13. Quid Pro Quo
CHAPTER 13
QUID PRO QUO
BAY
I think I should order a mini fridge to put in my room, so I can have cold water whenever I want without going downstairs.
Judging by the chatter that reaches me as I descend the last two steps of the stairs, the entire house seems to have convened in the living room.
Different voices fight over one another, so I bet it’s a fraternity meeting or a team meeting. The two things are almost one and the same, since very few Gamma brothers this year aren’t hockey players.
I wish the guys had let me know they had a house meeting, so I would have gone to study at the library or something. I don’t want to intrude in their fraternity time.
Which actually reminds me that the Zetas have nowhere to meet since our house is condemned and I need to find somewhere where we can have our meetings.
Last year, I would have asked Topher if we could meet at the Gamma house. It would make total sense since we’re affiliated to the Gammas. But there’s no way in hell I’m going to ask Topher anything. Especially not a favor he would probably hold over my head .
I debate if I should give up on my water and run back to my room, but whatever the guys are debating seems to be taking everyone’s full attention. If I walk quietly, I should be able to make it to the kitchen and back up the stairs undetected.
I tiptoe out of the kitchen, bottle of water in hand, preparing to dart away quickly when I have to pass by the living room door. Tucker’s boisterous voice makes me jump almost causing me to drop my bottle and that’s when what they’re saying catches my attention.
They’re arguing about why they lost the first two games of the season.
I’ve always known that they have a few good luck rituals to keep Lady Luck on their side on game night.
For example Topher eats a protein shake with peanut butter and a whole raw egg—yuck—for breakfast every morning on game day. He believes that helps him perform on the ice; to the point that when they have an away game, he asks the restaurant of whatever hotel the team is staying at to make him his shake.
Cole has his lucky stick and spends an inordinate amount of time taping it the day before a game.
From what they’re discussing, their good luck rituals are way more complex than that.
I’m about to walk away, when it becomes apparent that Jagger hasn’t done whatever was expected of him to propitiate good luck on game day.
An argument begins and I can’t believe what I’m hearing.
Jagger sneaks a girl in the locker room before every home game and gets a blowjob? A good luck bj, apparently.
I clench my fingers around my water bottle to the point that my knuckles turn white without even realizing I’m doing it. My heart is beating hard and fast, my pulse so loud in my ears that for a second I can’t hear whatever is being said in the living room .
I’m kinda pissed and disappointed. I recognize the intense emotions that’s making me almost dizzy as jealousy and that’s a problem. I have no right to be jealous of Jagger. Sure we shared a hot kiss, the hottest kiss of my entire life, but that doesn’t change the fact that we’re little more than acquaintances.
I don’t know how long I stand there in total turmoil, trying to gain control of my irrational emotions.
When the meeting comes to a conclusion and Jagger gets marching orders to get blown before the next game or else, I finally snap out of my trance and run back upstairs. I don’t stop until I’m safely back in my room.
I slowly breathe in and out to calm my erratic heartbeat. What the guys do is none of my business. I don’t have time or energy to dedicate to their crazy antics. I have a degree to finish, a social media empire to keep up with and a resolution to stick to.
No emotional entanglements, no distractions and most of all, no more hockey players.
I sit at my desk and open my laptop, repeating my resolutions to myself over and over, like a mantra.
Forget about Jagger and the guys and focus on your studies .
There’s no way in hell I can concentrate on my Advanced Organic Chemistry homework.
I’ve been reading the same line for over an hour and I still don’t know what it says. I need this done to be ready for my lab class on Monday, but I know when I need to call it quits. I can’t concentrate because all I can think about is Jagger.
More accurately, Jagger getting a blowjob before next game. From someone else.
I cover my eyes with my hands, groaning in frustration. I say someone else as if what Jagger does with his dick and whose mouth he puts it in had anything to do with me.
Fuck .
This is crazy. I stand up from my chair and I’m pacing between my desk and my bed like a woman obsessed.
The truth is… I want to do it.
Not just because I don’t want someone else to do it, even though that’s definitely part of the reason. I want to kiss Jagger again, everywhere.
I’ve been thinking about him and that kiss constantly, it’s been literally keeping me up at night. I burned out my vibrator because despite the fact that just the thought of Jagger and his lips turns me on beyond belief, when push comes to shove, the big O is still out of reach.
Not for lack of trying though.
So maybe this is the solution. If I get close to him again, I’m sure I’ll snap out of this lust induced daze.
Maybe that kiss was a fluke. If I have to blow him to find out, I’m down, pun totally intended.
That’s it. Since the bunnies are on strike, I’ll offer to help him before tomorrow’s game. I’ll ask for something in return though. Another kiss.
