The Rulebreaker

I reach down and cup him over his thin gray pants.

“Jesus, Rocky.” He groans loudly.

“Are you going to stop me?” I whisper against his throat.

“No, but I should. You should.”

“I don’t want to.” I lower his cotton sleeping pants and find that he’s not wearing underwear.

I’ve always wondered about that but never asked because it felt intrusive. Now I know. I palm his balls before moving onto his cock. I push him so that he’s flat on his back and lower myself to take him in my mouth. This is something I’ve done before. Not a ton of times, but enough that I know what I’m doing, and from the sounds Mav is making when I add my mouth to my hand movement, I know I’m on the right track. His fingers disappear into my hair and he tugs hard, making me moan against him. He picks up his body and starts to fuck my mouth, keeping me steady with his hands on the top of my head. I feel my eyes fill with tears after a moment because he’s so big and I’m not sure I can take any more, but pleasing him is making me wet, and I keep going. Suddenly, he pulls me off him and looks down at me with bewildered eyes.

“Come here.”

I wipe my mouth and crawl up toward him, undressing as I move, until only my panties are left. Maverick puts his hands on my ass and hoists me up to his face so that I’m practically sitting on him. My body is burning, yearning for him to do something, but all he does is hold me there, breathing, exhaling onto me, tickling me through the thin layer of my panties. I’m so wet I can hardly take it, and when he hooks a finger through my panties and pulls them aside, letting his tongue hit my clit, I start to shake uncontrollably. It should be embarrassing, the fact that he hasn’t done anything to elicit this orgasm from me, but it’s not, and he keeps going, licking me like I’m his favorite ice cream, sucking me into his mouth like he can’t let anything go to waste.

My body has a mind of its own as I start grinding against his face. This is something I’ve never done before, and it strikes me that this is the kind of thing he thinks I may want to experience with someone else. I just don’t understand why? Why would I want that when he’s so fucking good at what he’s doing? I feel the orgasm build, crawling up through my toes and through my body as I arch my back and squirm, screaming his name. I try to be quiet, but it’s no use, there’s no hope for that. As I come down from it, Maverick brings me down his body slowly and turns me so that now I’m on my back and he’s on top of me. His hands brush stray hairs out of my face and he thrusts into me, inch by inch, slowly, looking into my eyes with each motion. I bite my lip hard because fuck, he’s big, and hard, and it doesn’t hurt at all this time. He just feels so damn good. He brings a hand between us and starts to play with my clit and suddenly it’s all too much and I’m coming again, and again.

“Fuck, baby, I’m close,” he murmurs against me. “I’m going to . . . ”

He pulls out of me before I can say anything and sputters all over my stomach. When we both catch our breaths, he pulls back.

“Don’t move.” He climbs off me, jogs to the bathroom, and comes back with a wet towel, which he uses to wipe me.

It’s all a blur from there, me getting up to use the bathroom, him beside me in there. When we get back in bed, both dressed, he throws an arm over me and kisses the top of my head.

“I love you, Rocky.”

“Love you too, Mav,” I say, tears in my eyes as I close them.

It isn’t unusual for us, to say we love each other, because we do, and that’s how I know he’s not going to let this go to the next level. He’s too afraid of losing me to make me his girlfriend and I’m too afraid to lose him to push.

Chapter Twenty-Five

“You should’ve had that one dammit,” Leyla screams.

“I know!” I’m running back, dribbling the soccer ball down the field.

“There are scouts here. You need to get your shit together. Now,” she yells back, running up to me and taking the ball from my feet to give it to Ashley, who will start the play over.

I put my hands on my hips and take a breath while they do. I’m a thousand percent distracted and I can’t afford to be. Before the game, Mav texted me that he’s taking Rebecca to the Halloween party. I texted that I was okay with it, but I wasn’t, I’m not, and now it’s the only thing I can think about when I’m supposed to be out here playing my heart out and securing my fucking future. There are already seventy minutes on the clock and most of us are running a little slower, taking short breaks between one goal and the other. The day is full of gloom, and the overcast sky is not doing us any favors either. I pick up the pace and run alongside Leyla. Morgan has the ball now and is setting the pace, which I’m grateful for. Morgan takes her time. She’s all about the long game and getting us in the best position to score, rather than just running up the field and going for it.