Chapter 16
Sixteen
To be honest, I had more fun at karaoke than I thought I would tonight. With everything going on, I didn’t realize how much I needed a break from it all. Laughing and hanging out was exactly what the doctor ordered.
However, the one thing he didn’t order was seeing Mav with her… That I could have done without.
I drape my arm dramatically over my eyes as I lie on the couch and stew in my defeat.
“I’ve been telling you,” Symone says as she takes another sip from her margarita. I have no clue where she puts it. I’m feeling tipsy as hell, and she’s had quite a few more than I have.
I peek out from my shield of woe is me and find Symone and Darby staring at me intently.
“What words of wisdom do you need to grace upon me now?”
“Just trying to figure out how you’ve been so blind, Shay-Shay? I’m sorry, but for someone so strong in so many ways, you’re incredibly weak when it comes to Jordan,” she says matter-of-factly.
I open my mouth to begin my defense, then close it. I start again, but stop before any of my words come out. These are two of my best friends, and they don’t even know half of what’s going through my head.
So, I decide there’s no more reason to hide.
“I was blind, okay,” I admit, then continue, “I always saw Mav as this big playboy and didn’t think anything more of it in the beginning. He was friendly and funny with a big ol’ side of flirty. Jordan, on the other hand, seemed to only have eyes for me.”
I sigh and sit up on the couch, and the girls come a little closer, settling in for whatever I'm about to share.
“You know I never had a boyfriend before,” I say to Sy, and then look to Darby, who’s also aware of this fact. “Well, in the beginning, Jordan did and said all the right things. He was fun and very attentive, and eventually I said yes to him, incessantly asking me out.”
I tilt my head back, eyes closing, thinking back on how naive I was.
“For the first time ever, I had someone interested in me, who didn’t feel intimidated by who I was.” They both nod in understanding.
“By the time I agreed to date Jordan, Mav and I were already friends, texting constantly. I would see him out and about—again, always being the flirt that he was—but he never once asked me out. So, I took our friendship for what it was.”
“Wait, hold that thought,” Darby says before disappearing into the kitchen and returning with a bag of popcorn. She settles back down with the large bowl set between us all, and I can't help but laugh.
Sy motions with her hand for me to continue, then reaches into the popcorn bowl.
“Jordan and I were good for a while… then the cracks in our relationship started to grow.”
“Is the cheating allegation what opened your eyes? It seems like ever since then, you’ve changed a lot toward him. But then he surprised you this summer, and it was like the breadcrumbs of the good side of Jordan kept you around again,” Sy points out.
A heavy sigh leaves me, ashamed of what a fool I’ve been.
“Shiiit, girl. Was the sex that good that he strung you along with crumbs? I mean, I’ve never been with a guy, but I can't see any dick, or vagina, for that matter, being worth it,” Darby interjects.
Running my hands down my face, I reach for Sy’s margarita and sling the remaining contents back in one gulp.
“Nope, and it’s been months since we’ve been together. I wanted him to prove that he truly wanted me back,” I confess.
Sy leans in a little closer. “That all makes sense…but what do you mean by nope?”
“He seems like the type who would be overly selfish in bed,” Darby says.
I release another breath. “He was… I'm going to confess something, and I don’t want to hear a damn word.”
Their eyes widen, waiting with bated breath for my confession.
“He’s never made me come.”
“WHATTT?!?” they both yell in unison.
“I know, I know,” I say, holding up my hands defensively. “At first, I thought it would happen in time. According to Google, not everyone comes from sex. And Jordan didn’t seem too concerned by it, so I figured it would be something we’d work on, together.”
Darby stares at me in complete shock. “So, knowing he couldn’t get you off with his pitiful dick, did he at least try to be resourceful… Mouth, fingers…fucking anything?”
“He would try to use his fingers, but it never seemed like he was really into it… More like it was a chore. So I would get self-conscious, thinking it was a me issue, and would brush him off and skip straight to sex.”
“Well then, he definitely wasn’t going down on you either, was he?” Symone scoffs, hitting the nail on the head, and I just shake my head.
Darby squeezes my leg. “My poor, sweet Shay. All this time and you haven’t had an orgasm?”
“I have, just by myself. I needed to prove I wasn’t broken.”
