Page 15 of Mr. Irrelevant
“Okay, fine,” she relents. “But only if you promise not to fall in love with me.”
FOURTEEN
LIVVY
Maddox’s mouthlifts into a smug smirk as he wordlessly holds a pinky out between us in invitation. I can’t believe we’re actually doing this. I’ve never even thought about entering into a friends-with-benefits situation before, but then again, I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want him. He’s right…we can’t be together for real. Neither of our lives has room for love right now, even if he didn’t play for the Renegades, but we still have needs. Needs that haven’t been met on my end in a long damn time.
Am I dumb for thinking I can stop myself from catching feelings? Maybe. But if I start to want more, I’ll just tell him we have to stop before it goes too far. There’s no reason we—two mature, consenting adults—can’t enjoy each other without complicating things with emotions that neither of us is able to build on right now.
I pull one hand down from where it’s still wrapped around the back of his neck, but stop in midair right before we seal the deal. “If we’re doing this, we’reexclusive. No sleeping with anybody else. If you meet someone and want to explore things with them, tell me and we’ll call it off. Okay?”
He scoffs. “Are you really underestimating how badly I want you? I can assure you that, as long as you’re an option, my head is not turning.”
My stomach flips at his words, and a wide smile blooms across my face as I take in the sincerity in his eyes. Even during the beginning of my relationship with Deacon, when things were new and exciting, I don’t think I ever saw the kind of hopeless hunger that’s staring down at me right now. It feels good to be someone’s first choice, even if we can’t be anything more than friends who secretly have sex.
Without breaking the searing connection of his gaze, I lift my pinky, intertwining it with his. As soon as the promise is made, he yanks me forward, fusing his lips to mine in a kiss that’s so intense, my knees almost give out. But he’s right there, lifting me off my feet and carrying me toward the stairs. I wrap my legs around his muscular waist, locking my ankles as tightly as I can because I’m dying for any kind of friction I can get. But before the haze of desperation fully clouds my head, rational thought pushes its way to the forefront.
“Mmm!” I hum against his lips, wiggling in his arms to stop him. He attempts to chase my mouth as I pull back, both of us still breathless as I frantically lock my wide eyes onto his. “Game tape!”
He stiffens, blinking rapidly while his jaw drops in indignation. “Are you on drugs, Olivia? There iszeroblood in my brain right now.” He thrusts his rock-hardlength into me, and I have to bite my lip to stifle the moan that rolls up my chest. “There’s no way I’ll be able to concentrate on anything if I don’t make you come first.”
Jumping Jesus on a pogo stick, he drives a hard bargain.
No! We’re here for a reason, and we can’t divert from the plan.
“Football comes first,” I say sternly. “It has to. Let’s look at the tape, then we can go upstairs. I saw some things and I want to go over them.”
He rolls his eyes, reluctantly sliding me down his body until my feet are planted firmly on the floor. “You alwayssee some things,” he mocks, using a high-pitched voice that sounds nothing like me. I narrow my eyes, but before I can throw out a witty comeback, he slaps his hand in mine, dragging me into the living room and turning on the TV. He plops down on the couch, crossing his arms over his chest like a petulant child while his erection tents the material of his gray sweatpants. I can’t stop my gaze from catching on it before looking at him with a raised brow.
“What?” he spits, making me pull my lips between my teeth so I don’t laugh. “Press play, Dimes. Before I throw you over my shoulder, kicking and screaming.” Not gonna lie…his eagerness to have me feels pretty good, but I have a sneaking suspicion that if we don’t do this now, we never will. So, as much as it pains me to wait, we have work to do.
“I think if you just work on a five-step drop instead of three, your receivers will have more time to get open, and it’ll give you another second or so before the pocket collapses. Until we close the holes in the offensive line, we have to get creative. It’s going to feel unnatural at first, but I don’t think we have another option.”
I look over at Maddox, who’s been silent for the past forty-five minutes while I’ve picked apart the team’s performance in order to fix some issues. Honestly, he didn’t make any notable mistakes beyond rushing a few plays, but I don’t blame him solely for that, because the protection isn’t there yet. He’s as calm as he can be for a guy who’s under pressure on almost every play. “You good?”
“Depends. Are you done using words likepenetrationandopen hole?” he deadpans. I can tell he’s struggling by the way his muscles are wound tight, but he’s been an amazing sport, giving me his undivided attention while I yapped and gave him instructions for tomorrow’s practice. He deserves a reward for his patience…and so do I.
