Quarterback Sneak (9 page)

Alceo wanted to howl, but he wanted more to taste Galynn’s sweet flesh. As her walls coaxed rope after rope of his salty cum, from his body, his teeth clamped down on the flesh at her shoulder. He needed to mark her – again. He needed her to remember whom she belonged to.

His teeth bit into her flesh, and he heard her cry out, a hand snaking up to twist in his hair and pull his head closer. Emptying insider her, he could feel her coming off of a smaller climax, and he held her in his arms as her body finished quaking.

Alceo’s face heated with embarrassment at his thoughts and his actions. As his cock slipped from her hot tunnel, he glanced around wondering how many people had just witnessed their display. He didn’t care about that as much as his possessive thoughts toward Galynn. It almost frightened him. He liked her, sure, but he hand never felt this way about anyone. He never felt the need to claim and have someone for himself. Was it love or was he just being selfish?

He rested his head against her shoulder as he pulled up his pants and Galynn righted her shirt. She turned around, her face flushed in the most adorable way, her hair mused and her glasses hanging off the end of her nose.

“I hope no one saw that,” she said in a small voice. She looked down at her clothes, her shirt had a tear in it from where he ripped it, but she would gladly wear it like a badge of honor.

He thought about her answer, for a second self conscious that she didn’t want to be seen with him. “I do,” he answered honestly. He watched first the surprise then panic start to cross her face. He could almost read her thoughts, and it appalled him. He knew she was worried that he was using her as amusement for his friends display. Her eyes whipped around crazily looking for half the football team to be lurking in the shadows.

Alceo grabbed the sides of Galynn’s face and locked eyes with her. “I know what you’re thinking, and it’s not true. I wanted people to see –“ he paused as his own face heated this time, “because I want people to know that you are mine.” Unconsciously, his fingers ran over the bite mark he’d left in her skin. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” he asked as he captured her eyes once again.

Galynn dropped her head. “No,” she said quietly, “I liked it.” He smiled at her admission and kissed her lips. Things would have gone further, but Galynn reluctantly pulled away.

“I should get to a bathroom and clean up.”

“No,” he said firmly. “I want my cum dripping from your cunt while you’re talking to other guys. I want you to remember whom you belong to.” Was that too much? Alceo thought as he watched her staring at him? It was one thing to think it, but it was something entirely different to voice his wishes.

Her head slowly began to nod and she smiled. Alceo felt relief rush though him.

“Well,” she started, “if you say you don’t want other guys interested in me, I guess I should get back to my place so I can get something to cover me up.” She was smiling when she said it, thinking about him wanting her bad enough to rip her clothes made her swell with pride. She had a jacket with her, but it was more for fashion than to keep her warm – it would do nothing to protect her modesty. It certainly hadn’t on the way over here. 

Alceo looked around almost as if searching for something to use to cover her up. “You’re right, I can’t have other guys looking at you and wanting you for themselves.” He reached down and grabbed the hem of his practice jersey. He pulled it from his body and handed it to her. “Sorry its sweaty, but we can wait until I get you back to my place before we got something a little more suitable.”

Galynn took the shirt. She crinkled her nose expecting it to be smelly, but astonishingly, she wasn’t repulsed by the smell. The smell of his sweat was masculine and earthy. She pulled it over her head and smiled. “It doesn’t smell too bad,” she said as she smiled. For the first time, she watched as a blush crept into his cheeks.

“Wait, what makes you think I’m going back to your place?”

“We’re not done here.”

“We’re not?” Galynn smiled. He pulled her close as he began to head toward the locker room. She could feel his cum seeping from her pussy, and she had never been more satisfied.

Just like that, Alceo Russell had something different. It snuck up on him too, but he didn’t care. And just like that, they became Alceo and Galynn.

Chapter 5

The pad of Alceo’s thumb gently tracing circles on the back of Galynn’s hand was distracting her. Her legs were still wobbly, her heart was still racing, and the cum was still dripping from between her thighs, but Alceo urged her to walk on. The shine in his eyes was intoxicating, and his smile was infectious. Galynn never would have guessed that a man with smudges of dirt and sweat soaked hair would look so damn good, but again, Alceo surprised her.

