A/N: Mature content. 🧊🤪🧊

After a quick goodbye hug to Ellie and her mom, I finally used the bathroom and quickly weaved my way back to my car. The sight of the USC jerseys that threaded around my parked car pushed out a small grunt when I sat down behind the wheel.

I should get mine... No, I shouldn't. Should I?

While I waited in the post-game traffic clog, I pulled into the parking lot queue and noticed a water bottle vendor. The sight of the bottles he grasped in each hand, which dripped condensation onto the sidewalk, combined with Ellie's earlier 'consolation' joke and reinforced my plan for tonight.

"If I can get out of this fucking parking lot first," I muttered to myself.

For the next thirty minutes, I waited while fans weaved around my car, impatient jackasses nudged in front of it, and polite drivers waved me through.

Oh yes, and I googled the fuck out of me and Jake.

I didn't get more than Jake's name typed when an auto-filled, 'I Hate You, Jake Harrison' filled my search options. With one thumb press, a bright pink and black flower printed background splashed over my screen in what looked like a random girl's blog.

Sorry this is so cliche... I went to a USC football house party, met the most amazing, hottest guy I'd ever seen. Cut like carved stone, deep, soulful brown eyes. Back then, he was one of their backup quarterbacks. Now he's their starter. After a ridiculously hot night between the sheets, he tossed me out!

A snort left me at that description.

I don't think soulful eyes is the direction I'd go...

I scrolled past their meet-up details, down to the comments section, and my eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. Every comment had an understandably anonymous name dropped but I mentally chewed on their level of detail like I munched on a bucket of popcorn.

anon3: Best quick-fuck screw I've ever had. No regrets! #yolo

anon12: Fuck, he's so 🔥. I sometimes forget I had his 7+ for one moment. #worthit

It's... some of his previous hookups. If they're actually true.

My lower lip rolled inward at the comment with the most replies.

anon7: I hate how much I liked it. And how I'd do it again if he just looked at me. 🥺👉👈 #soembarrassed

 anon18: Me too! I hate how amazing he was. His hands, body, ahh!! 🤤😳 Even the smirk before he tossed my ass out.

anon27: Same, girl. Even the memories give me goosebumps.

anon33: OMG, me three. Biggest asshole I've ever me but fuck he knows how to use what counts. 😏

anon41: Why are all the good fucks assholes?

I don't know whether to throw up or feel sorry for these girls.

While a strange and unfamiliar sense of discomfort twitched my lips towards one side as I read confession after confession, I wasn't sure how I felt about this discovery. My sense of female sexual empowerment applauded the openness in how many girls admitted they'd taken, and gotten, what they wanted.

By the calmness in my mind and steady pulse, I knew I wasn't jealous. I couldn't have cared less about Jake's previous one-nighters as long as they hadn't given him an STD and they stayed gone.

Despite my stoic reaction, my mouth dried at the reminder of how many girls had gotten the same royal Jake Harrison fuck and chuck treatment. No girl suggested she hadn't consented to the hook up and I knew he wouldn't have taken advantage of anyone that hadn't also wanted to take advantage of him.

But fuck... That's a lot of... I don't know what.

At the car horn that blared behind me, I dropped my phone on the seat and pulled forwards in the exit queue. My mind clouded over with conflicted thoughts as I turned south onto Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd and skipped over a few streets until I headed north back to UCLA. Before I realized which 'local' streets I snuck through, I found I'd literally turned onto the street Jake's football house was.

Should I be flattered I'm the only vagina he's taken another test-drive with? I don't even know if that's true, he was with Bambi before me.

The traitor between my legs pulsed warmly in an annoying reminder I hadn't had sex in a week. Yet, a full mindfuck of jumbled thoughts, opinions, and threatened feelings all bubbled up to where I barely saw straight.

While Jake's breakup was for the best, my ego appreciated the way Jake boldly pursued me.

I didn't ask him to do that. He just... did.

He gets me off. No, more than that. He gets mad when I don't get off.

