Page 17 of Mr. Irrelevant
I abandon my assault, gripping my shaft by the base and slowly pushing it back inside her. It’s risky with how full the spent condom is, but it shuts her up as she sucks in a quick gasp, her mouth dropping open when I bottom out again. “Let’s get one thing straight, Dimes,” I rasp. “When I say I’ll fuck you all night, I mean it. Until your pretty little pussy memorizes every goddamn vein. Understood?”
“Mhmm…” she hums, her eyes rolling back as I slowly slide in and out. I chuckle, pressing another kiss to her swollen lips before reluctantly leaving her warmth and finding the floor with my feet. She throws atired arm over her eyes as I walk toward my en suite bathroom to clean myself up and grab a warm washcloth for her. By the time I return, she’s snoring softly, so I take a few moments to admire her. In a few short weeks, this girl has changed my life—giving me hope where I was struggling to find any—and now she’s allowing me to experience her on a whole other level. As much as I wish we could offer each other more, just being able to lose ourselves in one another like this is enough for me. It has to be.
I carefully wipe between her legs with the cloth, my heart squeezing as I take in how perfect she looks in my bed. I should wake her, but the part of me that wants to give her everything Underwood never did knows I’ll be kicking my own ass tomorrow if I don’t hold her right now. He’s an idiot for not appreciating what he had, and when this thing between us ends, I want her to move forward knowing what she deserves.
Sliding in behind her, I pull her naked body to mine. She immediately turns away, backing into my chest and snuggling up like it’s the most natural thing in the world. My arm tightens around her waist, and she sighs contentedly, warm and soft and perfect against me. I kiss her silky blonde hair, listening to the sounds of her shallow, even breaths as I lose the battle and fall asleep, clutching onto her with no plans of letting go.
SIXTEEN
LIVVY
I drift toward consciousness,the haze from a restful night of sleep slowly fading away despite how relaxed and cozy I am. The bed feels like a cloud, with a plush, thick comforter keeping me warm and a heavy arm banded around my waist, reminding me of everything that went down in the past eight hours.
When I decided to wear Maddox’s jersey to his house last night, I had no idea it would result in him losing control and kissing the life out of me right there on his front steps. I just wanted to show him how proud I was of what he’s done, and that I was quickly becoming his biggest fan. That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy the kiss—and everything that came after—but his going completely feral over it was certainly unexpected.
As soon as our lips touched, his soft yet dominating tongue caressing mine, I knew I’d be giving in to my desires with him. He barely even had to convince me to give his friends-with-benefits idea a shot, because it’s exactly what I need right now. After talking to Sydneyand considering everything, I realized that she was right. It’s not lost on me that Maddox and I have insane chemistry. We have fun together, and I know I can trust him. Neither of us has time to date or hook up with anyone else between the team and our midnight meetups, so why not take care of our physical needs with each other? We’re adults, and we know our circumstances won’t allow for anything beyond this, which should make it easier to move on when this thing has run its course. But for now, I plan on fully enjoying as much mind-blowing sex as I can.
Speaking of mind-blowing sex…
I turn carefully, doing my best not to wake Maddox. He’s fast asleep, but there’s no mistaking his morning wood, heavy and hard as it brushes against my thigh. My movement causes him to roll onto his back, which is the perfect position for what I’m about to do—something I was robbed of last night while he was in control.
My mouth waters in anticipation as I shimmy down the bed, keeping him covered while I get into a comfortable position, on my knees with his thick, beautiful cock right in front of me. My clit throbs between my thighs as I inhale his masculine scent, my head spinning with how fucking badly I want this man. The pull is more intense than anything I’ve ever felt. I’m just glad I don’t have to fight it any longer.
The first press of my tongue to his shaft is tentative—just a small kitten lick to test the waters. But when it twitches in response, a bead of precum gathering at the tip, I can’t stop myself from letting instinct take over. I lean forward, wrapping my lips around his head andswirling gently, working my way down until he touches the back of my throat. A sleepy moan rumbles up his chest, but I keep going, enjoying the feel of every ridge as I pass over them.
“Good morning, Dimes,” he says, his voice quiet and full of gravel as he pulls the comforter aside to expose our naked bodies. Goosebumps rise all over my skin, a shiver zipping through me that has nothing to do with the cool air of the room. I thought Maddox was sexy as fuck before—but nothing compares to the way he looks right now, all messy hair and sleepy eyes, as I suck his cock like I’m desperate for it.
Spoiler alert…I am.
I pull away, replacing my mouth with my hand and stroking his length as I look up innocently. “Hi.” He groans when I pull my lip between my teeth, fluttering my lashes sweetly before dipping down to lick the moisture from his slit. I whimper as the taste of him explodes on my tongue, frenzied for more as I resume sucking.
