Chapter 24
When I get home after an action-packed practice game, my body is aching for some sort of release.
I flick the switch on my vibrator, letting out a soft moan as the familiar buzz fills my room.
My mind swims with thoughts of the team’s victory today, how I proved my worth in that final play. It may only have been a practice, but I know the coach and team management are still scrutinizing our every move, and the fact I was able to showcase some of my signature moves was an important part of cementing my place on the team.
My hips rock to meet the vibrations, chasing the building pleasure. I think of Coach’s praise, the awe in my teammates’ faces.
For once, I felt seen. Valued for my skill, not my tits. And completely away from all the politics I endured at my last club.
The coil in my belly winds tighter, my breath coming faster as thoughts of the practice match dissipate and are gradually replaced by images of hot male rugby players. But instead of faces, I just see colorful swirls atop muscular bodies with rippling thighs and bulging biceps.
I imagine strong, calloused hands on my thighs, parting my legs.
A hot mouth kissing up my inner thigh, teasing me.
My free hand finds my breast, pinching a nipple. “Please,” I whimper, so close.
There’s a chuckle in my ear, a deep rumble that makes me shiver. “Come for me, love.”
The fantasy voice undoes me. My back arches as waves of bliss crash over me, rippling out from my core.
I cry out wordlessly, lost in the throes of ecstasy.
When I come back to myself, I’m panting and flushed. And despite the sensations of pleasure that just coursed through my body, the familiar ache lingers where I need to be filled.
I sigh, turning off my vibrator. Looks like I’ll be dreaming of faceless lovers again tonight.
The buzz of my vibrator still echoes in my ears as I bask in the afterglow. My limbs feel pleasantly heavy, muscles lax.
A knock at my door jerks me from my reverie. “Dylan? You in there?”
Shit, that’s Noah.
Panic flares in my chest as I fumble to shove my vibrator under my pillow. “Uh, yeah. Just a second!” My voice comes out high and breathless.
I yank a blanket over my lap just as the door creaks open.
Noah pokes his head in, brows furrowed. “I thought I heard something, and then I thought Jonah might need to get out. Are you alri—“
His eyes land on my flushed face, the blanket barely hiding what I was up to. A slow, wicked grin spreads across his lips. “Well, well. Did I interrupt something?”
My face flames hotter than the sun. I clench my jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response.
Noah saunters into my room, closing the door behind him. He stops at the foot of my bed, crossing his massive arms. Muscles bulge under his shirt, threatening to rip the fabric.
My pussy, still sensitive from release, quivers at the sight of him. It’s like one of the faceless figures from my fantasies has suddenly come to life, and he’s standing right at the foot of my bed.
“You know, I could give you a hand with that.” His heated gaze rakes over me, setting my blood aflame. “If you want.”
I stare at him, my heart pounding so hard it threatens to leap out of my chest.
My first assumption is he thinks it’s hilarious walking in on me like this, and that he’s making fun of me.
But the look in his eyes is anything but teasing. It’s predatory, filled with sinful promise.
My traitorous body responds, warmth pooling between my legs despite me coming just moments ago.
I swallow hard, torn between mortification and desire. “I don’t need your help,” I say, but it comes out weak. Unconvincing.
Noah tilts his head, a smug smile playing on his lips. “Are you sure about that?”
He hooks his fingers around the waistband of his gray shorts, and I’m paralyzed. I’m a sucker for gray sweatpants, gray shorts, anything. And who can blame me for admiring this stunning, tattooed man?
“Co-come here,” I say, my words coming out in a whisper.
“Are you sure?” He quirks a brow as he yanks down his shorts, revealing he’s just as turned on as I am.
“Ye-yes. Before I change my mind.”
Without hesitating, Noah climbs onto the bed. He positions himself next to me and pulls the blanket away from where I was covering myself with it, revealing my nakedness.
Noah looks down at me, his gaze trailing over my body and landing on my bare, wet pussy.
“You’re so incredibly beautiful, Dylan. My god, I can’t keep my eyes off you. And look at your pussy. So wet and ready for me.”
His words practically make me drip onto the mattress, and I throb in anticipation. But he doesn’t make an immediate beeline for my pussy.