He calls me his girlfriend.

At that word, I screamed out and slammed my palms into my steering wheel, "Fuck!"

With a slow, deep breath, I knew only one guaranteed approach that calmed down my stupid, overreactive brain. And, while I hated that I admitted the truth to myself, an artificial replacement wasn't enough this time.

Fuck, I sound like all those other girls, desperate for Jake's dick.

Even with my own traffic issues, Jake's round trip to LAX took at least another hour. While part of me wouldn't have minded that I'd gone with them, he needed the alone time with his mom and sister.

So I drove back to UCLA, marched up to my room, and scalded my skin with a shower. Jake's white jersey stuck out farther than the shirts next to it, so I snatched it up along with a pair of comfortable white and gray flannel pajamas.

If I'm taking a drive of shame afterwards then fuck, I'm going to be comfortable.

With zero makeup applied and my hair hung in wet strings down my flannel-covered back, I still had thirty minutes before I needed to leave. Yet I ignored my appearance, pulled out my phone, and sank down in my desk chair. A slight tremble shook my thumbs as I typed out my original search option, 'Jake Harrison and Harper Reynolds.'

The results were just like me and Jake, ambiguous, spanned over years of our lives, and hot as fuck.

Pictures of us from high school similar to the one Jake kept on his desk pulled a mixed-emotion smile across my lips. Hundreds of 'Harrison's ghost?', 'Are they / aren't they'-blogs, and a whole shitstorm of speculation from my presence at USC games popped up. From far away, I looked like all the other blondes who sat within Section 113B.

Thankfully, I saw no pictures of Jake and I actually together but the pictures of me and Mrs. H, even Ellie from tonight's game, stirred reactions in me that were anything but warm fuzzies.

Ellie was right. They'll find me eventually.

More time passed than I'd realized, so I grabbed my purse, locked up, and walked to my car with Jake's jersey flung over my right shoulder. A quick drive later, I retrieved a few select trunk items, wrapped his jersey around them, and tucked the bundle under my left elbow. The normal lineup of cars was parked along the street and the front outside lights were on, but the house seemed quiet as I used the house key Jake had given me.

Thankfully, the lit-up house was largely absent. The only presence inside were a couple of girls who were way overdressed for a casual post-game hangout, in their tight white skirts or dresses and overdone makeup. They glared in my pajama-clad direction, so I ignored them and marched into the kitchen.

A few cabinet searches later, I found what I hoped was a clean glass. A cleared throat sound drew my attention to a short girl with straight blonde hair cut blunt at her shoulders and arms crossed at her chest.

"Harper." I had no idea who she was but the glare in her blue-gray eyes showed she had her obvious opinions about me.

"Depends on who's asking," I mumbled and rinsed the cup in the sink.

"You're with Jake." The direct way she stated, not asked, drew my eyes back to her. She glanced down at my pajamas, which probably gave off the vibe that I planned to spend the night, but whether I did or not wasn't her business.

Her eyes slowly dragged upwards until they met mine. While I'd expected bitchiness there, I was surprised when I saw a flicker of... pain?

I don't know. I'm shit with emotions.

Whatever she held in her eyes, she looked at me like she hoped I denied those three words. All I offered was slightly lifted shoulders. "Loaded accusation there..."

"Emily," she filled in. "Sophia's roommate. Jake's my... friend."

"Good to know." My eyes rolled because my bullshit meter pointed right at its 'this girl wants more than friendship from Jake' level.

Makes two of us, sadly.

As if she read along the same thought lines, Emily retorted in a chilly voice, "I hope you know that he'll get tired of you just as easily."

"Aww..." I fought the urge that I patted this clueless girl's cheek and just clicked my tongue. While I could've hurled our long, messy past, facts proved how well I knew not only Jake but his family, or even the stupid girlfriend label at her, I just chuckled.

I placed my cup at the fridge's ice dispenser for what I'd come in here for. A single cube clinked inside, then two more came out slowly and painfully. My head tipped slightly sideways at Emily while I filled my cup. "Who says I won't tire of him first?"