The way I see it, it’s a win-win situation. I get Jagger out of my system, he gets his good luck ritual reinstated.
With my mind made up, I walk into the empty hallway and knock on Jagger’s door before I can chicken out.
JAGGER
Fuck.
Maybe I should go out to the bar on campus tonight, see if I can find a hookup willing to help me before tomorrow’s game.
I really don’t want to though.
It doesn’t feel right when all I can think about is Bay Woods .
It doesn’t even make sense that I should feel this way. Not only do I owe nothing to Bay, I always make it crystal clear to my hookups that all that’s on offer is a good time and possibly multiple orgasms. I love to make women come and I have a natural talent for it.
Setting the boundaries from the start usually ensures that we both have a great time and there aren’t any hurt feelings when everything is said and done. Unless your name is Candace, apparently.
That’s also why I tend to keep every hookup as a one and done, so there’s no chance of misunderstanding.
What happened with Candace is proof that repeat performances are dangerous.
I get up from my desk, studying isn’t gonna happen today. After the way our team meeting ended earlier, I know that how I feel doesn’t matter.
If the bunnies aren’t gonna budge, I need to find someone to step in and help me end this horrid losing streak.
Maybe kissing someone else, having someone else suck me off, will help me get rid of this unhealthy obsession with Bay Woods.
I nod to myself, faking a resolve I don’t feel.
There’s a knock on the door.
I roll my eyes as I walk away from my desk. If it’s one of my teammates, bitching about how I let them down, I swear to God?—
“Bay,” I blink a couple of times in rapid succession to make sure the Zeta president is really standing outside my door and that my stupid imagination hasn’t turned into full blown hallucinations.
“I’ll do it.”
That’s all she says, nodding her blonde head.
I must look like a total moron, standing there, with my mouth open like a fish out of water. I blink again, confused .
Maybe this is a full sensory hallucination and I’m only imagining Bay outside my door.
“I’ll do it,” she repeats. “The blowjob. I’m going to blow you before tomorrow’s game to help you end your losing streak.”
“Come again?” I ask, because… Fuck.
She repeats what she just said. I guess I heard her right the first time.
“Why?” I ask.
Because this doesn’t make sense.
“Why not?”
Faint voices waft in from downstairs and I grab Bay’s hand. “Come on in and let’s talk about this.” I pull her into my room, closing the door behind us.
Whatever is going on, I don’t think we need an audience for this conversation.
I look at Bay. She looks different than her usual highly polished, extremely well put together trademark look.
Not that she looks worse than usual, just different, more natural I guess.
Her long blonde hair is tumbling down her back in soft waves rather than her usual, sleek, high ponytail.
Like the other day, she’s wearing little to no makeup, her petite, toned body clad in a gauzy pale pink sundress that bares her shoulders and shows off her cleavage.
I’ve always found her designer clothes and her fashionable style attractive, but I think I prefer this version of her. She looks younger like this and that hair looks so soft that I have to clench my fists to resist the urge of running my fingers through it.
We look at each other for a long moment and I think I must be crazy to question her motives.
The woman I’ve been obsessing about for a couple of weeks has just offered to give me a blowjob. This is a win-win situation, if I ever saw one .
And yet…
“So to be clear,” I drawl. “You came here to offer me a blowjob before tomorrow’s game?”
She nods. That’s it, not another word.
“Bay,” I say, trying to wrap my head around this unexpected turn of events. “I don’t understand. How do you even know about this?”
I’m not gonna lie, the thought that this might be some kind of prank crosses my mind. After all, Candace and a few other bunnies are Zetas.
“I went downstairs to get some water and I heard you guys arguing about it. I think it’s extremely unfair that they’re blaming you for losing those two games.”
God, just when I thought I couldn’t possibly like her more. “Right? They are being unfair. So forgive me if I ask you why you decided to make me this offer. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate it, but it’s not like this is your problem. Are you doing it to piss off your ex?” I ask when the thought hits me.
Bay shrugs. “No, Topher has nothing to do with it. Even though, if this pisses him off, I consider it an added bonus.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, I get it. What he did to you is fucking wrong by the way. If he wanted to hook up with other girls, he should have broken up with you beforehand.”
She smiles for the first time since I opened the door to her. “Thanks. That means a lot. He keeps acting like he did nothing wrong and I’m overreacting.”
It doesn’t surprise me. “I’m sorry, Bay. To be honest with you though, I’m not surprised. Topher and I aren’t friends. For what it’s worth, he’s an even bigger idiot than I thought, losing someone like you for a meaningless fuck with Bianca.”
