of hers, leaving me staring at those lush lips. She's wearing a soft pink gloss over them that shimmers every time the sun catches them.

I run my tongue along my lips. It's like her lips are calling out to me and I'm like a mosquito attracted by the light. I see her shiver and bring my arm around her, holding her against me. There are only a couple students brave enough to be outside in this howling wind, but each of them look our way. There's no doubt that this will be all over campus by the end of the day.

Big Jock and the Tutor.

But I couldn't care less. Casey and I have gotten so much closer over the last couple weeks, ever since our first night together. We haven't been able to keep our hands off each other. We try to do our best not to put too much on display. Casey doesn't want any trouble from Mrs. Dunn, and I don't need Coach Vaughn thinking that I'm just sleeping with the tutor to get better grades.

I reach into my pocket and grab my keys. With a shaking hand, I guide them to my lock, missing the small keyhole. Casey smiles up at me, takes my hand, and grips it tight. She doesn't say anything. She doesn't need to. I understand her loud and clear.

I open the door and throw my backpack onto the couch, going straight for the fridge to get something to drink. Casey rushes to my computer at the corner of the room. "Can you check them for me?" I shout from the kitchen.

"Already ahead of you." She laughs and I can hear the rapid click of the mouse from across the apartment. I close my eyes, take a gulp of cold water, and wait for the news. Except I don't hear anything.

I listen to the hum of my fridge and grip the side of the counter. Never in my life have I felt this way before. Not even in the worst football games in my life. I don't like this feeling at all.

And then a squeal breaks through the silence. I rush out of the kitchen to see Casey jumping up and down on the couch. I walk toward her and she jumps toward me. I catch her in my arms and she wraps her legs and arms around me in an instant. She plants those succulent lips of hers on mine, and for a second, I forget all about the test. All of my brain power rushes to wake up the sleeping giant between my legs. I'm about to peel every bit of clothing off her when she bounces out of my hands.

"You passed. You passed!" She points at the screen and I rush to the table, nearly tripping over my backpack on the floor. "And you brought up your average score." She claps her hands together excitedly and I stumble back into the couch, overwhelming relief surging through me.

All my hard work paid off. I managed to get my shit together and actually pass all of my tests. I wipe the sweat off my brow and reach for her. I grab hold of her wrist and pull her into me, that plump ass of hers sitting right on my crotch. She rubs her cheeks against mine and looks up at me with those dark ocean eyes. She looks into my eyes first and then to my lips, biting down on her bottom one.

I still can't believe that she's all mine. And that I get to kiss those lips of hers.

I bring a hand to either side of her cheeks and push them together, making her lips pout. I give her a quick kiss before she shakes her head from my hands. "Don't do that. It makes me look fat," she pouts before I lay another kiss on her, letting my tongue flick against hers.

"I think it makes you look cute," I answer and unravel the scarf around her neck, showering her with small pecks. She starts to laugh and push her head into mine. "I wanted to say thank you."

She stops laughing and looks at me, clearly confused. "Thank you for what?"

I run my hand down the side of her arm and let the rush of electricity courses through my skin. "I couldn't have passed those tests without you. And without you, I wouldn't be getting another chance on the field." Her eyes dart away from mine and she plays with the end of the scarf, her cheeks turning red.

"It's my job," she mumbles. "You don't have to thank..." And I stop her before she utters another word. I press a finger on her lips and leave it there until I have her attention.

"You went above and beyond the help that I needed. Even when I was being a dick."

She smirks before moving my finger away. "You were a pretty big dick." She moves her ass a little, feeling my length.

"I thought you liked it big," I mutter as I bring my lips into her neck. "We should celebrate." I push her down onto the couch.

Her eyelids flicker half open and let me press my body against her. She runs her hands down my back until they reach the inside of my crotch. Her finger starts at the end of my cock and works its way to the tip. I grip the bottom off her shirt to pull it of when her phone rings.