With a quick wink at her scowled expression, I stepped around her and bolted upstairs. I might have also possibly flipped up a middle finger as I climbed past the living room's angry bitch eyes.

Let's see how they like groaning and screaming.

Like always, the faint smell of Jake's manstink hit my nose after I unlocked his door, then locked it behind me. Also like always, I grabbed the Febreeze I'd stuck in his closet after my first visit here and sprayed liberally until my nose twitched at the smell of fake lavender and eucalyptus.

Much improved.

With a check of the time on my phone, I grabbed one of Jake's clean washcloths, used the hallway bathroom, and wet it in the sink. Once back in his room, I locked the door and stripped down to absolutely nothing. Since I had about ten minutes to spare, I slowly folded my clothes and set them on his desk next to the washcloth, the cup of ice, a condom I'd taken out of his top dresser drawer, and my car stash.

I'd just slipped his jersey overhead, popped an ice cube into my mouth, and sank onto his bed with a puff under my bare ass when his door handle rattled slightly.

Jake laughably tripped over his damn feet when he saw me, in a reaction I couldn't have scripted better myself. All of the distractions both downstairs and inside my head evaporated under his heated gaze like he drank in the sight of me on his bed. I hadn't even enjoyed the view of his post-game suit before half of it was tossed onto the floor.

"You have no idea how happy I am to see you." His eyes darkened as he cupped himself.

No part of me minded the junk adjustment since it, along with the heated gaze that warmed my skin the longer he gawked at me, was a compliment. By the way my nipples tightened against the jersey's cool, smooth fabric, they were just as happy to see him.

I rolled the ice cube around in my mouth with my tongue, sucked on it hard, and leaned back when he towered over me. The bed sank slightly as he palmed it outside my hands and lowered his chest until he caged me in.

His breath was warm in my face, lips parted slightly like he wanted to kiss me. My heart rammed itself against my chest walls, but I leaned further back. "I thought we'd try something different tonight."

Despite his cocky assurance of, "Firecracker, there's nothing you can dish out that I can't handle," coupled with a loud laugh, Jake was no match. Unless he'd opted for self-service this week, he'd gone just as long as me without a release. The soft, shallow dips of his finger tempted me slightly, but my stubbornness prevailed until Jake laid flat on his bed.

My knees bracketed his hips as I rubbed my bare entrance over the hardness in his dress pants. Once he relaxed, I removed his dress shirt quickly. Carefully and gently, I threaded my bungee cords around each of his wrists and tied them so they weren't too tight. Since each end had a small wire hook, I just knotted the cord below the hook around his wrists. With a lean over each side of the bed, I hooked the cord's other ends onto his metal bed frame.

Jake's hooded eyes watched as I removed both his socks, then gently kneaded my thumbs into the arches of his feet. As slowly and torturously as my hands moved, I rubbed over the rough, hot skin on his soles. Knowing his feet probably felt lead weights on the end of his legs, I rubbed my fingers over the top of his foot, around his ankles, even over the tensed ligaments above his heel.

While he quietly groaned during the foot massage, it sounded more like relief. To push him further into arousal, my hands palmed his inner thighs and rubbed them in circular, massage-like presses until Jake's chest rose and fell with uneven breaths.

From where I stood at the side of the bed, I softly trailed the tips of my fingers up his ankles and over the fine hairs on his legs and inner thighs. At the goosebumps that chased my paths, I leaned over and murmured Jake's words from last weekend into his closest ear.

"You like that."

Surprise swirled with lust in his eyes and the sight of his arms spread-eagle and pinned down affected me more than I'd thought it would've. Heated pulses throbbed between my thighs, but I ignored them. I left his legs open and undershirt on, but palmed his chest and rubbed slow, massage-like circles on his chest. Like a tease, I leaned over far enough that my lips hovered close to his, but only swept mine against them briefly.

