A/N: Mature content. ❤️🤪❤️

After a quiet night's sleep, as quiet as Drake's soft snores and his phone's constant update pings were, the team assembled downstairs for breakfast. Like before any game, most of the sounds in the hotel banquet hall were the clinks that erupted from utensils scraped on plates.

Once packed up and checked out, our buses drove us through the small, postcard-like town of Pullman towards campus. The sky looked bigger even with all the giant evergreen trees that grew here behind all the red brick buildings on campus. The air, colder with a crisp bite, nipped at my cheeks and the tip of my nose when we exited off the bus.

The Cougars welcomed us into Martin Stadium with a sold-out, thirty-five thousand-plus-sized crowd. Since WSU currently sat second in the PAC-12's North Division, right behind their cross-state rival the UW Huskies, this game was equally important to both teams.

In the cold, damn near arctic air that swirled around the stadium, WSU came out and hit us hard. They executed their plays with laser-like precision and their defense hung on my receivers like shadows.

Up for the challenge, bruised nipples and all, Evan played like he ran from an active volcano. His feet threaded him all over the damn field like a man possessed, two steps ahead of my throws. Whatever resurgence he played with, whatever fire had been lit under his ass, it was infectious. Zach, Griff, even Jackson caught their grooves, hit the marks in their routes, and made my job easier than I'd thought. With the swirling winds, we limited our plays to shorter passing plays but their post-catch yardage gains made every reception productive.

Our defense had a rough night as they tried to stop WSU's run-and-shoot offense, where receivers made adjustments based on the defensive setups they saw and changed their routes on the fly. I personally found it confusing and more haphazard than designated plays but the Cougars executed it flawlessly. Most of the time I was on the sidelines, I stood, mesmerized like a spectator at their random but effective offensive system.

Their quarterback, Jace Christian, just a third-year player in his first full season but I name I'd seen on a few quarterback ranking lists, made our normally solid defense shakier than they were comfortable with. The crowd cheered loudly whenever he challenged our defensive linebackers and cornerbacks, since they opted for man-on-man coverage tonight instead of their usual zone defense.

He's one to watch next year, that's for sure.

With as much control as I had, I pushed out one offensive play after another. My boys came through and scored liberally for us through the entire game. Despite a close, hard-fought game, we left Martin field scratched, bruised, exhausted, and steam swirled off our sweat-soaked heads and necks.

But we also lifted our chins high, and the Trojans' egos soared even higher, with a 45-38 win.

"Thank fuck," Griff groaned quietly, with a chorus of groaned agreement from where we entered behind him.

All twelve of us that lived in the same house grunted with exhaustion as we dragged our heavy feet and muscle-fatigued legs through the front door at three am. After the WSU win and ahead of an incoming snowstorm, Coach Williams decided that a Saturday night redeye flight was our best return-home option. Evan was only one of us excited about that, going by whatever the fuck he'd done in the plane's bathroom on a video call with Delilah that ended in him practically dancing back to his seat.

The high from the win had crashed hours ago, halfway through the flight back for me, and interrupted blocks of sleep meant most of the guys shuffled sluggishly upstairs like zombies. My tired quads and calves burned as I climbed upstairs after Drake, wished him a goodnight, and crashed into bed.

Our house was collectively quiet the next morning, even with the dining room table filled shoulder-to-shoulder as guys. With grunts of approval and chewing sounds, my roommates inhaled their prepared hot breakfast plates, stuffed high with all our usual comfort, protein-based recovery foods. From my seat, I took a quick glance through the calendar on my phone, and realized Ellie was right about Thanksgiving.

Every year prior, I'd brought Mom to the team dinner but she'd informed me after the Cal game that she planned to stay in Palo Alto with her crazy side of the family. While I could've gone solo, I opted for a plus-one invitation.

me: What are your Thanksgiving plans, firecracker?

Surprisingly, at eleven am on a Sunday, she responded right away. And thankfully, like it had all weekend, Drake's phone stayed quiet.

HER: Enjoying the silence of you not calling me that awful nickname to my face.

I exhaled sharply out my nose because that nickname wasn't going to change, whether she liked it or not.

me: Seriously. U going home?

HER: Dad has to work, so... my ass is third-wheeling to Li's Asian Thanksgiving.
HER: And don't ask because I still don't know what the fuck that is.

A smile tugged at my lips because I had no clue either but assumed it didn't involve eating Americanized-Chinese food.

Me: Third wheel?

HER: I'm the comedic diversion away from the shiny, new, non-Asian boyfriend she's bringing with her.

She is entertaining.

