RHINO: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (With FREE Bonus Novel OFFSIDE!) (20 page)

“
Oh yeah?”

“
Yeah. You’re much more sure of yourself than I thought you were.”

“
Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“
It’s a dangerous thing.”

“
Then I guess you must like dangerous men.”

“
It seems as though I keep coming back to them.”

“
We’ve got a bit of catching up to do.”

“
I hope you’ve put some champagne and strawberries in the fridge especially.”

“
Why, are you thinking of coming over?”

“
I thought I might.”

“
Did you?”

“
Mmmhmmm.”

“
Then what exactly are we doing wasting our time here?”

“
That’s the most insightful thing I think I’ve ever heard you say.”

“
I’m horny”, he says.

“
Me too.”

“
Then I suppose we better go.”

I leave my drink, barely touched, the ice cubes melted and the whiskey salty with my tears. I came here to get Alex, not to get drunk and as we leave quickly, hand in hand, I can’t wait to get home, so he can show me just what I mean to him and how he thinks he’ll cure my broken heart.

Eleven.

Alex

And here I was, thinking the day couldn’t get any better. First, we beat our rivals in what could be the game of the season, and now, like an angel coming to me out of the shadows, Lucy turns back up.

I’m kind of mad she didn’t get in contact before, but then neither did I, and I can’t stay angry at someone so beautiful and right now as fragile as a snowflake.

She’s holding herself together well, considering what she’s gone through. Either that or she’s as good enough an actress as she needs to be. I was in pieces after Luke died, so cut up I thought I’d quit the sport, and I would have done if it wasn’t for Dad. I have to be careful with her, look after her, make her want to stay now that she’s come back to find me.

She folds herself into me on the drive back home, head rested on my shoulder, tears staining my shirt.

“
Are you sure you want to do this?” I say.

“
More than anything in the world.”

“
We can wait, you know, I don’t mind. Another two months isn’t going to kill me.”

“
Are you serious? Two minutes and I’ll be aching so much for you I won’t know what to do with myself.”

“
Now I know why you came back.”

“
I came back because I couldn’t not, and I should already have done.”

“
I could have called.”

“
Yeah, actually, why didn’t you?”

“
I thought you’d left for good”, I say.

“
You could still have called.”

“
It was easier not knowing. At least then I’d still have hope.”

“
You’re an idiot.”

“
I know.”

“
Does this thing go any faster?”

At home, we don’t bother with the formalities that might befit a brand new couple, and the only tour I give her is of the corridor that leads to the main bedroom. Lucy doesn’t complain at all, laying herself so confidently onto the bed she could have done the same thing here a million times.

“
You look at home”, I say.

“
I wish, this room is bigger than my whole apartment.”

“
I’m happy for you to get used to it.”

“
That’s what I like about you, Alex.”

I climb onto the bed, and she squirms playfully away from me.

“
What’s that?” I say.

“
You’re not afraid to speak your mind.”

“
When I see something I like-.”

I grab her foot, pull her towards me and begin lining it with kisses that lead to her knee.

“
-You have to have it. That tickles”, she says.

She tries to wriggle away, but she’s not strong enough to manage it.

“
Make me forget, Alex.”

“
I’m going to try.”

“
All the bad shit in this world. I don’t think about that with you.”

“
What do you think about?”

She turns away, suddenly shy, playfully coy.

“
That would be telling.”

“
Tell me, they might come true.”

I dance kisses along her thigh, her dress light enough to push out of the way with ease. The fabric of her panties comes into view and it makes my dick spring hard.

“
You can undress me if you like”, she says.

“
You’re too kind.”

“
I didn’t say you could do anything else.”

She has that mischievous look in her eye again and I’m reminded just how much I’ve missed it.

I gather the dress in two hands, work the fabric over her ass and lift the dress up over her head.

Lucy’s lost weight, and I can see ribs far too close to skin underneath those perfect tits. Stress does fucked-up things to people, and I know what I’m seeing now is bound to be a result of that. She’s not super-thin by any means, and maybe someone who wasn’t paying attention wouldn’t notice it much, but I’ve got that body tattooed so perfectly on the inside of my head, I’d know if she moved a mole even a centimeter out of place.

I smooth my hand over her skin, work my way up to that gorgeous neck and bring her towards me for a kiss. Kissing Lucy is like winning a thousand Superbowls in one, which gives you some idea of what it’s like when we fuck. I play with her, teasing kisses against her lips and then biting her gently, encouraging her to push me away with her tongue until I bite that too, sucking and nibbling until she can’t get enough of me.

“
You like that, huh?” I say.

I can feel the heat coming off her skin when I touch it. She’s pretty sensitive around her neck, where the thickness of the muscle disappears down into her shoulder, around the area between the back of her ear and her hairline, and along the fragility of her clavicle, so I push myself there, holding her close to me, while I line her with carefully placed kisses designed to turn her on.

I don’t know whether it’s just me, or whether Lucy’s easier to turn on, but in my hands she’s trembling away in a matter of seconds, those gorgeous eyes open wide, her skin dotted with goose pimples that belie the heat coming off her, her pussy so wet she could have come already.

