Page 38 of Falling for the Quarterback

He moves his head away and removes his finger, a disgruntled growl of protest escaping my lips.

“Come here,” he says, hands grasping my hips to pull me onto his lap. My knees squeeze into the tight space between his legs and the arms of the chair, locking me in place over his hard erection that tents his hospital scrubs.

We both breathe a sigh of relief, our chests heaving as he places a hand on the back of my head. Our lips crash together and I’m consumed by this man. I begin grinding shamelessly against him, needing to find my release.

“That’s right, baby. Use me to get yourself off,” he commands against my lips. His suggestive summons has me rocking back and forth, grinding and moving against him. He reaches between our bodies, stroking my clit with his thumb and coaxing me to come.

That’s all it takes for me to go crashing into bliss. He captures my cries of ecstasy with his lips and the pleasure from the release begins to subside and I slowly return to reality.

When I open my eyes, he’s watching me like I’m the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen.

“What?” I cock my head to the side, noting the slickness between my legs.

“You’re gorgeous,” he says, leaning back in the chair. He looks every part the former quarterback with his straining biceps and strong shoulders.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I tease lightly, then wiggle to move off his lap but his hands stay firm on my hips.

“You’re not going anywhere, Nurse. I need to give you that shot of medicine.” His lips cover mine in a demanding kiss when suddenly there’s a loud commotion in the hallway.

“Hendy! Where the fuck are you, bro? Team shots!” Killian’s voice calls out, then hard-knocks on the door.

He groans and I fight a giggle, but he presses a finger to my lips with a slow shake of his head. “Shh…don’t say a word.”

“Don’t be a cockblocker, Killer! I’m kinda busy in here,” he says and from the other side of the door, Killer yells, “Getting laid!”

“Go the fuck away.”

Inspiration hits me then and I scoot off Joel’s lap and land on my knees in front of him. His eyes go from irritated at Killer to downright dark as midnight when he realizes what I’m about to do.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Professor?”

I loosen the knot at the front of his scrubs and untie the strings. The material opens and I slide it down to expose his erection that springs free, and I grasp it firmly in my hand.

“You’re not my student anymore. So, yes, I am trying to seduce you.” I give him a short, hard stroke, and he groans. “In fact, sucking you off has been my fantasy for weeks. Now be quiet and let me do it.” Then I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and eagerly swallow him down.

“Oh fuck, Lottie. You’re killing me.”

It doesn’t take much to get him to the point of no return and within minutes, the muscles of his thighs tighten underneath my hands and his curses grow louder, and he is soon releasing his hot orgasm down my throat.

As we clean ourselves up in his bathroom, I stare at our reflections in the mirror and wonder how I’ll feel going back downstairs to the party, to a room full of college-aged students.

I pause for a second and consider whether I’m even bothered by it. None of the students I met are my students. And even if they were, I don’t think I’d care. I’m with Joel now and everyone knows it.

He’s no longer a student of mine. He’s not a quarterback anymore. He’s a coach. And he’s also my boyfriend.

Holy shit, he’s my boyfriend.

“What?” Hendy asks, his reflection looking back at me with a concerned expression. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, it’s nothing,” I murmur as heat creeps up my cheeks. He gives me a pointed look and I shrug, searching his eyes. “I was just looking at you and thinking how hot my boyfriend is.”

He’s perfectly still for a long moment and then a grin spreads across his gorgeous face. “Well, I think my girlfriend is pretty fucking hot too,” he says, leading me back out to the hallway with a possessive grip on my butt.

“Is that so?”

“Of course. Arguably, every quarterback in the history of football ends up with the hottest women,” he says matter-of-factly.

I roll my eyes and press my forehead to his. “Yeah, but you aren’t a quarterback anymore.”

“I’m one better…I’m a quarterback coach who just scored himself a fucking A+ professor.”

And just like that, we’re a couple.

Despite all that we went through to get here, I’m truly happy for the first time in a very long time. And as we re-enter the party and I listen to him and his former teammates tell stories, I realize I’ve fallen hard for this former quarterback.

Maybe I even fell for him that first night all those months ago.

The End