Right from the Start (bwwm) - 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙴

40: wake-up call

It was early September. School had been in for a few weeks and the football team already had a 2-0 start. It was a typical Thursday afternoon practice. Jordan was on the sidelines, studying a play when a bone-shattering crunch was heard, making everyone near focus in on it.

The players on the sideline, including Jordan, all ran towards the mayhem, stumbling over each other and holding back their nausea as the scene played out in front of them.

"Fuck! Kincaid, what the hell did you do?!"

The defensive coordinator was screaming his head off as he ripped Dante Kincaid off the ground, getting into his face, grilling him over the situation at hand.

"You don't hit your quarterback! You fucking idiot, what were you thinking?!"

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Suddenly, everyone's attention was back on Mark Hanson, the starting quarterback writhing in pain on the field.

As Jordan watched the medical staff quickly take action, he felt his stomach churn.

Nobody's ankle was supposed to twist around in that direction.

As Mark's broken ankle dangled in the air, the offensive coordinator pressed his clipboard to his face and groaned for a second before he turned to look at a still-horrified Jordan.

"Prescott! You're up."

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After practice, a quick shower, and a short meeting with the offensive coordinator, Jordan couldn't wait to get back and share his news with Dahlia. Another step towards their goal was happening and it was even sooner than expected.

In all honesty, Jordan hoped to have the starting position next year after Mark Hanson graduated. The plan was to start his last two years and then enter in the draft right before graduation.

Now, it looked like he'd get three shots at a college championship. 

After tossing his bag in his place and giving Marcus and Kat, who were on their couch, a quick nod, Jordan headed over to Kat and Dahlia's place.

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Dahlia's eyebrows were knit together as she hopped off the couch and over to the front door as quickly as she could. The rapid knocking on the other side startled her like something out of a horror flick, and once she swung the door open her fears heightened.

"Jordy-- what's wrong?"

The disbelief in Jordan's eyes was unreadable and Dahlia had no clue what was going on as she ushered her boyfriend inside. She pulled him in and his words sent her for a loop, similar to his own.

"Doll, I'm starting."

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Jordan woke up bright and early the Saturday morning of his first game as a starter. His nerves woke him up before his alarm had the chance to and as he turned to look at a lightly snoring Dahlia, he knew exactly what to do to calm his nerves.

He pulled back the blanket and held back a groan as he took in a still-sleeping Dahlia's gorgeous form.

Dressed in one of Jordan's shirts and a pair of little black panties, Jordan thanked all the gods that the girl laying next to him was his.

He sent light kisses down her left leg, which must've tickled, because soon she rolled over onto her back, allowing Jordan to gently pull down the small piece of fabric that was obstructing his view.

"Fuck me..."

Jordan licked his bottom lip and bit it before spreading her legs and leaning in to lightly blow a puff of air over her entrance.

His tongue ran over her slit a few times, and as he continued slowly, he could feel her hips beginning to jerk once every so often.

Her whimpering began a few moments later as Jordan lazily rolled his tongue around her clit before sucking on it.

Dahlia was still half asleep, slowly beginning to stir as her body responded to Jordan's tongue, but her eyes shot open, the moment his fingers joined in on the fun.

"Oh, God!"

Jordan, smiled up at her, before pushing her back to lay down.

"Mmm, you know I had to get some good luck before today's game. Now shut up, and enjoy it, Doll."

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