Making girls come was almost as good as football for me, making Lucy come even better. Out of the bedroom she doesn’t give much away, she’s hard to read and playful with her words, in here, she’s stripped down raw and as honest as I think I’ll ever see her.

You can’t hide what the body wants, because you can’t control how it reacts. With Lucy in my hands, her breath short and raspy, her heart rate racing, I know she’s enjoying herself completely.

I lay her out on the bed so I can get to her more easily, and at full stretch she can’t even reach the ends.

When I’ve got her in place, I take off my shirt just to give her an eyeful of what she knows already will be coming, and then I take off my jeans just to give my dick a bit of air. I’m practically pushing holes in the denim anyway, and with Lucy in a state of semi-undress already it doesn’t feel right for me to go ahead and unbalance it.

I’ve leaked pre-cum into the soft cotton fabric of my boxer shorts and Lucy can’t take her eyes off it.

“
You like that?” I ask.

She nods. “I like everything you do.”

I remove her bra, and leave her panties on, so both of us have one more item to remove before we are fully naked. After two months without her, and because I didn’t even come the last time we fucked, I have no idea how long I’m going to last. For that reason, I want to concentrate on Lucy first, get her close to having an orgasm and then drive her home with my dick inside her. Afterward, we can fuck slow, fast, for hours at a time or whatever, but for right now, when I have no idea whether I’ll be able to hold on or not, it’s definitely the best strategy.

I can’t even remember the last time I came. It could even have been out on the boat.

Her tits are incredible. She has dark nipples that seem to be constantly in a state of semi-erection, and when I put them in my mouth, one at a time to be absolutely fair, they pop hard instantly and she can’t help but moan.

Lucy has a moan that sends shivers down my spine. I’ve heard some chicks sound like squeaky doors, others sound like wind through trees, but Lucy, her moan is the most animalistic, most debased, pure expression of raw enjoyment I’ve ever heard and it makes my dick swell right to the edge of its capacity.

I could spend hours sucking these nipples.

“
That taking your mind off it.”

“
My mind off what?” Lucy moans.

She’s a squirmer too. When she’s enjoying something she can’t help move her legs around, which not only do I find super cute, it means I have to hold her in place quite often. Denying her that movement makes her want to do it even more, which makes me even more eager to push her to the edge, just to see how much she can cope with it.

“
You could probably make me come just by doing that”, she says.

“
Really?”

“
Really. That makes me so horny.”

“
I think you could make yourself come just by thinking about sex”, I say.

“
If it was sex with you, I probably could.”

“
Lucky for you, you won’t need to.”

“
If you don’t take my panties off now, they are going to melt.”

I don’t need telling twice, and even though I know exactly what her pussy looks like, it’s always nice to be reminded.

“
I want to make you come with my tongue.”

“
You make me come with whichever part of your body you like as long as when you come you do it inside me.”

“
I can handle that, I’m sure.”

Lucy is happy to let me indulge her, and I’m just happy to have her here so I can do it. With any luck, there are a million moments like this awaiting us, a million more we can’t even predict.

It’s simple, but simple sometimes is best. We can fuck hanging from ropes attached to the ceiling, upside down in the shower, jumping out of a plane or at the top of a mountain when those moments meet us and seem right. Right now, Lucy on her back, her panties caught perfectly around one ankle, and me lying between her legs, one hand holding her open while the other runs circles around her tenderness, is absolutely right for here and now.

Lucy moans, her voice deep and guttural. She closes her hands into fists, sometimes with bedsheets between them, sometimes nothing else but atoms of squeezed down air, and I watch her legs tremble uncontrollably.

She tastes so good. It’s a taste I can’t describe because Lucy is unique like everyone else, but like everything else that this girl seems capable of doing to me, it turns me on at an internal level. Just sucking her would be enough to make me come, and I have to concentrate hard not to give over to her completely and let myself go.

“
That. Fuck. There. Jesus.”

She is so wet that I can slide two fingers inside her almost without touching the sides. Lucy gathers them up welcomingly and then pushes down, her internal muscles working my knuckles like a wood chipper turning wood to sawdust. She’s tight but accommodating, strong, but supple too, and I can’t get enough of it.

Making someone come is empowering, making someone come that you love, one of the best feelings in the world.

“
I’m going to-. If you. Carry on”, she moans.

“
Carry on?” I ask.

I don’t stop my rhythm. Fingers moving slowly but purposefully in and out of her pussy, deep enough to stimulate her G-spot, not too deep to become overwhelming, my tongue nudging her clitoris, sucking it directly sometimes but only when I know she can handle it. I’m going to make her come against my mouth so I can feel the vibrations of her body right here against my lips.

“
Oh my God, Alex. I’m going to-.”

“
Come?”

With a deep, guttural moan of acquiescence, she comes hard, my fingers still up inside her, pussy convulsing, body twisting and squirming uncontrollably as she desperately tries to tame it and pull away from me. I feel it enter my body through my lips and then run all the way down my spine, sharp like electricity, until it finally buzzes out through my fingertips in pulses.