We lost. We fucking lost.

I was trying not to let myself believe it was all my fault, but it was all my fault. I was the captain of the football team, the quarterback. My team looked to me for leadership and guidance. When I'm off my game it reflects on the rest of my team.

So that's why I was here, at the Blue Horse, the local college bar, drinking my sorrows away.

A few of my teammates joined me but most of the football team was out at a party. I couldn't get myself to go to that party. Partially because I was letting myself wallowing in self pity but also because I wanted to give my team some space to shit about me and be able to say whatever they want without my ears around to hear it.

"I'm buying a round of shots." Monroe clapped me on the shoulder.

"Let me." I fished out my wallet.

"No no no, let me throw some of my money away while you sit around pouting forever."

"I'm not pouting." I argued even though we both knew that was a giant lie.

"We win as a team and we lose as a team. Stop putting every mistake on your own shoulders. We both know you ain't the only one to make mistakes out on that field tonight."

"Whatever get the damn shots and stop lecturing me."

"You're an asshole Ev." Monroe laughed waving the bartender over to get some shots.

I was creating myself a nice buzz and with the shots that Monroe bought I was on the road to getting drunk by the end of the night.

"Cap we're going to the football house, you coming?" Jetson called out signaling to him and two of the other teammates that had come with me.

"Nah you guys have fun." I waved them off.

"Ok fun killer." Monroe sighed falling into chair next to me.

"Let me have fun my own way."

"When does this exactly start getting fun?"

"Fuck off, if you are so miserable just go with Jetson." I shoved my friends shoulder.

I knew Monroe wouldn't go. Out of all the guys on the team Monroe was the person I was closest to. He had my back all the way and I guess he was sort of my best friend.

"Someone has got to drag your sorry ass home."

"I'm going to get another drink." I grumbled getting up to return to my spot at the bar.

I had just ordered another draft when a flash of blonde caught my eye. Swooping through the bar was Becca, Monroe's girlfriend and my best friend. I watched as she threw herself on top of him. I was sort of relieved she was here, it would get Monroe off my back for the rest of the night.

"Heard you lost."

My whole body tensed at that voice. I was already feeling like shit and now I was gearing up for a fight.

"Here to gloat?" I spat turning to face none other than Jake Oliver.

Jake was the Captain of our rival team and well he was a giant dickhead. Just seeing that stupid face of his was making me want to slam my fist into it over and over. Even if it wasn't for our teams long standing rivalry with Kingsley I would still want to ring Jake's neck. He was cocky and tended to act as if he was better than everyone else.

"I'm here to drink." He shook his head leaning against the bar.

I tried to ignore the way his body stretched out in front of me. It was such a shame that a body like that was wasted on a personality like Jake's. And the alcohol must be seriously getting to me if I was even acknowledging Jake's body in any sort of positive light.

"What are you doing here Jake?" I was losing patience, it wasn't like this was a private bar but it was right next to Westerly and not in Kingsley territory. So it just didn't make sense that if Jake was looking for a drink he'd come here.

"Thought I'd come for the show, figured you might be pouting about the loss didn't want to miss when the tears started." He grinned smugly.

"Fuck off the only things you'll be seeing is my fist ramming into your face."

"I'd like to see you try asshole." Jake taunted.

"Fucking dickhead."

"Always empty threats with you, let me know when you got some actions to back up those words." Jake rolled his eyes grabbing his drink off the bar.

I didn't want to fight him. Well I did want to punch him but I just didn't really want to do it here at the bar. If I started a fight with Jake here where everyone could see it would turn into a whole thing. My team would declare war even more with Kingsley and it would throw us off for our game next week.

My night of drinking was soured and my bad mood followed me all the way back to Monroe.

"I'm done." I told him.

"Done being a whiny little bitch?" Monroe laughed.

"I just want to sleep and forget this night ever happened." I downed the last of my drink.

"Glad to see you so happy Ev." Becca teased.

"I'm going to piss and then I'm leaving with or without you two." I stalked off to the bathroom.

The bathrooms at the bar were small. There was two stalls but luckily for me when I entered it was empty. And it stayed that way until I was at the sinks washing my hands.

The door to the bathroom swung open, I didn't even bothering to look up as I dried my hands. But then there was a click.

The lock.

Someone had flipped the lock.

I turned to see Jake leaning against the door.

"What's your game?" I questioned not really trusting the other boy.