Jake groaned, not in pleasure but more relief when my fingers kneaded over a small knotted oblique muscle in his left side. I slightly lifted his shirt, then trailed my fingers over the black script ink over his upper left rib. My eyes snapped back to his and found that he studied me curiously.

"This is what you got inked?" I swung one leg over his hips and sat down on his pelvis. Without a care about the interest that twitched between my legs, my fingers traced over each small letter.

With pain, there is strength.

That's... sad.

By the soft smile he offered, I must've given Jake a sad look, or at least sympathetic, but I blinked my eyes before he responded further. Since slow and seductive wasn't my full plan tonight, I leaned over, trailed my breasts down his clothed torso, gently unzipped his pants, and lowered them off his hips.

His tented boxers pulled a smirk on my lips, so I gently slipped those down. My lips puffed a warm breath over the head of his cock, red and swollen for attention. The way his hips rose as I skimmed over his pelvis gave away how much he wanted my hands or mouth on his cock, but I had other plans.

Jake's skin flamed warm against my fingers but goosebumps returned down his ridiculously muscular inner thighs and legs as I dragged his pants, then boxers, to his knees. With a quick step towards his desk, I grabbed the wet washcloth and draped it flat over his erection. His hips bucked upwards and chest pitched with a gasped breath, but the central bulge under the towel retained its size.

Good to know he can handle the cold.

Jake's chest hitched as I knelt between his legs, but my eyes roamed downwards as my fingers lowered to his ankles, where I removed his clothes then stood up. With a slight look up, Jake's hands clenched into fists and his arms strained like he tested out the restraints. I'd tied him tight enough he probably would've broken his bed frame before he got out of the cords.

"Don't make me restrain your feet," I teased and walked over to his desk, where I retrieved the cup of ice cubes, the condom, and black satin blindfold. My fingers teased one cube out, which I popped into my mouth, set the cup on the floor, and held up the blindfold. "Blindfolded quick fuck or you watch me go slower, your choice."

"Fuck no on the blindfold." His head shook and jaw clenched. "I need to see what you're doing."

"Your loss." I winked and set down the blindfold. "So much for the element of surprise."

Since looking meant Jake also chose delayed gratification, I set down the ice cup on the floor and removed the washcloth off Jake. With one lift up of my right leg, I straddled his bare hips and sat down so the tip of his damp cock sat right at the top of my folds. His warm, hard length fit right into place and he bucked his hips upwards, but I just sat down harder.

His abdomen muscles clenched hard with definition as I ran my fingers around the edge of his white T-shirt, then rolled up the edge high enough that it sat at his collarbone. My hands lowered to his chest, where I rubbed warm, concentric circles over the flat muscles. His heart pulsed wildly under the warm, smooth skin. With a quick turn in my wrists, I rolled his nipples between my index fingers and thumbs, then pinched down hard.

"Fuck!" he gasped quietly.

I teased his nipples until a sheen of sweat broke out over his body. The warmth of his pelvis flowed up into my folds, so I lifted up onto my knees and inspected him down there. Precum beaded up at the head and, with one twitch of his cock, it slid down until it landed his neatly trimmed pubic hair.

"Harper," Jake growled out as I trailed my fingers down the same path, the hard, hot skin red and stretched tight.

The heated pulse between my legs throbbed harder, so hard that my stomach cramped slightly. The way Jake's ridiculously ripped body clenched and arched, his normally tanned skin a light shade of pink, even his soft moans turned me on further.

Let's see how he cools off.

I climbed off Jake and again stood by the side edge of his bed. With the cup in one hand, I lifted it into his line of vision, then removed an ice cube. With his eyes fixated on the sight of the melting cube in my finger, even traced the tiny trails of liquid that ran down my thumb, I smirked and turned the entire cup's contents onto his mostly bare chest.

"Ohh - ahh!!" he yelped out and flinched under the shock of cold.