"One second." She holds out a finger and I fall down on the couch. She picks up the phone and I watch her pace around the room, a look of worry growing on her face. Something tells me there isn't going to be any time for a celebration. When she hangs up, she looks at me and bites down on her lip, clearly holding something back.

"What's the matter?" I know that I won't like her answer.

"That was Melissa. I have to go. There's an urgent meeting." I just nod to her words and feel the excitement pouring out. Casey drops her phone on the table and saunters over to me. She pushes me back on the couch, gets on top of me, and runs her fingers through my hair. "Go and celebrate with the team. And when you get back, I'll give you something a little special." She locks on a strand of my hair at my front and coils it around her finger.

"Promise?"

She brings her head down and gives me a long, sensual kiss. "Promise." She holds out her pinkie and I wrap mine around it.

"I guess it would be good to see the guys again. I've been ditching them a lot since I started studying." Casey jumps off of me and it takes all of my willpower not to throw her over my shoulder and force her to stay.

"I'm sure they'll appreciate it." She gets up to her tip toes, gives me a kiss, and is out the door before I can stop her.

I hold out my shot glass and Dwayne smacks his against it. "You were gone for too long, man. We were starting to think that you got lost in some book." Dwayne chuckles and slams back the shot. That's his fifth in less than an hour. It won't take long for him to knock out now.

Nobody else could make it to the last minute invite, so it's just Dwayne and me. We've been talking and drinking for the last hour in his room at the frat house. Dwayne's been doing most of the drinking.

"Just busy trying to get back on the field," I answer and swallow the shot. The searing sensation is fast and burns the hairs on my nose. I haven't had a drink this much since the night before the first tutoring session with Casey. I've been focused too much on making sure nothing gets in the way, especially not alcohol.

Dwayne pours himself a shot, downs it, and then pours each another one. He clinks my glass before I bring it up and drinks it quickly. "Are you sure it's not because of Casey?" He smirks at me and tries to pour himself another shot before realizing the bottle is empty. He rolls it across the table and grabs the other bottle, shakes it, and smiles when he sees the brown liquid inside.

I take a sip of my drink and hold off from finishing. I can't keep up with Dwayne anymore. And I can't even if I wanted to. I can't fall back on my old habits if I want to permanently stay on the field.

"Part of it is because of her." A smile bursts onto my face before I can stop it. I try to wipe it away but Dwayne's got me. His hand clasps my shoulder and he shakes me a little.

"Do you think you're falling in love?" He makes kissing noises before slamming back another shot.

Love?

It's possible. I never thought about it until now. But it does explain how I feel about her. How I can't go a whole hour without thinking about that smile. Or how when I close my eyes I can almost smell the sweet coconut fragrance of her shampoo.

Never in my life has a girl ever made me feel this way. There have been crushes before. Those usually leave within a couple weeks. But it's been longer than that with Casey.

Several months have gone by, and I still get excited for my tutoring sessions with her. Even the thought of spending a day with her seems so perfect in my mind.

Is that what love is?

"I don't know," I lie to Dwayne. "All I know is that she's down to earth and I really like her." I down the rest of my shot. Dwayne pours me another, but I push it to the side. I've had more than enough for tonight.

"Have you..." Dwayne raises his eyebrows up and down before continuing. "Have you sealed the deal?" He laughs at his little joke, but I don't reciprocate.

"Yeah," I answer dryly.

"And how was she?" Dwayne's eyes almost light up and he bites down on the bottom of his lip as he stares across the room.

"It was good," I answer, not wanting to give more info than I need to. Before Casey, I would share every sexual conquest with Dwayne. And he would do the same with me. It became a pissing contest between the two of us.

Now, I could never do that to Casey. She means more to me than that.

"I bet she's better than her first time." Dwayne laughs and slams his shot glass on the table before pouring himself another.

Better than her first time?

"What do you mean?" I ask. My stomach tightens and I clench my fist together. Something tells me I'm not going to like his answer.