I smirk, turning and throwing a leg over his lap so I’m straddling him. His hands immediately find my ass, even though he still has a grumpy look plastered across his face. “I mean, if you don’t want to hear me talk about how badly I want you to penetrate my open hole, I can just g—” I’m over his shoulderbefore I can even finish my sentence, squealing with laughter as he takes the stairs two at a time. I’ve never been on the second floor of his house, so I’m just along for the ride until I’m dropped onto the bed with a bounce. The room is illuminated only by a small, modern chandelier right above us, but I barely get a chance to admire the trimmed ceilings and dark, luxurious furniture before he’s settling his hips between my parted legs. The first slide of his hardening shaft over my clit through our clothes has me seeing stars, filling me with nothing but pure desperation as he covers my mouth with his. Our tongues dance as though they’ve done this a million times, and he grinds down, swallowing every whimper I feed him while he works me toward the summit.
“You’re so fucking sexy in my jersey,” he says quietly. “It’s a shame I have to take it off. But there’s nothing that’ll stop me from sucking on these gorgeous tits. I’m soaking the inside of my boxers just thinking about it.” The only answer I can offer is another pained whine, my back bowing off the mattress so our chests are pressed even tighter together. He seizes the opportunity, reaching for the hem of my top and lifting it over my head. His eyes flare with heat as he takes in my black lace bra and painfully hard nipples that are pebbled under the fabric. He barely even blinks, looping an arm around my back, freeing the clasp, and sliding the garment from my arms.
“Fuck,” he groans, leaning down and pulling one peaked bud between his lips. As soon as he sucks, pleasure zips down my body, exploding like a strike of lightning on my swollen, sensitive clit. Tears fill myeyes, and I’m honestly not sure if it’s because of how good he feels or how desperately I hunger for more.
It’s absolute torture as he takes his time, teasing and nipping at my feverish flesh as I grow wetter by the second. He gives my other nipple the same amount of attention while his hands roam my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
“Maddox, please,” I beg. I sound utterly pathetic, but I don’t care. I need way more, way faster, than what he’s giving me right now.
“Don’t rush me, Livvy,” he mumbles. “I’ve been waiting to taste every inch of you, and I’m not stopping until I do.” I growl in frustration, making him chuckle as he coasts his lips downward, kissing and licking my abdomen and navel. My breath hitches when he drags his tongue along the waistband of my shorts, the desire between my thighs pulsing faster and harder as he gets closer to where I’m dripping for him. By the time he finally rids me of the last two articles of clothing that are separating his touch from my bare skin, I’m in agony, doing everything I can not to reach down and give myself some relief. I’ve never been this worked up before, and we’ve barely even started.
“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he says, lying on his stomach between my legs. “I’m not just talking shit, Liv. It’s fucking gorgeous. So wet and pink, begging to be rubbed and explored.” I can’t speak—can’tthink. I’m just a mindless doll as he grazes the rim of my entrance with his fingers, pausing to pull the delicate hood covering my clit back and exposing it tothe cold air in the room. “You’re throbbing, aren’t you, sweet girl? I can see it.”
“Mhmm,” I whine, writhing against the mattress. Sweat beads on my neck and forehead, and I spread my legs as far as they’ll go, hoping that’ll entice him to finally give in and make me come. He leans forward, the seconds feeling like hours as I wait for his tongue to make the contact I so desperately need, but it never does. Instead, he uses both hands to pull me apart before pressing his nose into my pussy and inhaling deeply. I dart my gaze downward, watching in awe as his eyes roll back like it’s the best thing he’s ever experienced. My inner walls clench tightly, and I swear I almost find my release just from the filthy gesture alone.
“You smell so good, Dimes,” he rasps. “I’m going to fucking devour this cunt. By the time I’m done eating, there won’t be a single trace of any other man left. Only me.” I suck in a gasp as he lunges forward, wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking hard. My back lifts off the bed, my hands shooting into his hair and gripping the soft curls to hold him there. But by the grunts that are bursting from his chest as he feasts like a starving man, I don’t think I could tear him away even if I wanted to.
“Maddox,” I purr, tipping my hips toward him so he’s angled at the perfect spot. He makes direct contact with the tip of his tongue, fluttering rapidly and making heat swirl deep inside my core until I’m pulled so tight, I can barely breathe. “I’m gonna come.” I’ve never gotten to the edge this fast before, but with theway he endlessly teased me while I begged for more, I’m not really surprised.
“Already?” he taunts darkly, which just makes the moment ten times hotter. “I haven’t even felt you from the inside yet, baby. You gonna go off just from my mouth on your little clit?”