Sy looks at me, pity written all over her face. “So still never actually during sex.”
I shake my head again.
“What the actual fuck Shay,” Sy chastises me. “After all this time, and knowing what a selfish prick he really is, why did you stay?”
“That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it? I think I was so wrapped up in having my first love that I ignored so much. Everyone always says that relationships take work, so I assumed our flaws were what we needed to work on. Brushed things off, made excuses for his behavior.”
“Okay, so if you had known then, why give him another chance after the whole cheating thing?” Darby asks.
“Honestly, right after all that stuff came out, Jordan reverted to the guy I first met. The guy I fell in love with. He said all the right things, swore to me he would make it up to me. To never have me doubt us again. At that point, I don’t know why, but I felt like I owed us one more shot.
” Not to mention the fact that he also gaslighted me into feeling guilty over texting Mav.
“And now?” Sy prods.
“And now I know, it was all for nothing,” I confess, and my eyes well with tears.
My best friends come and sandwich me on both sides, wrapping their arms around me.
“Listen, think of it as a learning experience. Now you know what not to go for…” Darby teases, trying to lighten my mood, and I snort.
“Yes, exactly, next guy—” Sy starts, but Darby interjects with a wink. “Or girl.”
I swat at Darby with a soft chuckle, and she tries her best to hold in her laughter. “It was worth a shot.”
Symone shakes her head and smiles, then starts again. “Next guy who has the privilege of falling in love with you…will treat you exactly how you deserve to be treated.”
“Like the queen that you are!” Darby shouts.
“Thank you, guys…”
A sad smile crosses my face, and they both hug me again. This time, it’s not because of my confessions, but at the reminder that I think I’ve already met that person.
And I'm afraid I might be too late.
A knock on my bedroom door snaps me out of my dazed trance.
“Package for you, Shay,” a muffled voice of one of my housemates sounds from the other side of my closed door.
Pausing the show I’ve been binging all morning, I throw off my covers and head to the door. When I open it, I find a cardboard box with a note attached.
Had this overnighted for you. I read one was a must have, and the other I just couldn’t help but add in.
Enjoy!
xx- Sy
What in the world?
I put the box on my desk and pace around my room. I have a feeling I know what’s inside, but I’m still not sure I’m ready to see.
Who am I kidding? I need to know…now.
Ripping open the corrugated box, I find two packages inside. Both surprise and excitement rush through me.
The first box I pick up is a sleek-looking vibrator, and the packaging reads: Lelo Soraya. I must admit, for a vibrator, it’s very chic looking, nothing like those crazy ones you see online.
Because, I have looked before…especially once I realized I wasn’t the broken one. But there were so many options that I quickly became overwhelmed and gave up on my search.
I can barely contain my laugh when I pick up the second gift. It’s a suction-cup silicon dildo. Its box has the words Big Boy across the front of it. I chuckle to myself and place Big Boy into my bottom desk drawer, not yet ready to tackle that beast.
The much less intimidating sleek black vibrator is intriguing, so I toss it onto my bed and take out my phone.
Me
Big Boy… really?
Sy
Haha, I couldn’t help myself. But that other one tho .
Me
Yeah, it’s so… pretty looking.
Sy
That’s what I thought too! Now go find some…ahem… inspiration.
Me
Thank you… I think.
Sy
You’re very welcome.
I smile to myself. Geez, what am I supposed to do with her? Secretly, I love that my friend knows me so well, and now I get to enjoy the fruits of her labor. Even though I'm slightly intimidated, I'm also very excited to try it out.
I unbox the sleek-looking toy and toss it onto my bed. Pacing my room, I debate how I'm supposed to tackle the task. After several more minutes of eyeing said toy, I decide to tuck it under my pillow and head into the main living area of our house in search of a distraction.
After some food and another trash TV episode later, I can no longer contain my racing thoughts. Leaving my den and teammates, I head back to my room.
My phone buzzes with a notification.
Mav
Point Guard!
Me
Yes Beautyyyy.
Mav
I think I deserve a medal.
Me
Ha! For what, may I ask?
Mav
Just hit a PR on the bench press. Threw that Big Boy right up there!
There’s no way! I chuckle to myself at the coincidence and lie on my bed, smiling like a fool at my phone the whole damn time.
