Chapter 30
AVERY
Rawley’s confessions about his history and preferences are definitely a surprise.
But as I chew on them more after we change the subject, I realize they explain a lot.
I’ve never seen him flirting with anyone else, or even a suggestion that he has. He’s so much sweeter than I could have imagined, and humble. I can’t think of another athlete of his caliber I know that has so little of a cocky side.
If anything, he apologizes for too much.
He threw out similar observations at our dinner a few weeks ago, but I guess I wasn’t fully attuned to the implications. Now that he’s shared more specifics, they sink in deeper.
I’m still processing this when we get to his house. He opens the door for me, no one in sight.
Well, except Grover. He comes running up to us, eager for attention.
“I should probably let him out,” Rawley says.
“I’ll join you.”
He smiles at me, and I follow him—and an excited Grover—through the house to the backyard.
“It’s fenced in, so no leash needed.”
He runs around to the grassy part of the back, while Rawley and I stand on the deck, looking over Landon’s pool.
“This must be great for parties.”
Rawley nods. “Definitely. Landon has the team over a lot once preseason gets going for real.”
“So wait, you had your final day of the OTA today? And this is your last OTA, period?”
“Yeah, we’re done with those now.” He grins. “Look at you, learning football stuff.”
“Just doing my duty as your fake girlfriend.”
“Right.” He nods. “Today went great, actually. Been working my ass off to get the plays down.”
“You’re not exhausted?” Between the practice and the concert, that’s a long day.
He waves my question off. “No, I’m good. Football and you—that’s fun stuff.”
Rawley doesn’t seem to realize that what he said is kind of sweet. But I feel a little melty inside, touched by his words.
Even if nothing can come of this long-term, I’m so thankful he’s such a great guy.
In the meantime, Grover seems to be done, so Rawley ushers him into the house, and I follow.
“You want anything?” He gestures toward the fridge in the kitchen.
“Just you, Battle.” I overload my voice with innuendo, so I get a laugh out of him.
He comes in front of me. “That can be arranged. Tell me where you want me.”
“So many choices, and I do love being in charge.”
“Yup, you get to decide.” He grins before repeating the phrase that’s become our mantra at this point. “A bet is a bet.”
“Are your brothers around?” I’m pretty sure the where needs to be his room, for privacy’s sake.
“If they aren’t, they’ll be home soon.” It’s eleven-ish, and I think Rawley mentioned them going to see a movie tonight.
“Okay, let’s go to your room then.”
As soon as we walk in his space, he takes me in his arms, kissing me deeply. I enjoy the press of his tongue inside my mouth for a few moments, and then I match his intensity.
It’s interesting—kissing Rawley is different from with anyone in my past. With my early boyfriends, I was so self-conscious. And then with Jack, there was an ease, but kissing simply felt like a step to getting each other off, not really anything more.
However, kissing Rawley holds a passion, a richness, that’s new for me. Like it’s connecting us in a way that’s distinct on its own. Like we’re savoring the chance to experience the other.
I wonder why? Maybe just our physical chemistry?
After a few minutes, Rawley pulls his mouth away, both of us panting to catch our breaths. He doesn’t let go of me though, our bodies still aligned from the waist down.
“So what are my marching orders?” His voice is husky, but his tone teasing.
I can’t hold in my laugh. “You’re such a good soldier.”
He kisses my forehead, his blue eyes flickering when he backs off again. “More like hard as a rock and needing direction before I embarrass myself.”
I can feel proof of that against me. “Tonight, I…”
“Yes?”
“I want you inside me.”
He flushes, out of excitement I presume. “I want that too. It’s—”
“What?” I ask when he stops himself.
“It’s been a long time for me. I mean, relatively.”
The last thing I want is him feeling self-conscious about that. It’s a turn on, if anything.
I grin. “Well, we better make it good then.”
“I’m not too worried about that with you.” His voice is deep, and sincere.
“Me either.” I make a snap decision on what we should do next. “Can you sit on the bed?”
“Yes ma’am.”
First, he dims the lights so there’s enough to take each other in, but on point with the mood.
After he sits down, I stroll to him, and he spreads his legs apart, making room for me to lean in.
“Come here, Avie.” His eyes are full of heat.
When I step into the gap between his legs, he doesn’t wait for me to make the next move. Instead, his hands slide around the backs of my legs and then underneath my skirt.
“Just what I imagined all night,” he says as he squeezes my ass. “You only had this little thong on. You could’ve flashed anyone with one wrong move.”
“Ah, but there’s only one who I would’ve wanted to see.”
He grins at that. “Let me peek now.” He brings his hands to the hem of my skirt on the sides and rolls it up slowly until my panties are exposed. Once again, they’re lace—teal this time—and very much see-through.
“Fuck, look at you. This tiny bit of fabric, for my eyes only.”
He falls off the bed onto his knees, adjusting my position backward slightly so there’s enough room for him to fit.
Once settled, he brings his head forward, and I feel his hot, wet tongue lick over the lace.
“Ohhh,” I moan. I push into his mouth instinctively; I can’t hold back.
Lick. “I can taste you through the fabric.” Lick. “It’s my favorite flavor.” Lick.
My knees start going weak. It’s difficult to stand while he’s driving these jolts of pleasure through me.