A few of the ice cubes slid over his torso and landed on either side of him. After I climbed over and straddled him again, my knees met the cold, wet spots. But five remained on his chest in a small puddle of water that glistened over his skin. I grabbed one of them, dragged it down the central ridge of his abdomen, and slipped it over his navel.

Pinched between my fingers, I dragged the second cube around his left nipple. It pebbled up and hardened like how both of mine felt, then I leaned over and dragged my tongue in a similar circular pattern.

Some guys liked their nipples teased. Jake wasn't necessarily one of them by the raised eyebrow and unimpressed smirk he shot me when I slightly lifted my head.

"Just wait..." I promised and rimmed his right nipple with the now half-melted ice cube. He groaned slightly and his cock stayed rock hard underneath me as I lapped over this side, then gently flicked the cold, hard, and slightly wet bud with the tip of my tongue.

In a test of his restraint, I pursed my lips around his nipple and sucked hard, which earned me a low groan. Jake's eyes squeezed tight and his jaw clenched tighter as I alternated ice-cold and tongue-hot circumference circles around his nipples until the second cube had melted.

Three left.

I left two ice cubes near the small divot at Jake's sternum, then trailed one of them down his abdominal wall. My fingers outlined each muscle, each curve and dip, followed by my tongue. He groaned and panted louder, but his slacked arms showed I hadn't tested his restraint enough. My eyes followed my path, down the vertical line of his abdominal wall and fine hairs on Jake's lower belly.

When my chin brushed against the tip of his cock, slightly damp with precum, I planted a kiss below his navel, slurped up the small puddle that remained where the first cube melted, and popped what was left of the third cube in my mouth. What was left dissolved quickly on my tongue, so I swallowed it while Jake's eyes glared at me.

By this point, Jake's cock was red, the skin stretched tight, and it leaked out beads of precum. Like in the restaurant bathroom, I grazed my teeth over his tip and flicked the tip of my tongue over his slit. With pursed lips, I drew him inward, then massaged a slow circle around his head with my tongue. The slightly tangy taste of his precum filled my mouth, so I gripped one of my hands around his shaft. With purposely slow movements, I pumped down and milked up.

After I drew him in and out of my mouth, at a repetitive and hopefully torturous speed, his entire body stiffened. In between my legs, his inner and outer thighs locked up and clenched hard with tension.

He's close. Let's see how he likes being edged.

With his cock still in my mouth, I grabbed one of the last two ice cubes on his chest and pursed my fingers around it. Drips of condensation slid down my index finger and thumb, and Jake's entire body jolted when I pressed it right where his balls hung off his base.

"Oh fuck!"

Jake flinched, cursed a lot more, and even his balls twitched away from the cold. The soft, dimpled skin broke out in goosebumps as I drew a figure eight around them with the ice cube, but the heat that surged out from between his legs melted it quickly. The more I worked him over, the tenser Jake's legs became around me, until a soft crack sound drew my attention towards his knuckled over toes.

"You like that." I released him and blew a warm breath over the iced area. "Remember your little edging confessional?"

At his silent nod, I reminded him with soft, suggestive strokes of my fingers over his sac, "Payback's a bitch."

"Fuck Harper!" He groaned loudly when I pursed my lips around his tip, sucked in his head, then popped off. Every abdominal muscle the guy had clenched and tensed into definition as I teased only the head with shallow sucks in and released off.

With a quick smirk at his tortured and flushed red face, I repositioned what was left of the cube at the base of his shaft. With slow, soft movements, I drew a melting line up his central ridge, rimmed his edge, then chased my ice trail with my tongue.

"Chill out," I teased and blew another breath over the chilled area. "You definitely like that."

With my dry hand, I grabbed around his shaft and gave a slow, warm tug. His lips parted into a groan and his abs again clenched into a perfect definition of ridges. The flash of black script on his left rib caught my attention again, so I dragged my free hand's fingers over the words.

"With pain comes strength," I whispered, leaned over, and traced my lips around the small letters.