In addition to drawing all eyes to her, Harper was actually pretty smooth and charming when she wanted to be. She was the perfect diversion against unwanted attention because it never bothered her when focused on her.

I'm pretty sure Earl Roberts is in love with her too - oh fuck, stop Jake.

Thankfully, her message snapped me out of my mushy thoughts.

HER: You're away, right?

She remembered.

My smile widened as I leaned forwards over my screen and ignored a few snorts and chuckles sent from Griff's chair at the table. Technically, my eyes ignored it but my bare foot kicked into his shin under the table, to a satisfied grunt.

me: Yeah, BYU.

"Here we go..." I mumbled quietly but drew the table's eyes on me like I'd made some kind of announcement. My eyes shifted up to the curious audience I'd attracted, so I just cleared my throat and reminded them, "Finish up. We've gotta leave for recovery workouts in ninety minutes, eat up now because I'm not watching anyone puke."

"Says the guy who's still in his underwear," Griff grunted down at my sleepwear appearance, which really was just my boxers. He was right, I hadn't even showered this morning, just dragged my ass out of bed, used the bathroom, then came down before he cleared my plate for me.

The unamused expressions and frowns I drew showed no one believed me, but forks moved over plates faster. By the time I looked down at my phone, my palms were damp and my heart thumped faster as I wiped each hand separately on my thighs.

Why am I nervous? Just ask her, dumbass.

me: There's a team dinner Weds @7pm. Normally Mom comes but I'm dateless. Wanna come?

She was silent and left my message on read for a long time, past ten minutes. While I ate silently before my scrambled egg whites and oatmeal got cold, I also sweated through every minute Harper left me on read.

When my phone finally buzzed, I snatched it up and unlocked it... to an ambiguous response.

HER: The whole team? That's a lot of dicks in one space.
HER: Besides, I'm a UCLA student. Won't I burst into flames on entry?

me: We both know you're a Trojan girl at heart, even if you refuse to admit it.

HER: Sorry I almost suffocated myself laughing. Good one.👍

"Say yes," I quietly commanded my phone but all I got was a diversion.

HER: Speaking of dates, that's the week before the UCLA/USC game. You ready for mine?

My lips pulled into a wide grin at the reminder she'd told me after the Cal game.

Harper had informed me that this season was Earl's fiftieth as a season ticket holder. How that had escaped the season ticket management's attention I wasn't sure, but I brought it to Coach Williams' attention right after the Cal game's post-game press conference.

Coach fully agreed that the last game of the season, our only remaining home game, needed to have a special tribute for Earl. So, whether Earl knew it or not, or even liked the idea, Coach arranged with the NCAA that he flipped the game's coin toss.

Even if it takes him an hour to walk down to mid-field.

Right now though, back to the damn point Harper

me: Answer me first on the team dinner.

HER: Ugh, fine. Provided I don't come up with a better excuse, which I'm already thinking about, so don't get excited.

HER: Except 🌭. That can get excited.

me: Already is. 🍆😏

For the record, my cock wasn't excited until she flashed up the emoji. But the idea we squeezed in an impromptu mid-week round, or even better today, definitely lifted interest between my legs.

HER: 10min.

I chuckled because technically the drive over here was closer to fifteen, the way normal people drove over here.

Hopefully she doesn't run over anyone going to church.

My calf, quad, and hamstring muscles ached as I climbed up the stairs but warmed and loosened by the time I reached the top steps. With a groan, I crossed my right arm over my chest and tugged it close in a shoulder stretch. While my right was my throwing arm, my left shoulder popped quietly when I rolled both shoulders forwards and backwards, then switched sides and stretched my left arm.

As long as we don't do the V-sixty-nine thing again because, wholly fuck, that was a workout in itself.

Harper wasn't heavy but she also wasn't light. Her thighs wrapped over my shoulders and her weight suspended on my shoulders and pussy front and center in my face while I ate her out took all my upper body strength. I ignored how my bicep and back muscles screamed with heated pressure and my legs quivered because I was in a position luckier than I deserved after what I'd done to her dildo stash.

I'd also planned that her mentioned position was our warm-up, but after a midday round, practice, then our damn near acrobatics that day, my entire body was spent. My neck, back, and shoulder muscles ached just like they did now. But after I'd suspended Harper upside-down, my wrists and biceps strained, my fingers numb from how tightly I'd clenched onto her waist, my abs felt like I'd run them through a core workout, my quads and hamstrings quivered with fatigue, and sweat dripped from every pore in my body.

My butt sank down onto my bed, where I stretched out both legs. I hinged over and reached my fingertips to my feet, then gritted my teeth at the tightness in my hamstrings.

