Page 14 of The Stunt
“Keep watching, baby,” I tell her. “Watch me move in and out of you.” I know this is all new for her, but I can tell that she likes the dirty talk. I canfeelwhat it’s doing to her.
I start slowly, dragging my cock out to the head, then pushing back inside. “That’s it, beautiful. Thank you for keeping me niceand wet so I can fuck you. You’re doing such a good job for me.” She moans at the praise, loosening enough so I can thrust into her harder. She’s still watching my cock go in and out, but I can’t take my eyes off her face. She’s flushed and sweaty, pieces of her golden hair sticking to her smooth skin.
Fuck. I’m a goner.
When Twyla told me I’d be Bella Simon’s fake boyfriend, I was intrigued. But I also thought she’d be different than she is. Where I expected a stuck up, bossy princess who got everything she asked for handed to her on a silver platter, she’s anything but. She’s kind, giving, and probably the most selfless person I’ve ever met. The few times I’ve made her ask me for what she wants, she struggled because she’s not used to it. I want to change that more than anything.
I lean down, kissing her passionately as I gently fuck her. Everything about this moment feels monumental. Like a shift is happening between us as she hands me the keys to her pleasure. All I can think about is never giving them back. Being the man she comes to when she wants to feel good.
That thought brings me back to the present just as Bella’s legs begin to shake around my hips. I grab under her knee, spreading her more as I pick up my pace. The change in position has her walls fluttering as she starts to milk me. “There you go. Come all over me,” I growl.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers. “Mav. I’m gonna—” Her words are choked off as her orgasm crashes over her. Her tight pussy grips me so hard, black dances around the edges of my vision. The pressure on my cock is borderline painful as she rides out her release, but I keep a steady tempo for her.
When I’m sure she’s completely spent, I slow just enough to not overstimulate her. I know she’s sensitive, but it doesn’t take long before my balls begin to draw up, the tightness tingling all over my body as she whimpers under me. “Baby, where do youwant me to come?” I ask. She said she has an IUD, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want me to pull out.
“Come inside me,” she whispers. “I want all of you. Ineedall of you.”
Her desperate words push me over as I bust inside her. It’s the hardest I’ve ever come in my life. It just keeps going as I feel my seed dripping out of her while I continue thrusting wildly. The obscene sound it makes fills the room as I finally begin to slow my movements, lowering my forehead to hers. We both sit there, still joined, as we attempt to catch our breath.
“That was amazing,” I whisper. “Youare amazing.” I press a soft kiss to her lips, pushing a rogue strand of hair behind her ear. “Are you okay?”
“Mmhmm,” she hums contentedly.
I chuckle before reluctantly pulling out. I watch as my cum leaks out of her, sliding down her ass crack and pooling on the bed beneath her. Before I can stop myself, I scoop up a drop that’s trying to escape, pushing it back into her. She whimpers, making me realize how red and swollen she is. “Does it hurt?” I ask, worried.
“It’s a little sore,” she says. “And really sensitive.”
I drop a gentle kiss to her stomach before I get up from the bed. “I’ll be right back,” I tell her. “Don’t move.”
She laughs softly, “Couldn’t even if I wanted to.”
I walk into the bathroom, turning the tap to fill up the giant custom bathtub. I root around under the cupboard until I find some aromatherapy bubble bath and pour in a small amount. Returning to the bedroom, I scoop up a very tired Bella and carry her, bridal style, back into the ensuite before stepping into the hot water. She barely stirs as I lower us down beneath the suds. If it weren’t for her snuggling her face into my neck, I’d assume she was asleep.
We sit there, clinging to one another until the water turns cold. I wish we could stay here forever, never having to worry about going back to our fake relationship or being in the public eye. I’d be lying if I said this thing doesn’t suddenly feel like a lot more than just a PR stunt. But I have no idea if Bella is on the same page. We both have busy lives, and our main focus will always be our careers, so I can’t imagine she’d want to make this work between us. Plus, she’s so close to getting the first real break she’s had in a decade, so it would be selfish of me to ask her for that time she worked so hard to earn. I need to stick to the original plan. We keep this thing strictly business, perform for the cameras, and break up amicably after the Super Bowl. Then, she’s free to do whatever she wants while I start training for next season.
Until then, it won’t hurt to pretend she really is mine.
NINE
MAVERICK
I walk through the corridor,cameras flashing everywhere as I make my way toward the locker room. We play Tennessee today, and a win can clinch us a spot in the playoffs. Normally, I’m in the zone this close to game time, but all I can think about is the fact that Bella will be here today. It is, as Twyla called it, ourhard launch. Even though we were photographed leaving Donatello’s earlier this week, we haven’t actually confirmed that we’re dating. We’ll be going fully public with our fake relationship today and I have to admit that my head is all over the place about it. I’m still aware that it isn’t real, but after the night we shared, I’m having trouble not feeling things for Bella.
“Maverick!” one of the reporters yells. “Rumor has it that Bella Simon will be at the game today. Can you confirm or deny that?”
Sticking to the plan we went over this morning, I give a charming wink, but say nothing as I walk through the doors into the locker room. Immediately, I can feel the somber ambiance around me as I step up to my locker, setting my bag inside. I look around, finding Blaze Beckham sitting on a bench, bentover with his head in his hands. Dalton Davis stands at his side, quietly speaking as our quarterback, Tanner Lake, nods his head in agreement.
I tip my chin to one of our other receivers, Landyn Riley. “What’s going on over there?” I ask.
“I’m not really sure,” he says quietly. “Becks came in, punched the wall by his locker, and Davis and Lake have been trying to calm him down ever since.”
Fuck. I hope he’s okay. Blaze is a really good guy and he’s pretty much always happy. I hate to see him upset like this. Even though we don’t know every detail about each other’s personal lives, this team is a family. When one of us is going through a rough time, we’re all going through it together.
I try to focus on getting my head right, trusting that Dalton and Tanner have things under control as they talk to Blaze. I put in my AirPods with intentions of firing up my pre-game hype playlist, but I find myself pulling up Bella’s latest album on Spotify. As soon as her voice hits my ears, my whole body calms. She’s so fucking good. I hum along to her newest single,Glass Hearts,nodding my head along to the beat. I just saw her two days ago, and we’ve been texting non-stop, but I miss her. All I’ve been thinking about is being able to kiss her wherever I want, no matter who’s watching.
I just need to go out there and get this win in the bag so I can claim her in front of the whole world.
BELLA