It was hard to wrap her mind around the fact that Alceo wanted her, really wanted her, but the idea was growing on her. He pulled her hand in hand toward to locker room. Galynn, still lost in the absurdity of the whole situation was shocked out of her thoughts when Alceo spoke.

“You wait right here.” He kissed her full on the lips, his tongue hinting at things he wanted to continue to do to her. When he pulled back, she watched as a thick lock of hair fell over his eyes and his pink lips turned a shade darker.

Galynn’s cheeks flushed crimson under the intensity of his gaze.

“I have half a mind to drag you in there with me. But I know that if I do half the team will be all over you.” Galynn rolled her eyes. She kissed his lips gently and stepped back to reach for the hem of his practice jersey when his hands stopped her. “Don’t. You keep it. You wearing it kinda makes us more official. That is if you want to,” he added after hesitating.

Galynn’s heart swelled as she watched the embarrassment cross his face then quickly disappear. “Of course I’ll wear it.”

Alceo grinned and kissed her forehead fearful of starting more than he was willing to finish outside the locker room. He told her he’d be back in a few – he just needed to shower and change. He didn’t want to gross her out any more with his smell. At the doubtful look in her eye, Alceo promised to hurry and rushed off.

Galynn was still in her own little word, draped over the fence separating the field from the bleachers when she heard heels clicking behind her. She wouldn’t have paid any attention except for the fact that the voice she heard was familiar.

“Girl, we can’t keep doin’ this shit. It’s too damn cold to be out here.”

“Shut the hell up. You know you love it each and every time. Quit whining and fix my hair for me.”

Galynn felt like melting into the ground. Without trying to draw attention to herself, she glanced around looking for somewhere to hide. She was out in the open, and the girls were right behind her. Galynn tried to calm herself thinking that maybe, it wasn’t who she thought it was.

“Jasmine, for real, maybe we should stalk the lacrosse team instead. At least they don’t play in weather this damn cold.”

Galynn’s insides froze. It was Jasmine. She wasn’t entirely sure why she was surprised, but of all the gin joints in all the world…

“Lacrosse players don’t get million dollar contracts to go pro. Now shut up and look good.”

This was too funny, Galynn thought. She had snagged Alceo Russell and she hadn’t even meant to.

“So, who are we snagging this time?” Jasmine’s friend asked.

“You know who I want. The same one I’m always here for. Russell.” Galynn’s heart dropped as Jasmine’s voice swooned. “I want that damn jersey.”

“You mean the one that fat chick is wearing over there?” Galynn’s shoulders slumped dejectedly. She had just been thrust between a rock and the quarterback’s jersey. What started out as the perfect morning, followed by an amazing afternoon was going to be ruined in a few short moments by her gold digging roommate and her best friend. Galynn knew the girl was bad, but she didn’t know she was this bad.

“What?” Jasmine incredulously shouted. “I’m the only one on his list. Have you heard anything about this?” The doubt in Jasmine’s voice made Galynn smile, at least for a little bit.

Galynn could hear the other girl laughing. “Looks like he’s a chubby chaser.” Galynn could tell that the comment infuriated her roommate by the way she stomped her feet and let out a very unladylike growl. For half a second, if Galynn didn’t know any better, she would think that Jasmine was jealous.

“He and I have been fucking too long for me to let some shit like this slip.” Galynn tensed.

They’ve had sex?!

Of course they have
, she thought to herself. Jasmine was the ringleader of the Celt Cunts. It was stupid of Galynn to assume that Jasmine wouldn’t go after someone like Alceo.

But what if Alceo was a chubby chaser? Did that make things any different? Not really, not from her end anyway. What’s the difference, she was fat. She knew that much, and didn’t do much to change anything about it, but that’s the way she was. Was he just with her to get his rocks off?

Galynn tried to push the thoughts from her mind. Alceo had made it perfectly clear he wanted her. Wasn’t that enough? Galynn didn’t have the time to answer the question before she heard the sound of Jasmine’s footsteps drawing her closer and closer.

