Offside (39 page)

“I know,” I interrupted. I didn’t need the reminder.

“I don’t really know what I’m doing,” she said. “I’m not going to be as good as they were, and you’re going to be disappointed.”

“What the fuck!” I sat straight up and grabbed her wrists. “Who the fuck said I’d be disappointed?”

She kept looking away from me and just shrugged instead.

“Just me, I guess.” The tears started rolling down her cheeks.

Shit.

I probably shouldn’t have yelled.

What do I do now?

Oh wait…I’d done this one.

Just hold her.

So I did, and she cried, and I felt like shit. Eventually, my thighs started to fall asleep under her, so I pushed and pulled at both of us until we were positioned on the right sides of the bed, and I could wrap my arms around her. I held her against my chest and kissed the top of her head until she quieted down and seemed to relax.

“I wanted everything to be perfect tonight,” Nicole whispered against my collarbone. “I screwed it all up, going emo.”

“Hey,” I said as I placed my finger under her chin and tilted her head up to look at me. “I spent my whole day with you, starting with opening my eyes and seeing that picture I drew of you. I got to take you to your classes, eat lunch with you, and I knew you were watching me during my game. You made me dinner, and even though I don’t know what the fuck I ate, it was awesome. I got to play with your tits, and now I’m in bed with you in my arms. If that isn’t perfection, I don’t know what is.”

Nicole snickered and then laughed. I placed a kiss right on her lips.

“There is no way I could possibly be disappointed,” I told her. “There’s nothing I’ve ever wanted more than to be with you—whatever that means. Just knowing I’m with you makes it far better than being with anyone else, and I’m only talking about lying here with you. Whatever else happens is bonus.”

With her face between my hands, I brought her over the top of me and raised my head off the pillow to kiss her deeply. She placed her hands beside my head to hold herself up as she kissed me back.

With my head resting against the pillow and Nicole’s fingers twisting my hair back around my ear, I was fairly certain I couldn’t have been much happier. Every few minutes, I’d kiss her, or she’d kiss me, and we’d just look at each other. Well, sometimes I looked at her tits because the camisole she wore was nearly see-through, and I was quite grateful for that.

“When does your dad get home?” Nicole asked.

“Tomorrow evening,” I replied. “I think his flight gets in about five, so he’ll be home around seven or eight, I guess.”

“That means you probably won’t be here tomorrow night, then,” she said, surmising.

“Probably not,” I agreed, “but I don’t want to think about that right now.”

“Okay,” she said. Her fingers let go of my hair, trailed over my cheek, and down my neck. She flipped her hand over and rested her palm on my chest.

“You can fondle my abs, too, if you want.” I winked at her sideways.

Nicole snickered but didn’t hesitate to drop her hand to my stomach. It made my abs clench a little, and the sensations found their way down to my cock.

Little bastard—just relax, for fuck’s sake!

Well, he wasn’t going to listen to me, obviously. Then he reminded me that there were some perfectly nice tits right next to me, and I wasn’t doing anything about them at all even though the owner of said tits was molesting my chest and stomach. My hand listened to my cock and moved up from her waist to get a better angle.

I traced one nipple through the thin fabric and felt her skin tighten up the same way mine did when she touched me. Her nipple puckered up as well and then started screaming for some mouth-action, and who was I to say no?

Oh, fine. It didn’t scream, but I pulled the camisole down a bit to suck on it anyway.

Nicole moaned as my mouth wrapped around her nipple, and her hand suddenly dropped south…

…and grabbed on to my dick.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried out.

She pulled her hand back.

“I’m sorry!”

“Oh, fuck no, Rumple…baby…” I wrapped my arm back around her, and I brought her closer to me. “Don’t stop.”

“Oh…”

I glanced up at her and gave her a half-smile before latching on to her other nipple and listening to her moan as she reached back down and palmed me through my lounge pants.

“Jesus,” she murmured.

“What?” I mumbled against her breast.

“You’re…big…”

Well, there wasn’t any stopping a smile crossing my face from that comment. I let go of the nipple that had been occupying my attention and slowly kissed and licked my way around her breast and then up to her neck. I nibbled at the hollow at the base of her throat and tried not to completely lose it when her little fingers wrapped around my cock and slowly moved up and down.

“That feels so fucking good,” I told her. I moved one hand around to cup and massage her tit while my lips took the rest of the trek up to her mouth. Our tongues touched and moved against each other’s as I tried not to buck my hips into her hand too much.

“You like it?” she said quietly with my tongue still in her mouth.

“Mmhmm,” I moaned back at her. I kept kissing her, and she moved her deft little fingers up and down my shaft. When she got to the tip, I moaned in protest as I felt her hand move back to the top of my pants. My complaint was short-lived, because a second later, she was sliding her hand under the waistband, and I could feel her warm fingers on my flesh.

I rolled onto my back, bringing her with me so I didn’t have to stop kissing her. She was still on her side next to me, bent over my head with her mouth locked to mine and her hand still down my pants.

“Take them off?” she whispered.

I wasn’t entirely sure if it was a question or a command, but I wasn’t about to ask. I reached down and pushed the lounge pants off my hips and then looked down to see her hand still wrapped around me.

“Oh fuck, Rumple,” I mumbled. “That looks so good.”

“Show me how you like it,” she said.

I reached down and placed my hand over hers, moving along with her, but still letting her drive my stick.

What? She said she could drive a manual!

