Chapter 21

Being on my knees for Tucker is a heady experience. He is this big, powerful linebacker, and I can turn him to goo with my mouth.

It's intoxicating.

Right now, I am too turned on and riled up to put on much of a porn show. Seeing his ex talk to him put me in some kind of mood. It's not jealousy, but it's not not jealousy. I have trust and belief in my relationship with Tucker. But I also have this need to show him who he belongs to.

So I pull his jeans down to his ankles and start pumping his half hard dick. I hear his head thump against the door, but I'm too busy licking his balls to care. They taste like mint body wash and something that is decidedly Tucker. I could lap at his balls all day, and I carry on doing it after his cock is hard and weeping in my hand.

"Please, sweetheart," he whines. "Suck me."

Well, if he insists.

I pull back from his balls and immediately swallow him down whole. My nose is nestled in his pubes, and I breathe in his scent. If I could bottle that, I'd be horny all the time.

I go to town on his dick, tasting his salty pre-come, feeling him heavy on my tongue, eating up every inch of him, his moans spurring me on every second. Usually, when I suck his dick first, I get off by fucking Tucker"s face. That isn't going to work this time. I'm too close to my own orgasm. I shove my hands in my pants and start furiously stroking my own dick. I feel Tucker"s thighs tense, knowing that soon, I'm going to be rewarded with his cum.

Tucker doesn't disappoint. I swallow down every single drop he gives me before letting my own orgasm wash over me while he's still in my mouth. I make a huge mess of my underwear, but I give no fucks.

"That was amazing, Gio. Your mouth is like a cock whisperer, but for me only," he says, running his hand through my sweaty hair. I just smile at him. I am boneless.

Tucker lifts me up, pulls the sheets back, and starts undressing me. He then goes to the bathroom for a wet cloth and cleans me up before putting some athletic shorts on me. He repeats this for himself and then snuggles in bed with me.

"Post-orgasm hugs are the best," I mumble, long blinks taking over.

It feels like five minutes later, I'm woken up by banging and shouting.

"What's going on?" Perry says with a yawn. I guess he came back after we passed out. I'd asked him during the week if he minded Tucker staying over, but he was totally cool about it and just asked that we didn't fuck on his things or while he was in the room, which is more than fair.

"Cheerleaders, I have something of yours," someone shouts in a sing-song voice.

The three of us look at each other and rush downstairs. Hudson and Wyatt coming out of their room behind us. As soon as we hit the stairs, I see a guy I vaguely know from frat parties and around campus.

He's standing by the open front door with someone over his shoulder and a shit eating grin on his face.

"Finally. I've been shouting for-evah," he says with an eye roll.

"It was thirty seconds, you ass," the person over his shoulder says.

Wait.

I recognise that voice.

"Luke? What the fuck is going on here," I step towards the guy, but Tucker grabs my hand, not letting me get too close.

"This cute, little troublemaker says he belongs to you guys. Seeing as you know his name, I guess he wasn't lying after all."

"I told you so, jerk face," Luke mumbles. The guy slaps Luke's ass sharply. "If you keep sassing me, I'll keep spanking you."

"Dude, what the fuck? Put him down." Perry scowls at him.

This time, Hudson and Wyatt step closer. I guess they look more intimidating than I do because he shrugs and places Luke upright. Luke wobbles a bit, but the guy catches him and holds him still.

"Your hot little friend decided to teepee my frat house. The kappas don't take too kindly to acts of vandalism." He finally lets go of Luke, but neither move away from each other.

"Shit, Luke, why would you do that? Their president is a fucking hard ass," Wyatt says, throwing his hands in the air making Luke wince.

"I guess that is a great segue into introducing myself. Hello, I am Corey Howe, President of Kappa Sigma Kappa." I don't think I have ever seen a more arrogant smile. "Luke, I want to see you at my frat house tomorrow at ten am sharp."

"I can't do that. I have a brunch." Luke crosses his arms.

"Why do you think I would care about that? Be there, or you won't like the consequences." He gives us all a look of disdain before turning on his heels and leaving, not bothering to shut the door behind him.

"Okay, dining room now. We need to discuss whatever the fuck just happened." Perry says, the five of us following him and all sitting down around the table.

Luke opens his mouth to start, but Bradley appears. "Why was the door open, and did I just see Corey Howe leave the house?" Even Bradley looks frazzled. Luke really is fucked.

"Luke is just about to explain," Hudson says, motioning Bradley to take a seat.

"Remember I said I had a date tonight with this frat guy I met outside a coffee cart last week? He was super cute and super nice, and he asked me to meet him at that amazing taco place in Pine Valley. I wait for half an hour before I accept that I've been stood up. I order a ride, and this really cool driver asks me how I'm doing and I get it all out. The bad dates, how I feel my virginity has become my only personality trait, my brothers forgetting our video call last week. Anyway, he says I should still enjoy my evening, so I spend a few hours helping him make food deliveries. The last one is to the dorms, and guess who answers naked? My date. Ian, the driver, says I should get revenge. We head to Target and buy a bunch of toilet paper. Then we teepee the house…except I got the wrong house, and Corey wasn't very happy."

I think we're all a bit stunned for a second.

"Oh, and Ian ran away and left me," Luke adds with a wince.

"You teepeed the kappas. That is…fuck Luke, they've destroyed people for less." Bradley says. It's weird seeing him so fucking serious.

"We will figure something out. In the morning. It's all going to be fine," Perry says, and gets up to move around the table and hug Luke. "Come on, let"s get to bed."

Perry guides Luke up to his room and we have no reason to stay.

"This was an eventful night," Tucker says, getting into bed and positioning me so I'm draped over his chest. It's our favorite way to sleep. "If Luke needs anything, he has my support. The whole football team will probably help."

Tucker making that offer makes me fall a little bit more in love with him. I wonder if it's going to be like this always? The more we learn and grow with each other, the more we fall in love every day.

The falling part never stops.