But fuck, she always gives my cock and balls the royal treatment.

Her fucking mouth is going to be the end of me because no girl can measure up to that.

With blowjobs, most girls went for a lollipop-like suck on the head while they fisted the rest of my shaft, only fondling my balls with their other hand if I was lucky. The more skilled girls were up for deep throat action but Harper went all in, unapologetically. Her mouth, hands, tongue, fuck even her teeth, roamed all over me front to back.

I assumed that was the reason that Harper was the only girl who'd ripped a dry orgasm through me before. It rarely happened and only during blowjobs but fuck, I enjoyed when it did. All the physical sensations that I came were followed by a lighter, almost airy feeling. I couldn't explain the letdown reaction very well, like my brain and body floated off the ground, but fuck it was euphoric.

She'd sure given me one when we attempted the V-69. I'd sunk back down on the bed, close to where I stretched now. My toes knuckled into the carpet and knees nearly gave out under the electricity that surged through my veins. Only once I laid back down on the bed and her mouth picked right back up where she'd left off upside-down had I realized that I still sported a painfully hard erection.

The way her mouth wrapped around my balls, enclosed them in wet heat and suction, then massaged them with her tongue -

I need to stop.

My right hand adjusted the massive erection I'd given myself with one flashback. While I normally willed them away, this one stubbornly pointed right up at my navel and I groaned from the pressure when my hand wrapped around my base and freed myself from within my boxers.

I almost sighed with relief when my door clicked unlocked, then opened and revealed Harper's suggestive smile. Her eyes dropped right where my hand gripped and kept her gaze there, even as she locked the door behind her. "You really weren't kidding about being sprung."

Thankfully, she paused at my dresser for a condom retrieval, then stepped toward me. I literally groaned when she stopped at the side of my bed. She wore just a light pink, short-sleeve T-shirt and light jeans, with her hair pulled up in a ponytail, but thankfully no sign of the irritation she'd had when she ended our Friday night phone call.

"What?" I rasped out and cupped one hand over my balls, just in case.

Her chin tilted slightly sideways and she shot me a devious smirk. "You... look familiar."

She reached over, grabbed my right hand, and hooked my elbow over my head so it rested on my pillow and elongated my torso. My skin warmed and cock saluted her full mast as her eyes roamed over me, followed by traces from her fingertips over the angular ridges of my ribs. With a jolt, my stomach clenched inward as she trailed lower, but stopped right above my navel and just tugged my boxers down.

Warm breaths fanned over my lips from where she stayed, hinged over me with her breasts nearly brushed over my bare chest. "There. That's the most recent nude selfie pose you sent me."

My lips curled upwards. "It worked though."

"In terms of me blocking your number, sure did." Harper's eyes rolled but she stood upright and kicked off her shoes. A light playfulness sparkled in her eyes as she stepped closer, but stayed just out of my arm's reach. "Your stubborn ass didn't want no for an answer."

"Not from you." My mouth dried when she removed her shirt and revealed a red lace, see-through number.

She's my best spank bank but fuck, what I can see is always better.

While black was definitely Harper's preference in lingerie, the fiery red strapped over her breasts and tiny inverted triangle over her -

"You waxed again." My eyes focused right on her bare folds, the center slit visible through the transparent red fabric. The best part of her underwear was the small damp spot. What little I knew about hair removal from Brit was that shit hurt, but Harper's pussy just looked primed and ready as always.

She'll kill me for saying it, but edible.

"Very observant," was her dry response.

"Come here already," I growled out quietly and reached for her hand.

When she slipped it in mine, I tugged her into me. My other hand lifted and I stroked my finger down the outline of her underwear, down the dip of eyepatch-sized fabric above her pussy and up the opposite strap. Her chest pitched as I traced down again, then up and down the warmth of her center slit.

Both of our mouths opened when my fingers pushed in between not red lace but warm, bare, wet skin.

How the fuck is it -

"Crotchless," she smirked at me and climbed over.

I pushed myself up to a half-reclined position and her warm, smooth thighs skimmed over mine as she sat down on me. At the sight of her erect nipples on the other side of her lace bra, my hands wrapped around her back and unlatched it.

With as slow and delicate as my rough-skinned hands got, I skimmed the pads of my fingers up her back and over the curve of her shoulders. Once I hooked them under her bra straps, I dragged them down and wet my dry lips at her perky breasts. I tossed her bra aside and latched my hands right on.

I smirked like an idiot with approval of my palms full of the warm, soft flesh. My fingers curved around her pink areolas, centered with a slightly raised nipple. She rolled her lips together as I ran my thumbs over both until they hardened. With a slight tilt of her backwards, she thrust them forward with a lower back arch.