Instead, he places a muscular arm on the far side of me so he’s basically pinning me to the bed. I feel helpless and vulnerable, but in the best way. Trapped willingly underneath this gorgeous man.
He leans in and captures my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue sliding through to meet mine.
It’s hard to explain, because it’s only a kiss, but the second our mouths touch I feel an almost supernatural connection. Some people are terrible kissers in general, or they can’t quite make it work with a specific person, but Noah has none of those problems.
When a man just about makes you come from kissing you, that’s a sign his kissing skills don’t need work.
Noah gently trails his hand down my body as he continues to lock lips with mine in a deep kiss, his tongue continuing to explore as his hand finds the bottom of my T-shirt, sliding up underneath until his palm cups my ample breast.
He teasingly tweaks my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending a zap of electricity straight to my core.
I feel my wetness continuing to increase at his touch, and my body threatens to come apart again just by him touching my breast and kissing me.
His hand continues its journey down my body, little butterflies jumping around as his fingers skim my belly He pauses there for a moment, letting out a soft moan as he seems to enjoy his hand cresting the gentle swell of my belly. I’d normally be self-conscious if someone touched me there, but it’s as if he’s turned on by my womanly curves.
His hand continues its descent until it reaches the apex of my thighs, and he cups my pussy in his giant hand.
He moans as he feels the heat and wetness that are pooling there.
“My god, Dylan,” he says, groaning. “You’re so warm and wet.”
His hand continues to slide until his fingers reach my entrance. Slowly, teasingly, he rubs his fingers against my wetness and slides two of them inside me.
I moan under his touch, enjoying the way his calloused fingers feel as they glide against my walls.
My hand slides down and very quickly finds his rock hard cock. And Jesus Christ, it’s massive. Girthy and long, I wrap my palm around it, enjoying the feeling of its ample size that fits perfectly in my hand. I feel the familiar texture of pre-cum as my palm brushes over his tip.
He angles his thumb so it brushes against my clit and I cry out. “Noah, yes,” I gasp. I swore that any type of fraternization with my roommates was a strict no-go, but there’s no way I would stop this now.
The train has well and truly left the station.
My resolve has gone out the window, and there’s no going back.
His thumb gently caresses my swollen clit as his fingers continue to slide in and out of my wet pussy, and the coil within me tightens further.
“Fuck, Noah,” I cry out as the sensations of pleasure take over.
I’d be embarrassed by how quickly he’s making me come, but my body needs the release even though it just had one.
My back arches and my hips buck against his hand and he intensifies our kiss as I come all over his fingers.
Well, so much for not screwing the crew.
We lock eyes, and suddenly Noah removes his hand. He pushes himself away from me and I let go of his cock, even though my hand was quite happy to stay wrapped around it. He stands up, yanks up his shorts and leaves without a word.
My breathing is ragged as I stare at the ceiling, aftershocks still rolling through my body. Noah worked me over until I saw stars, then just up and left. What the hell just happened?
I sit up on shaking arms, dragging a hand through my tangled hair. My muscles feel like jelly, a pleasant ache settling into my bones. But my mind is spinning.
Noah has pushed my buttons from the day I moved in here, but I never expected him to push them like this. We’re supposed to be roommates, not fuck buddies, for God’s sake.
So why did that feel so good?
If he’d walked in at any other time, I would have been fine. I would have felt equipped to reject him. But in the throes of giving myself pleasure, thoughts of him and the others and various other smoking hot rugby players were racing through my mind. And then suddenly he was here, real, offering to help me.
With his gray pants of seduction and his muscles and tattoos, it was impossible to refuse.
Heat creeps into my cheeks as I remember the way he watched me come apart under his hands.
The possessive look in his eyes and the rough tone of his voice as he whispered filthy things against my skin.
I flop back onto the bed with a groan. What have I done? I’ve just crossed a massive line, and this can only end in disaster.
Noah is dangerous in more ways than one, and if I’m not careful, he might destroy me and my aspirations for a long and enjoyable rugby career.
But some traitorous part of me wants to play with fire. Wants to give in to this twisted attraction and see where it leads, consequences be damned.
I’m so screwed.