Trying to take a deep breath, Galynn calmed herself. The tap of a finger on her shoulder didn’t come as surprise, but it still shocked her.

“Uh, excuse me,” Jasmine politely said, as if Galynn hadn’t heard her and her friend talking about her literally behind her back.

“Yea?” Galynn asked without turning around. She felt foolish for trying to make her voice sound slightly different than usual but she did it without thought.

“I haven’t seen you around her before, what’s your name?”

Galynn’s shoulders slumped. She hated confrontation. She wasn’t ready for this, but when is one ready to confront their gorgeous roommate and tell them the fatty snagged the man?

Galynn turned toward the eyes she could feel piercing her back. It was as if Jasmine was trying to burn a hole through Alceo’s numbers.

“Hi, Jasmine.” Galynn said politely. She tried to fight the blush creeping up into her cheeks, but it wasn’t working too well. The look on Jasmine’s face was relieved. Galynn watched in astonishment as Jasmine’s dread turned to a look of pure relief.

“Oh hey girl! What are you doing here?”

Galynn was caught off guard to say the least. “Just waiting.”

Jasmine chuckled not hearing the words Galynn said. “Oh Lord,” Jasmine said dramatically as she drew her hand to her chest. “You had me scared. For a second, I thought – well never mind,” Jasmine said with a hint of genuine laughter.

“You thought what?”

“Nothing, girl. It sure as hell ain’t possible.” At the look Galynn gave her, Jasmine rolled her eyes but continued. “I thought you had been given that jersey. But you must have found it somewhere. With Celt fever, everyone is wearing those damn things. I’m sure it’s not a real practice jersey.” Jasmine’s arm reached out to touch Galynn’s arm. “But you really shouldn’t wear that. You should give it back – or give it to me if you don’t know who it belongs to. Do you even know whose number you’re wearing?”

Galynn tightly pressed her lips together, pressuring them into a thin line. “No I don’t.” If Jasmine didn’t think there was any way in hell that Alceo could have given her the jersey, Galynn wasn’t going to burst the girl’s bubble.

Galynn glanced over Jasmine’s shoulder to see her friend popping her gum nosily. Her grunt of disgust made her look even more unattractive.

“Well, it’s the jersey of someone really important, but I wouldn’t expect you to keep up with this kind of stuff.” Something behind Galynn caught Jasmine’s eye and it took everything in Galynn to not turn around. For half a second, she thought it might be Alceo but the subsequent squeal let forth by Jasmine let her know otherwise. At the relief she felt from not hearing Alceo’s voice, Galynn didn’t hear who it was that walked up beside her.

Jasmine shook her head as their visitor walked up beside Galynn. “Don’t worry everybody, Galynn just found it and put it on. I’m not sure why, but don’t worry, the big man hasn’t been taken off the market.”

Galynn felt her stomach tighten at Jasmine referring to Alceo as “big man”. Just how much did she know about him? How much did all of these girls know about him that she didn’t? Or maybe she had finally gotten to know him the same way they had. Her stomach continued to sour as three more girls stepped into her line of sight. They were eyeing her with distain, arms folded across their chests. Galynn had never felt the urge to flee more strongly.

Alceo could fend for himself, couldn’t he? He’d lasted this long. He didn’t really need her did he? This display was proof that he didn’t.

“Are they selling those at the Uni Sports Shop?” a particularly tall girl with fiery red hair asked.

Galynn just nodded her head afraid that any other movement on her part would force tears from her eyes or a scream from her lips. Was this what all the girls were after, a practice jersey? It didn’t make any sense to Galynn, but maybe she should feel proud that he gave it to her. But how many other girls had he given it to before her? She didn’t know the story of his love life, but maybe this was the time to find out. Who better to ask than his admirers?

“Damn, they are totally going to loose their value now. Everyone will be able to wear one.” Her glance was particularly hard when she looked Galynn’s way. “What are we supposed to do now?”

“We get the real jerseys,” Jasmine answered without hesitation. “I’d say we take the jackets, but winter will be over soon and it will be too hot to wear them.”