I put my mouth on her. Fuck, she tasted like both of us. My cum was dried on her thighs and her pussy was sticky with it. This was only the second time I did this, but I’d been observant the first go. I had a pretty good idea of what she needed. It seemed the top of her clit was extra sensitive and so I flicked it with my tongue.
She came awake and cried out my name, her hand dropping onto my head.
“That’s it, Cammie girl. I love watching you come for me.”
Her folds were plump and swollen, so I was careful with them, just teasing her with my finger, which set her over the edge.
“Zeb!”
Fuck, I’d never get tired of hearing that.
When she pushed my head away because her clit was too sensitive, I kissed my way up her body and let her taste herself.
“What about you?”
“That was for me,” I told her.
“But you’re hard.”
“And your pussy’s sore, I’m sure.”
“Zeb.”
“I might play to win when it comes to football, sweetheart, but I’m not keeping score with you.”
16
CAMMIE
An hour later,I finished with my shower and was coming down the hall from the central bathrooms. I was in sweats and carrying my shower caddy and towel. We figured Rose would come back to the room soon and the last thing either of us wanted was to be caught bare ass naked when she did.
When I opened the door, Rose was there with Zeb, who was dressed and not looking like he’d spent the night having sex with me. That side of him was my secret, only something I knew about.
But I couldn’t linger in my thoughts on how hot Zeb was, because Rose wasn’t alone.
Chase Trout was with her.
Everyone looked at me when I came in. Zeb was sitting on my bed looking pissed. Rose smiled and looked pleased, because her roommate finally got laid and by the star quarterback. Chase looked… sly. His gaze raked over me and it made Zeb growl.
Rose came over and offered me a hug, then whispered in my ear. “Looks like we both got football players last night.”
My eyes widened and I saw Chase smirk over her shoulder. He was in jeans, old sneakers and a football sweatshirt like Zeb’s. I had to admit, for a jerk, he was really good looking in a polished way. I bet he used more hair product than I did.
Oh my God. He and Rose must’ve had a one-night stand. Was I being naive? Rose had shared some details of her one-night stands she had in the past. I didn’t judge her for it. In fact, up until I met Zeb, I wondered if maybe there was something wrong with me that I wasn’t into them.
But Chase Trout?
Fine. He was good looking. On the football team. I had no doubt he could lay on the fake charm. But I knew his real personality. I wish I’d known they’d have connected at the party because I would have warned her.
I doubted Rose was looking at Chase for a ring and babies. She liked things casual and hopefully had fun with him. Maybe he was nice to people who didn’t catch him dealing drugs.
While she was pretty and vivacious and a catch, I had no doubt he hooked up with her because he knew she was my roommate.
“Who wants to get pancakes? I’m starved,” Rose said.
“Yeah, burned off some calories last night,” Chase added. Rose giggled and blushed.
I wanted to gag.