“Fuck, you’re perfect. That feels so good, baby,” he whispers, his hand threading through my messy hair and gently guiding me up and down. The muscles in his abs flex, sending me into a tailspin as my pussy clenches at the sight. I want to speed up—to make him fill my mouth right away—but he tightens his grip, controlling the pace as a devilish smirk pulls at one corner of his mouth. “Having fun, gorgeous?”
“Mhmm,” I hum becauseyes, I am, wrapping my hand around his base and jacking him in time with my mouth. Saliva slips from my lips, and I use it to myadvantage, keeping him slick and working him toward the edge as his flawless features twist with pleasure. I gag shamelessly when he hits the very back of my throat, tears welling in my eyes, but I don’t make a move to blink them away. Instead, I allow them to fall, streaming down my cheeks as he looks at me adoringly.
“Such a beautiful mess,” he praises, cupping my face in his palm and swiping the tears away. “How the fuck did I get so lucky?” His words hit me like a truck, because even though we both know what this is between us, I’ve never felt the way I do right now with his gaze burning into mine. It’s like he’s as desperate for me as I am for him, and I can’t lie…I love it.
I lose myself in the feeling of being worshiped, even though I’m the one giving, his satisfied moans spurring me on as I work him toward his release. His cock is harder than granite, veins pulsing against my tongue in a steady rhythm that I can practically feel between my legs. A contented hum works its way up my chest, and I watch as the vibration causes his jaw to clench. He lifts his hips from the mattress, fucking into my mouth as he holds my hair tightly so I’m immobile. Blood pounds between my ears as he uses me, and as nervous as I should be, I know he’d stop at the first sign of discomfort. But that’s the last thing I want right now. I might actually cry if I don’t get to taste his pleasure.
“Fuck, Liv,” he grinds out. “I’m gonna come.” My brows pull in, pleading desperately as he bucks his hips one, two, three more times before he finally explodes. Cum floods my tongue, and just when I attempt to swallow around him, his hand leaves my hair, collaringmy throat firmly. “Don’t do it.” It’s a sharp, choked warning—one that I heed without a second thought as he continues unloading, giving me every last drop he has to offer. Loosening his grip but keeping his fingers pressed into my racing pulse points, he slides me off his cock. A small whimper leaves me as it falls, but my dissatisfaction is quickly chased away by excitement with his next command.
“Show me.”
I don’t waste a second doing what he asks, allowing him to see his warm, thick release painted across my tongue. He stares at it for several seconds, and even with my wild hair and tear-stained face, I’ve never felt more beautiful.
“Holy shit.”It’s only two words, but they sound like a prayer—a rushed whisper before he sits up, crashing his mouth to mine. My eyes go wide with surprise, but only for a moment before I’m crawling up his body, fighting him for the cum I rightfully earned as he attempts to steal it away. His erection rubs against my thigh, a thick, hard reminder of the fact that this man can literally fuck until it kills me.
And what a way to go.
He takes one final swipe of his tongue across mine, gathering everything he can before breaking the connection and pulling away. I whine, pushing my bottom lip into a pout, because I just did all that work, and now I don’t even get the satisfaction of swallowing him down. But any disappointment I was feeling vanishes into thin air as he abruptly flips us so I’m on my back, him hovering over me like a god beforespitting the mixture onto my chest. I suck in a quiet gasp, lifting my head to watch as he drags his pointer finger across my hot skin, tracing the letters D, A, N, and E through the wetness. He sits back on his knees, admiring his handiwork for a moment before reaching down to the floor and digging my phone out of the back pocket of my shorts. He opens the camera, zooms in so my face is out of the frame, snaps a photo, and tosses the device onto the bed, shooting me a cocky wink.
“Just in case you forget who you belong to,” he drawls, and my eyes roll back so far, I swear I see actual stars.Fuck, he’s sexy…and to top it off, he’s got the dirtiest mouth I’ve ever heard. All I want to do is stay in this bed and let him do filthy things to me all day long, but we both have places to be.
Dropping onto the mattress beside me, he exhales a contented sigh, leaning over and pressing a chaste kiss to my cheek like he didn’t just do the hottest thing ever. “Let’s blow off all our responsibilities and fuck until they come looking for us,” he says as if he has a direct line to my subconscious. I giggle quietly, turning my head so he can see the dissenting look on my face.
“Absolutely not, Mad Dog. I have to meet with my dad to talk about next year’s salary cap, and you have a five-step drop to perfect.” He rolls his eyes, kicking his foot like a child having a tantrum before rolling off the bed and yanking me with him.
“First of all, you’re the worst,” he quips. “And secondly, I’m not going anywhere unless you shower with me. If I can’t see you again until midnight, I’mgoing to need at least fifteen uninterrupted minutes of staring at your soapy tits to hold me over.”