"I like riling you up." He chuckled.

"Well you can fuck off." I walked towards him ready to shove him aside.

"I don't think I will." He grabbed my wrist stopping me in my place.

"Do you want to get punched?" I threatened.

"Go right ahead." He dropped my wrist.

"Get the fuck out of my way dickhead." Instead of throwing a punch I went for the lock.

I had expected Jake to grab my wrist again because he was just that much of a dick but what I hadn't expected him to do was lean forward. He leaned in causing there to be only inches away from our faces.

I blamed the next events on temporary insanity. It was the only way to explain why I leaned right in pressing my lips against his.

I kissed Jake Oliver.

I didn't let myself think that deeply about that.

Jake didn't hesitate once our lips touched, his other hand went to the back of my head tangling in my hair and his lips pressed harshly against my own.

It wasn't punching but this was still a fight. One I was intending on winning.

So I matched everything Jake did. As his lips clashed against mine I fought right back. He wanted control, he wanted me to just give in but he picked the wrong guy to make out with if that's what he was expecting.

And when his mouth parted and his tongue tried to fight its way into my mouth I resisted. I didn't give a single inch. Instead I took as I pressed my thigh between his and grounded it against his groin.

When Jake let out a low moan I considered that a win for me. This was my kiss, I was in control and there was nothing—

Jake yanked hard on my hair and my mouth opened with a gasp. He didn't waste a second claiming my mouth taking back this kiss for himself.

I was losing.

So I fought again, my tongue fighting against his trying to take control from him yet again. I pressed my hand to his chest pining him more against the door. All I could think about was Jake's lips and the fact I needed to win. I wanted more and more but I wasn't going to give in just to get it.

He'd never let me live it down if I just submitted to him.

But there was this want in me to just let him take. Part of me desperately wanted to know what he'd do with that type of control.

There was a sharp tug on my hair again and this time instead of a gasp I let out a whine. I almost just pulled away the second the noise left me. I hadn't actually thought I could make that noise.

Apparently I really like having my hair pulled.

And it was all it took I relented. I gave in as Jake pulled control back from me.

I let him finally win.

The second I did though he pulled back. I had to stop myself from chasing his lips as they detached from mine. I didn't need to embarrass myself anymore than I already have.

"You're actually kinda hot when you aren't talking." Jake grinned and now instead of wanting to kiss him again I just wanted to punch him.

"Fu-," he didn't let another word come out of my mouth he just pulled me back in.

This time there was no fight as Jake took over the kiss. I was kinda mad I hadn't given in earlier.

The hand that was on my wrist finally moved right down my back until it rested right above my waistband. He pulled me in and then we were rolling our hips against each other.

As my pants got tighter, all I could think about was how much I wanted it. I wanted to touch him, I wanted watch him fall apart as I worked him with my mouth. God I wanted it so bad my head was starting to spin.

I was so lost in my head and the feelings of bliss I barely noticed I was moving. He turned us and soon it was me who was pressed against the door, fully pined. And I didn't think it could feel any better but as Jake's body pressed me further into the solid surface behind me it got to be all too much.

I was started to think Jake was a mind reader because he was pulling away, his hand leaving my hair to rest on my shoulder.

I want to whine from the loss. To beg just for something more but I wasn't that pathetic. I'd never let Jake Oliver reduce me to that low of a point.

I hated him. I hated him maybe a little more now that I knew what he could do. My whole body was buzzing with want and need and it was because of him, the guy I hated more than anything.

It was a weird sensation, the back and forth happening as half of me was so turned on I felt like my dick might fall off and the other half was ready to let my dick fall off just so that I could tell Jake to fuck off and leave this bathroom.

He didn't say anything just moved a little away from me and the hands that were on me were now gone. I wanted to reach out and pull him back in but instead I just leaned against the door panting as I watched as he started undoing the buttons of his pants.

"What-," I couldn't piece together a full sentence.

"You going to get down on your knees or am I going to have to take care of this myself?" Jake's gaze flicked back up to look at me, his eyes dark with desire.

"Fuck you." I breathed but I didn't hesitate to drop to my knees.

Jake pushed his boxers down and let his hard dick spring free. I reached forward grasping it in my hand, the weight, the feel. My mouth was practically watering at the sight. I wanted it in my mouth, the weight of his erection resting on my tongue.