One of my palms lowered over her flat, smooth stomach, then dipped right in between the only red lace she still wore. Once my fingers threaded inside her tiny scrap of fabric, I lightly pressed and stroked into the wet warmth that waited for me. With slow, gentle pushes, I threaded them in and out until it coated my fingers to the hilt.

With two hands clamped onto my shoulders, Harper lifted her head back until her chin almost pointed up at the ceiling. After I latched my lips on the column of her neck and dragged a slow, wet line of kisses over her skin, her patience snapped and she swatted my hands off her body.

A chuckle vibrated my chest as I opened and put on the condom she handed me. She positioned her knees wider and I held up my sheathed cock like and offering because, fuck, it was hers for the taking. Heated pressure sucked around my shaft as she lowered herself down until the soft, smooth skin on her ass met my thighs.

"Hang on," I mumbled as I positioned my legs an inch wider, which sank her down deeper. Her entrance wrapped right around my base, the heat from her folds pressed flush with my pelvis and both relief and anticipation surged through me.

Fuck, this part never gets old.

I flexed my hips upward until my balls pressed right up against her ass like they nestled in place. My eyes practically rolled out of their sockets at the warm, wet, tight sensations that surrounded my cock and we hadn't even moved yet.

Satisfaction spread over Harper's beautiful face when she lifted up, then dropped herself down. Her lighter movements warmed the both of us, thrust for thrust, until my skin flamed hot and perspiration broke out near my hairline and across my chest.

For a few moments, I sat back and enjoyed the show she gave me. Her hips rolled and gyrated on my cock and breasts heaved and bounced beautifully, but I knew neither of us were close and grabbed her waist in both hands. I let her work me over until her lips parted in elevated pants and perspiration broke out on her forehead.

With a tight grip on her hips and upward bucks, I plunged harder into her with long, deep thrusts. Like my cock was squeezed with warm pressure, she tightened around me and moved harder in sync.

Once our movements turned into harder, slap-like contact of our skin slammed together, Harper's full, pink lips parted. Her unabashed, pleasure-soaked noises hit my ears like sinful music. Each "Ohhh..." sound that she flung in my face surged my movements faster and harder. I bucked upwards into her until she bounced on my lap.

"Harper..." I groaned at the sight of her body grasped in my hands. Intense heat burned in her eyes, her stomach clenched tight, and her breasts jiggled with small aftershocks from each thrust.

"Harder," she challenged me with that fire in her eyes.

In this position, I knew that meant only one option, so I clenched both hands tightly on her hips, and slammed her down. After a few adjustments, I hit that steady pace where I tugged her down while I pushed myself up. My fingers gripped her so tightly that they looked embedded in her skin. Pink haloed where they dug into her skin and the idea I left a few bruises pushed me harder.

Surrounded by her moans and my grunts, the two of us joined in fast, hard, and loud smacks of skin. Harper's body stiffened with tension the harder I drove into her and with no prompt, her shoulders shuddered and her warmth flowed over me. Her lashes fluttered against her cheeks and the way her, "Ohhh..." turned into a quick, "Ahhh..." drew my balls upward.

A few sharper thrusts upwards, warmth and pressure surged up my shaft and I shot my release, hard and fast. I groaned at the crested letdown and pumped her up and down until the last of my cum felt milked out. Tiny throbs of pleasured aftershocks ran up my cock as it receded, still buried inside her. Her cheeks, forehead, and even the tip of her nose were flushed pink, so I leaned forwards and brushed a kiss on it.

She wrinkled it right away, like I'd poisoned her. "Don't be cute."

Her words lifted my eyebrows, so I leaned forwards and dragged my fingers up through her body, along the curve from her shoulder and upward over her neck, and she trembled slightly. Once my hand cupped her jawline, the way she leaned into my touch pleased me but in a completely different way than when I'd exploded inside her.

Her lips parted slightly as mine chased them, but I teased a soft kiss onto the right corner. "So you think I'm cute," I murmured into the bottom of her cheek and nuzzled her with my nose.

"I meant don't try to be cute because it doesn't work on you." She scoffed and puffed warm air into my ear. I barely heard her words because my heart nearly pounded my ears off as she climbed off me.

We stood up together, so close that our lips barely touched but the air between us thickened by the second. Her relaxed face was still flushed pink but her lips parted into a smile. "A brown paper bag over your head is a vast improvement."

"Too late to take it back, firecracker." Out of patience, I swept my lips over hers, then sucked gently on her lower lip until she softly kissed me back.

And fuck, my heart fluttered when she did.