That must’ve been the right thing to say, because Bay’s smile widens. “Yeah, well. His loss, right?”
“Totally his loss,” I agree. “So if it isn’t to piss off Topher, why?”
Redness spreads on her face and neck and she lowers her gaze. “I can’t stop thinking about you. Since we kissed, I mean. It was…”
“The best kiss I’ve ever had.” I finish for her.
“Yeah,” she says softly, meeting my gaze again.
My first instinct is to do a victory lap around the room, but I don’t need to embarrass myself. Admitting that our kiss affected me too was already more than I wanted to disclose.
“So?” Bay asks. “Are you interested?”
“Of course I’m fucking interested.” I spit out almost interrupting her. I don’t want her to change her mind. “I was just wondering why you wanted to do it, that’s all.”
Bay raises a hand to slow my roll. “I have one condition though.”
Fuck.
It sounded too good to be true. What can she possibly want?
As I ask myself that question, I realize that it doesn’t matter. Unless she wants a vital organ to sell on the black market or my firstborn, I’m pretty sure I’ll agree to whatever she wants in exchange. Even if she wanted me to take her on a date. It’s not something I usually do—or I wouldn’t be in this situation to begin with—but I can think of worse things than having dinner with Bay Woods.
“I want you to kiss me again.”
At the risk of repeating myself, fuck.
“ That’s what you want in return for blowing me before the game?” I ask.
She takes it the wrong way. “If that’s a deal breaker?—”
I close the distance between us with one short stride and crush her lips with mine, pulling her against me with one hand on her slender waist.
Her soft lips feel even better than I remembered, and the second I tease the seam of her mouth with my tongue, she allows me in.
Sweet Jesus .
I could just kiss this woman all day and it would never get old.
Since the second I found her at my door, I’ve been dying to touch her hair and it’s even softer and silkier than I remembered.
I have no idea how long we kiss. I just know that kissing Bay erases any other kiss I’ve ever had.
My teeth graze her bottom lip and the little noise that comes from the back of her throat, the way she fists the fabric of my t-shirt to keep me from moving away, are fucking everything.
The explosive chemistry between us makes me want more. I mean, I know there’s gonna be more since she just offered to blow me, but I realize that I don’t want to wait until tomorrow to get closer to her.
The last time we kissed, we were in front of pretty much half the campus population, so I had to keep things strictly PG.
This is different since we’re in my room and we have privacy.
My hand leaves her hair, caressing its way down the column of her neck, tracing her delicate collar bone; the journey continues down her side as my fingers tease the side of her breast, testing the waters.
Bay doesn’t move away, she leans into my touch, deepening the kiss even further.
I don’t waste any time and close my hand over the perfect globe of her tit, feeling its weight; it’s round, soft and yet perky, a little more than a handful. Which is something, considering that I have big hands.
“Oh.” She moans as the pad of my thumb finds her little hard nipple.
That’s it.
I need to see her tits, to close my mouth over her nipples and suck and lick .
Another idea springs in my mind. She’s gonna make me come tomorrow in the locker room, it’s only fair I return the favor.
And since I’m a very giving kind of guy, I’ll pay it forward and make sure that Bay comes over and over and over before she leaves my room.
With my mind made up, I lift her up, encouraging her to wrap her sexy thighs around my hips.
I don’t miss the opportunity to slip my fingers under the hem of her dress and tease the silky skin of her buttocks.
Who said that men can’t multitask? I do all that while I keep kissing her and I walk us to the king sized bed that takes most of the wall opposite my bedroom door.
BAY
We land on Jagger’s bed in a heap of hands, mouths and tongues. That’s when I realize that the kiss I wanted as a quid pro quo for helping with his good luck ritual has turned into a full blown make out session.
God, everything he’s doing feels so good and he’s so handsome that I would do anything he wants. I would blow him right here and now.
That’s the thought that ruins everything.
It hits me what I just promised him to do tomorrow and… what if I blow it?
Normally the pun I just came up with would make me laugh, but this is serious and the fear that I might not measure up to all the bunnies he’s done this with is too much to handle.
A pained groan escapes me just as Jagger closes his mouth on my taut nipple through the fabric of my dress and sucks hard, biting softly at the end .
“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” he murmurs, raising his head and searching my gaze with his. “Did I hurt you?”
It would be easy to lie and let him believe that’s what’s wrong with me, but it wouldn’t be fair.
I shake my head, second guessing every decision I made in the last twenty minutes.
“Bay,” Jagger scoots up, cupping my face with a big, gentle hand. “If I did something wrong, I’m sorry. I?—”
“You didn’t do anything wrong.” I put him out of his misery. “But what if I do?”