I leaned forward and licked up the underside. I groaned against the salty taste of his skin. I was addicted as I swirled my tongue around the tip.

"Quit teasing." His voice was tight and he was tense as if trying to hold himself back.

"I've had your dick in my hand for like two seconds stop being such an impatient bitch." I rolled my eyes and then sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth.

I let my tongue swirl around him getting used to the feeling. And then I started to move. Bobbing up and down taking more and more into my mouth. Jake's hand went to my head fisting my hair tightly as I moved.

It didn't take long before I was pushing myself down and his whole long shaft was sliding its way down my throat. Once I got to the end I held it just relishing in the feeling of being so full. That feeling of his dick stretching out my throat made my own dick twitch.

"Tap my thigh if it gets too much." Jake rasped.

I barely had time to even think about what that meant before his hips were moving back and then he was thrusting right into my mouth.

Any control I had was now gone and I just fisted my hand into the bottom of his shirt and held on.

"Fuck, your mouth." Jake moaned as he rammed harder into me.

I hummed letting vibrations buzz against him making him breathe out some more curses. I took each harsh thrust and Jake didn't need to know the way my dick was leaking with need with each hit to the back of my throat making me choke against the intrusion. He didn't need to know that if I reached down and just touched my cock I would explode.

"Fuck I'm going to—," and then he was pulling back trying to leave my mouth.

I tightened my hold not letting him get away. I wanted him in my mouth, coming right on my tongue. I flicked my gaze up to look at him and once our eyes locked that was enough. Jake finished right in my mouth, his come coating my tongue.

This was a fight. Had been since the beginning. I had already lost today and I wasn't planning on doing it again.

I pushed at his hips letting his cock slip out of my mouth. I didn't swallow I let his come sit in my mouth as I stood up.

I wasn't going to let Jake beat me like this. The second I was back to his height I spit. I spit his cum right out straight at him. Some of the drops hitting him right in the face.

That blissed out post orgasm face turned deadly. Game fucking on. I wasn't going to lose.

"You didn't want to do that." He practically growled as he reached out and slammed me against the wall by my throat.

I hadn't even been quick enough to avoid it. And even though we were about the same height Jake seemed to tower over me, he gaze filled with rage.

"You want to play this game? We can do that." The hand that wasn't around my throat went down to my pants where my dick was still aching to be touched.

"Fuck please." I whined letting my hips buck forward towards him.

"You really think you deserve this? I should just walk away right now leave you like this." His hand tightened against my throat and it went straight to my cock, I was so close.

I clamped my mouth shut. I wasn't going to let him hear just how desperate I was. I was supposed to win, I wasn't supposed to be losing this badly. But my brain wasn't exactly the one in charge here.

Jake didn't wait for me to say anything he just shoved his hand into my pants grabbing my dick. Each pump was blinding. I wouldn't last, I was a hair string away and as he jerked me roughly I lost the ability to keep quiet.

"Fuck." I cursed shutting my eyes tightly as my orgasm barreled to the surface. "I'm going to-,"

And then it stopped. His hand left my dick and my neck. Jake just stepped away leaving me on the verge of need. I wanted to scream; my dick definitely was screaming.

"What the fuck?" I snapped.

"Spit in my face again and I'll kill you." Jake glared before walking over to the sinks to wash off.

"I fucking hate you." I told him while I fixed my pants.

There was a zero percent chance I was finishing myself off here with him right there. Even if it was the only thing I wanted to do I wasn't going to give Jake the satisfaction.

I had lost for the second time today.

"The feeling is mutual asshole."

And I didn't stay to exchange anymore words I just turned, unlocked the door and stormed out of the bathroom.

Jake Oliver could rot in hell for all I cared.

A/n:

And that's the first chapter!!! Sometimes I read it back and just can't believe that I actually wrote this lol. But as you guys can probably tell it's a mature chapter and that means it's going to be a mature book. I put a warning about it in the introduction but I didn't know if you guys would want me to mark the chapters that have sex in it or not. I decided not to but if you guys would want that I can definitely mark them as mature in the future. I know some mature books do that and it's really up to you guys if that's something you would want me to do.

Anyways, I really hope you enjoyed this chapter! I am super excited to share this book with you. I might end up doing twice a week uploads but I haven't figure it out but I'll update you either here or I'll make an announcement on my page once I figure out a new uploading schedule.

Love you guys!!
-Cora Leigh