Shay
Way to go. That deserves a medal for sure.
Mav
Yup, going to pick it up as we speak… A whole Rocco’s pizza to myself.
Me
There’s no way you can eat a whole pizza.
Mav
Bet.
Me
And what do I get if I win?
Mav
Anything you want.
I toss my phone to the side, unable to form a proper reply. My cheeks flame, and there’s no denying the tingle that zips up my spine at his words.
Inspiration…
Closing my eyes, I open them back up and scan my room.
Inspiration…
My eyes land on the Gatorade poster we were gifted from last semester’s photo shoot.
I close my eyes, remembering it like it was yesterday.
There was an incredible amount of good-looking people on the field that day.
I recall trying my hardest not to stare at Mav as he and the other guys from The Wolves Den had their own fun on the field.
Shirtless, and just a tad bit sweaty. Deep down, I know I was wrong for ogling him that way, especially with Jordan present at the shoot, but there was no way to tear my eyes away from him. If I’m being honest, I still can’t.
I fantasize about how his cinnamon flavor would swirl in my mouth and recall just how much I craved the taste last night.
What it would be like to just give myself up to him.
To let Mav touch me the way I need to be touched.
There’s no doubt in my mind he’s a giver, and I bet he’d ensure I got mine before he got his.
I focus on the shirtless muscles of Maverick’s chest and abs, and heat swirls low in my belly at the thought of his body draped over mine. Kissing my collarbone as I grab on to the hair at the back of his neck.
My hands roam over my body, imagining they’re his, exploring every inch of me for the first time. My core aches with need, and I reach for the tempting toy laying near me on the bed.
I send up a silent thank you when I test the power, and it buzzes to life.
I play with the speeds and settings, settling on a low, steady hum for now. Lifting my shirt, I imagine Mav’s calloused hands tracing over my sensitive nipples.
“You’re so prefect,” he says, leaning down and teasing my nipple with his warm tongue, before moving to the next one. Switching between licking it with his warm mouth, then blowing cool air over it. Making my body wriggle with anticipation.
“Please don’t tease me,” I beg, and I can feel his signature smirk as he kisses down my stomach.
I trail down my belly with the toy, slipping it under my sleep shorts. Teasing myself with the soft buzzing. It’s a new thrill and has my body coming alive. Why I’ve waited so long to buy one, I’ll never understand.
Mav descends my body, pausing just above the waist of my shorts. His eyes come up to meet mine. “I’ve been dying to taste you. Please, baby, I’m a starved man.” When I look into his eyes, all I see is pure determination and not the hindrance I’ve been led to believe going down on me would be.
I lift my hand, allowing him access, and Mav lets out a satisfied hum. The sound starts the slow burn throughout my entire body. He wastes no time ridding me of my bottoms, kissing up the inside of my thigh.
Parting my legs ever-so-slowly, I run the longer piece of the toy through my dripping core. Practically jumping at the overwhelming sensation.
“Look at how wet you are for me already,” he says, right before dragging his tongue up my pussy. My body bucks at the feel of him.
“Shiit,” I moan when his tongue circles my clit. I’ve never experienced anything like this before in my life.
I tease my entrance with the vibrator for a few moments, then slowly slide it in. Imaging it’s Mav’s fingers and tongue devouring me. The steady buzz has me on edge quickly.
Mav pulls back to watch me writhe beneath him. “You are the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He kisses my thigh again, then returns to his spot between my legs. His fingers slide inside me, and he groans when I clench my core.
“Please don’t stop… I’m so, so close,” I cry out, and my hand flies to the back of his head, holding him in place.
I turn the vibrator up a notch, losing myself in the moment.
“Come for me, baby,” he commands, and I break. Moaning and clawing at him as I ride out the intense high.
Slapping my palm over my mouth, I try to contain the moan that comes from deep in my chest. My body spasms around the toy, and I frantically feel around, trying to power it off.
Best orgasm ever.
Okay, so maybe I don’t have much to compare it to...but I can’t help but wonder how it could get any better than what I just had.
I wish I could say it was because it's my first time using a vibrator, but in reality, I know it’s because I let myself fantasize about Maverick Leblanc for the first time ever.
And I know without a doubt it won't be the last time.