He looks confused. “What do you mean? You have to give me more than that, Bay. I’m a little lost right now.”
Heat rises to my face, suddenly worried about admitting what kinds of thoughts are swirling in my head in a vicious cycle.
“What if I give you the worst blowjob you’ve ever had? I’m a little rusty, I haven’t done it since freshman year.”
Jagger runs slow circles on the sensitive spot behind my ear with the pad of his thumb. “You haven’t? I mean, didn’t you and Topher…”
“I went down on him once when we first started dating. Then I stopped.”
There’s no judgement in his tone, but his question is predictable. “Why? I’m sorry if this is none of my business, but?—”
“Because right after I gave him a bj, he made it clear he wouldn’t return the favor. Like, ever.”
Now Jagger looks positively surprised. “What? Why?”
I shrug. “His only explanation was that he doesn’t like eating pussy.”
It’s Jagger’s turn to shake his head. “He doesn’t like eating pussy? That’s proof that the guy is an idiot. There are very few things more rewarding than seeing your partner come apart because of something you’re doing. ”
I agree with him. “True. But at that point, oral was off the table.”
He nods. “That’s fair. He shouldn’t expect you to do something he isn’t prepared to reciprocate.”
That makes me feel better. “I’m glad you agree. Topher was of the idea that I should go down on him without expecting anything in return.”
“On what basis?” he snorts.
“Because I didn’t find the idea revolting.”
Jagger barks out a laugh. “What a fucking tool. I’m glad you stuck to your guns about that, Bay.”
I let out a shuddering breath, lowering my gaze again. “Thanks. But now I’m worried that I’m going to disappoint you tomorrow.”
He coaxes me to look at him, by titling my head back. His eyes are like warm, golden honey. “There’s no way you’re going to disappoint me. There’s really no wrong way to give a blowjob, as long as you’re careful with your teeth.”
I feel slightly better. “Will you tell me what feels good? I really want to do a good… job .”
“That sounds good,” he chuckles. “Now, where were we? I believe I was checking out the sexiest pair of tits I’ve ever seen.”
The heat in his eyes as they skim down to my chest, makes me shudder; this time it’s for all the right reasons though.
The way Jagger looks at me, makes me feel more beautiful than a hundred sessions at my favorite beauty salon.
His mouth glides down my neck, his fingers toying with the spaghetti straps of my dress, lowering them slowly; it’s almost as if he’s trying to give me the opportunity to stop him if I don’t want what he’s about to do.
“Oh.” I gasp when he closes his mouth over my nipple; without my dress in the way, his warm, wet mouth feels incredible.
I don’t even realize that I’m arching my back to give him better access until he leaves one breast to lave the other with equal attention.
“Bay,” Jagger murmurs as he pushes my dress further down my waist. “I think this deal about you blowing me in exchange for a kiss is a little unfair. I want something too.”
I’m a little confused. “You want something? But the whole point was you’re getting the blowjob before the game.”
He nods, looking at me while his hands leave my chest and slip under my skirt, feeling my outer thighs. “I know. But that’s unfair. I think to make things equal, I should get to go down on you right now. It’s only fair that you come too.”
Tears well in my eyes at his sweet offer. I seriously don’t want to be one of those girls who cries in bed. I’ve never understood that when I see it in movies or read it in books. Why would an orgasm make you cry?
The lack of it however is a good enough reason to bawl my eyes apparently.
I’m so stressed. I don’t want to say no, because I want to get closer to Jagger. I definitely want to kiss him again and I know if I say no now, that might never happen.
But I also don’t want to lie to him.
A lump is closing my throat, that’s what years of repressed guilt will do to you, take my word for it.
I don’t feel great about the way I faked my orgasm with Topher and I don’t want to do it now. Whether this is our only hook up or if we’ll do it again, I don’t want to lie to Jagger.
“Don’t worry about that,” I say, pulling him up to touch my lips to his. “It’s not like we’re together. I offered to help with your situation, you don’t have to return the favor.”
“But I want to,” he insists. “A kiss isn’t enough to repay you for what you’re gonna do tomorrow. Please Bay, I want to make you come.”
That just about does it.
His kind tone, the way he’s looking at me—as if I was this precious thing—the attraction that’s making the air between us crackle with electricity.
I burst into tears.
And I spill the beans. I admit how I’ve never had an orgasm. Not with my two sexual partners so far, not by myself.
I tell Jagger how Topher tried pretty much everything—except for going down on me—including sex toys.
Embarrassment makes me cry harder when I admit that after my ex’s comment about how unsexy women who don’t come during sex are, I resorted to faking my orgasms.