“Rawley, I don’t think…”
“I know. You had a different plan for us. In the meantime, I’m taking these off with my teeth.”
I don’t mind him leading the way right now, if this is the result. “God, yes.”
Keeping my skirt lifted, he shifts his mouth to my hips and tugs my panty straps down a few inches, one side and the next. His hot breath marking my skin, the light grazing of his teeth a delicious feeling.
He moves my panties enough that they fall to the floor on their own accord, and I step out of them.
Without waiting for any more words between us, I pull off my shirt next. At this point, I’m ready to be naked, but I notice he keeps fingering my leather skirt—
“You like this, huh?”
“Yeah. Can you keep it on?”
If he’s into it, that’s kind of sexy. “Yeah.” I snap my bra off, his eyes dilating more as he drinks me in, head to toe. “Nothing but this skirt?”
“Yeah…” He draws out the word.
My clothes handled, I want him stripped now too. I grab his shirt, and he snaps out of his haze enough to get my meaning. All of his clothes are gone within sixty seconds, including his shorts and boxers in a pool on the floor.
He takes a seat back on the bed, his dick bouncing at full-delectable-mast. He’s looking at me like he’s dying to make a move but isn’t sure what I want now that we’re at this stage.
I help answer that question.
“Do you have condoms? If not, I have some in my purse.”
He swallows, and then nods. “I do.”
Leaning over to his nightstand, he pulls a new box out of the drawer. He fumbles a bit to open it, which would be cute if I wasn’t so turned on, but eventually gets a wrapper ready for us.
I debate how to start. But knowing he wants me to keep the skirt on…
I come over to him and wrap my arms around his neck.
“Ready for me?” I whisper into his ear, kissing him lightly on the temple and the side of his face.
His mouth is on my nipple almost at the same time, his arms reaching around my back, and he hums in response. I take that as a yes.
“Scoot back on the bed a bit,” I say softly, and he does it without letting his hands drop. With the extra room, I climb on so I’m straddling him.
Now that he sees my vision, his eyes spark, and he straightens upright. “Hot, Avie.”
I flip my skirt up to complete the setup, his face appreciating the move, and push my now-aching pussy against his hard cock. Skin on skin.
“Damn,” he says, less in control this time. His hands fall back down to my ass, helping me as I rock my clit against his erection.
It feels insanely good, and I repeat the move. “Oh god, yes.”
Rawley’s eyes rove over my body—from my boobs, which are bouncing to the movement, to where I’m rubbing against him.
“Fuck me,” he drawls as he looks to my bunched-up leather shirt. “You’re so perfect.”
I roll against him for a little longer, but then it feels like we’re both too close to keep going like this. After I still, he seems to understand. “Condom?”
I smile and grab the loose one. He opens his hand as if I should pass it to him, but I shake my head.
I open it and put it on his cock, and he hisses at the contact.
“You’re pushing my limits, Avie.”
“Oh yeah, how about this?” I say low, then sink down on him.
The first two inches have us both cursing again, but soon words are lost to us entirely.
He holds on to my hips as my wetness and gravity help fit more of him inside me, and it’s overwhelming. I feel so full.
His eyes go black, and he tries to speak again. “Avie, you riding me like this, being inside you—it’s the best fucking thing.”
Then I start moving, his hands helping guide me, his own hips pumping up.
It takes a few rounds, but then we find a rhythm, and my pleasure explodes. We’re at an angle where my clit keeps hitting his body, so no wonder. I can feel little flutters starting inside.
Rawley’s eyes go big. “So tight, so…” He can’t continue.
Instead, he leans down to claim my lips. It’s a little messy, but the extra connection feels right. Like we’re telling each other how good this feels with our mouths as well.
I can already tell I’m not going to make it much longer with all this stimulation.
Whatever, we can do this many more times. No need to deny ourselves now.
He doesn’t seem much better off, and I can hear him mumble something to himself.
My orgasm comes after only a few more rocks against his body. I struggle to keep up the motions, and noting that, he stops, holding me against him.
It’s only a split second later when he grunts too, and he clutches against my ass tighter. Clearly losing the battle to hold himself off.
In the meantime, I’ve become a noodle, pretty much putting all my body weight against him. He doesn’t seem to mind as he fills the condom inside me.
“You’re unbelievable,” he says, kissing my neck softly as he moves inside me a couple more times.
“Not so bad yourself,” I say, my voice gentle.
As he finishes, he slowly relaxes his physique to match mine. And then, we’re…
“Going down,” he says as his upper body falls back, taking mine with him.
He kisses the top of my head as we land softly on the mattress. “I tried to last longer but your pussy was squeezing me, and I lost it.”
“Hmm, no complaints here.”
He’s still inside me somehow, but I feel him start to slip out. “I better get rid of the condom,” he says with a sigh.
I kiss his cheek and move off so he can get up. Wanting to get comfortable, I remove my skirt while he’s in the bathroom. When he comes back five minutes later, he climbs next to me and wraps me up in a hug.
“This is really nice,” he says, arms enveloping me, the front of his big body spooning the back of mine.
It is. But I don’t tell him that.
“It’s this mattress. I’m obsessed. So comfortable.”
“Mhhhm,” is all he replies from the crook of my neck.
And we fall asleep like that, in each other’s arms.