I moved her hand up and over my head, showing her how to palm the tip before running back down. Her fingers wrapped around a little tighter at the base, holding me perfectly as she slid her hand back up. I arched my back a little and yelled out again.

“Oh fuck, yes!”

“You really like it?” she asked again.

“Baby, it’s awesome,” I told her. I reached up and put my hand on the back of her head, bringing her back down so I could kiss her some more. She smiled against my lips, and her hand started moving a little faster.

I didn’t know if it was just because I hadn’t gotten off much lately, or because it was Rumple’s hand wrapped around my cock, but the building release came up on me quickly.

“Fuck…baby…” I moaned again. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”

She didn’t stop.

My thighs tensed, followed by my glutes. My hips lifted off the mattress and the sensations ran up from my toes and down from my abs, met in the middle and intensified. I’m pretty sure I screamed as my balls tightened, and the waves of pleasure exploded down and out my cock, covering her hand and my stomach.

Shakespeare definitely would have referred to me as a “mountain of mad flesh” at that point. Somehow, I had never felt such release.

Now it was her turn.

CHAPTER 21

TOUCH LINE

I lay on my back and panted for a couple of minutes. I could feel my cock deflating though it was also the only place reminding me I had a pulse. The rest of me felt like I was floating in a sea of Nicole’s hair.

She still smelled good.

I tried to get up to find us a towel, but Nicole pushed me back against the bed and did it herself. I could hear her in the bathroom, running the water in the sink, and a few seconds later, she came back with a less-sticky hand and a slightly damp towel, which she gave me. I cleaned up and then pulled her back down to me.

“You are so…fucking…fantastic…” I said between kisses. I felt her mouth turn up in a little smile.

“It was good?”

“
Fucking fantastic
, I told you.”

She smiled again, and I snuck my hand back to cup her breast. I started kissing down her neck, shifting slightly so I could reach more of her effectively and guiding her onto her back at the same time. I kissed the top of each of her tits before sucking one into my mouth. I slid my other hand down her front, running over her stomach and playing at the top of her shorts.

Nicole giggled.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Now I was confused.

“Um…I was going to…” I stopped and brought my eyebrows together. She was looking at me like she was confused, too.

“Oh,” she said with sudden understanding in her eyes. “You don’t…have to do that.”

“I want to,” I said, still confused. Why the fuck wouldn’t I return the favor and get her off, too? Had I somehow crossed the touch line and was totally out of play? “You don’t want me to?”

“It’s not that,” she said. She moved her gaze away from my face, refusing to meet my eyes.

“What is it, then?”

“It just…wouldn’t work,” she replied.

“What is that supposed to mean, ‘it wouldn’t work’?” I demanded. She was being fucking cryptic, and it was starting to piss me off. I was bad enough at this relationship shit. I didn’t need anything else hampering me.

“I’m just…not really…very…
orgasmic
,” Nicole finally said. She looked away from me again, embarrassed.

“What do you mean?”

“I just…don’t have them,” she said quietly. “At least, not with someone else. And it takes a really long time for me to warm up even if it’s just me, and it’s late, and—”

“It’s not that late,” I interrupted. I knew she was just making excuses.

“It would be if you tried,” she said.

“You said we were supposed to say it if something was bothering us,” I reminded her. “Say it.”

Nicole looked everywhere in the room except at me and then let out a sigh.

“I’m just…not any good at it,” she finally said.

I looked at her face, and the same expression she had when we first got to the room came over her—something between anxiety and sadness.

And it hit me.

That motherfucker.

“That’s what he told you, isn’t it?” I snapped at her. I didn’t really mean to be angry with her, but I wanted to kill that bastard. “He told you there was something wrong with you because he was a lazy-ass shithead who didn’t know how to get a girl off.”

“He did…
try
,” she said somewhat sheepishly—like she should be embarrassed by it. “A couple times.”

“Not good enough,” I said and shook my head definitively. I took her face in my hands and pulled myself up so I was hovering over the top of her and looking down into her big, blue eyes. “There is nothing wrong with you. You are fucking beautiful and smart and all kinds of other shit I just don’t have the words to describe, but it’s all good. Nothing is wrong with you. He’s just an asshole who better never get close enough for me to get my hands on him.”

Nicole finally smiled a bit, and the look in her eyes softened.

“Thank you,” she said.

I just kept looking at her and then let a huffed breath out my nose.

“You realize what you’ve done now?”

“What?” she asked with wide eyes.

“You have presented me with
a challenge
,” I informed her, and I raised my hands up in a grand, completely overdone gesture. I dropped them down again, then leaned over her and brushed her nose with mine. “And this challenge, I will definitely win.”

“You are wasting your time,” she said.

I narrowed my eyes at her and then placed my hand on her hip, slowly brought my fingers to her breast, then back down to her hip again. I moved them around to the front and cupped her heat.

“I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it,” I quoted.

My Rumple’s smile returned, which was all the encouragement I needed.

“You just gotta tell me what you do when you’re alone,” I said.

“Um…” Nicole mumbled as she tried to chew her bottom lip right off. “Just…um…touch myself...”

“Oh yeah?” I said with a bit of a smirk. “What else?”

“I think about…stuff.”

“What do you think about?” I asked her. I nuzzled up against her cheek. Actually, the idea of her touching herself was really getting me hot. “When you’re touching yourself?”

“Um…” Pink tinged her cheeks.

“What is it?” I asked again.