My dry hand teased lower, clutched around his balls, and cupped them gently for a distraction. As I hoped, Jake relaxed slightly and he released a slow, ragged breath. With my other hand, I dragged the ice cube lower, where I circled it around each of his warm, pink sacs. By now, the cube was about a quarter of its original size and rounded on every corner.

With probably the biggest smirk I'd ever felt on my lips, I gently pushed up his balls with my dry hand, teased an index finger around the ridges of his back hole, then shoved what was left of the ice cube inside.

Like I'd expected, Jake's entire body jolted like I'd electrocuted him. But instead of the curse words I'd also expected, he just grunted quietly and shook his head.

With quick fingers, I ripped open the condom over his erection and spread his legs further open. My palm rubbed over his balls as I lowered the latex to his base. The more I rubbed, the louder he groaned and more his hips squirmed.

After a quick climb over, I lined him up with my entrance and sank down. My ridiculously aroused insides suctioned him inside like a welcome home party as I sat with him fully submerged in me. His length and thickness pushed an ache of pleasure through me on entrance. With my palms flat on his chest, I arched my back, tipped my chin up, and enjoyed the stretch of me around him.

Another reach around Jake's side found a few more ice cubes hadn't completely melted. I teased his nipples with one again until they hardened and raised with goosebumps. My hips shifted up and down as harshly as I moved them. Jake's groans hit my ears and pushed me faster, harder, until my own breath was ragged.

My fingers parted his thin lips, and I popped one last ice cube into his mouth. Before he protested, I slammed his jaw shut, grabbed his wrists, and fucked him as hard as I moved. Heat built quickly under his jersey and my nipples prickled as they rubbed against the synthetic fabric. Perspiration beaded up on my hairline, behind my knees, and where my palms squeezed his wrists. With fast movements, I slid myself up Jake's cock to the tip, then slammed back down.

Beneath me, Jake's thighs shook against my knees, low curse words escaped around the ice cube in his mouth, and his lower back arched as he bucked his hips upwards against my thrusts. The wet sounds of slapped skin intermixed with the low grunts I pushed out.

"My hands..." he growled out in equal parts frustration and desperation. "Now."

I obliged him and carefully unknotted the cords, then rubbed my fingers over the pink marks on his skin. Thankfully, there were only slight indentations, but his hands shot to my hips and he bucked up into me hard. Even below me, his eyes glared darkly, angrily at me as he slammed my hips down and pounded upwards.

My insides swelled up and choked down hard, almost painfully hard. The soft, slicked skin slap sounds of my release were drowned out by Jake's grunts and low-muttered curses. His face was flushed red and wrenched tight, with hard lines etched around his eyes and corners of his mouth. They all relaxed as he exhaled sharply. The soft twitches inside me as his thrusts turned uneven and the shot of warmth signaled he came in the condom.

Once his hips stilled, I moved my right knee but his hands tightened around my hips. Since we'd both obviously finished, I glanced down at him with slightly parted open lips. His only response was he lifted his hands and cupped behind my neck. With one tug, he dragged me down until my lips smashed hard against his.

I grounded myself with tight fists clenched around his bunched-up T-shirt as my elbows landed on the same spot I'd dumped the ice onto. Even from the bottom, his lips covered mine. At my first inhale, his tongue thrust into my mouth, where it stroked hard against mine. A soft moan vibrated my throat and lips as I sucked onto his tongue and swore my spine melted by the time he pulled back.

Jake's breath washed hot over my lips as he panted loudly. Once he finally spoke, his voice was filled with hardened determination. He also said the last words I'd expected at this moment.

"I'm taking you out on a real date tomorrow."

"Hmmm..." I leaned forwards and pressed my lips back to his.

After a few more heated kisses, we both gasped for air. In a surprising move, Jake tugged me down against his chest. His now flaccid cock remained inside me and his heart pounded loudly in my ear, but I nestled my forehead against the base of his damp neck. With a slight turn sideways, I loosened my death grip on his shirt and surrendered under the warmth of his arms around me.

With a sharp exhale, I conceded, "Fine."