Hothead by Stella Rhys

16

DREW

There werea lot of things on my mind when I came home tonight.

There was the fact that I lost my first start of the season. And I didn’t just lose. I gave up eight runs in one inning. I couldn’t get out of the fifth inning. I wound up getting pulled early, and my teammates avoided looking at me for fear of catching the yips.

I had to grit my teeth and bear the media crowding around me directly after the game, the ones who particularly hated me almost grinning as they asked me what happened to cause such an “epic disaster.”

I had to sit there, staying outwardly calm as I gave them the usual canned replies.

Bad games happen.

It was a bad performance.

No excuses. Next time.

Those were the answers I stuck to, because I couldn’t say anything resembling the truth. Not that I wanted to confess that a woman – a damned near stranger – had weaseled her way into my head and for once, I couldn’t manage to get her out. I couldn’t say that I spent the game hating the fact that I had to go home to her, because she was finally moving in with me tonight.

It was bad enough without a reporter asking me about the Lillards.

“Do you think you’re finally feeling the effects of losing the mother figure in your life? My condolences by the way.”

Yeah.

Your condolences my ass.

There was a lot to be pissed about when I got home today, and that wasn’t even counting Iain’s texts to rush home to Evie’s bullshit. It wasn’t counting the soreness in my muscles. The aching in my bones. The bruise on my shoulder from getting hit by a line drive.

I was in bad shape, both physically and mentally, and I was convinced tonight would be the night that I quit on this contract by kicking her ass out.

But now I sensed I’d be breaking this contract in a different way. Because while I prided myself on having no limits, I’d apparently found my first one.

Resisting this damned woman.

“Drew, what...”

The shocked words barely made it out of those lips. Those pouty fucking lips.

They were pink and swollen, frozen in a little “o” as Evie watched me reach under my sweats, gripping the hard base of my dick. Her mouth fell open as I flipped my erection onto my abs, tucking the pulsing tip under the waistband of my boxers.

I knew she’d been seconds from blowing up at me, but once she realized I was just adjusting my hard-on, she somewhat relaxed.

Key word: somewhat.

“Figured you didn’t want a tent pitched in your face.”

“No, yeah.” Her lashes fluttered as she spoke fast. “You’re right. I wouldn’t.”

“You should probably stop that now,” I muttered since her hands were still pressed flat on my thighs, not far from where my cock was swelling fully hard.

It was begging for attention by now. Thanks to the game, I’d neglected it all day. And now that I was sitting here, hard as a rock with Evie kneeling at my feet, I couldn’t wait a second longer.

My jaw tightened when she finally dropped her hands from my thighs.

“You should probably go upstairs now, too,” I said, unapologetic as I stroked my cock over my sweats. I wet my lips as her gaze dropped like a brick.

Goddamn. Her eyes glimmered as they traced every inch of my erection, and I swear I watched those pink lips get even pinker and plumper, like they were just waiting to wrap themselves around the swollen tip.

Come on, baby girl. Suck on it.

Give it a little lick.

I wanted to let every filthy thought in my head roll off my tongue, but I controlled myself because she looked pitifully tormented right now – hot, bothered and going through a mental crisis.

“You’re torturing me, Drew,” she whispered finally.

“Trust me, I know how that feels.”

“You’re not the one who hasn’t had sex in five months.”

“I haven’t jerked off in twenty-four hours, and considering the sounds you made when you came the other night, that’s starting to feel a lot like five months,” I muttered.

“Please don’t talk about that night.”

“Why?” I growled. “Because it makes your pussy wet?”

“Yes, Drew,” she hissed. “And considering how weird things got after that, we definitely cannot have sex. We can’t.”

“Are you telling me, or you telling yourself?”

“I’m telling us both,” she glared, sitting back on her feet with resolve. “No sexual touching.”

“Right.” I stared back at her for a second. “In that case, I’m going to jerk off. And since that requires taking my dick out, I’m going to need you to be a good girl and go up to your room.”

She shot me a look for the deliberately condescending tone. But she didn’t leave, and I wasn’t going to stop on her behalf.

With my eyes pinned on Evie, I pushed my sweats down, letting my erection spring free right before her.

“Fuck,” she breathed out, her lips parting and her wide eyes getting wider as I cradled my heavy shaft in my palm, rubbing my thumb slowly against the ridge of my head. I was already rock-hard, but I felt myself harder as Evie stayed put, hypnotized by the sight of pre-cum beading at the tip.

“Are you going to watch me, baby?” I rasped as I began stroking my dick right in front of her. She answered by eyeing me for a second before letting her gaze fall once again. “What, this doesn’t break the rule?” I muttered, my thighs flexed because the sensation was already unreal.

“I’m not touching you,” Evie murmured in a daze, unconsciously licking her lips as she watched me pump my cock faster now, my head rolling back every once in awhile.

But I could never take my gaze off of her for long. I had to enjoy my incredible view. Fully soak it in as much as I could, because for fuck’s sake, I was relaxed on my couch, cock out and jerking off right in front of Evie’s gorgeous face. She looked so cute, so transfixed as I started jacking it hard like I did when I was home alone. She squirmed in her kneeling position, playing nervously with the hem of her shirt. Yeah. Keep doing that, I urged, watching her twist her top harder and harder as I pumped my dick faster and faster. She was stretching her neckline down so far on her full tits that I was one twist away from watching them spring free.

“Not wearing a bra?” I panted.

“I am.”

“Then why can I see your nipples so clearly?”

“Because they’re hard.”

“Show me.”

She startled out of her state, looking up with surprise at my demand. But it lasted barely a second before she turned the tables on me, grasping her neckline and giving one hard yank so her tits popped out.

“Fuck, baby.” My fist was a blur on my cock as I devoured my view. “Jesus fucking Christ, Evie,” I growled as I watched her push those perfect things together, rolling those tight, rosy nipples between her fingers. “I need to touch them.”

“You can’t.”

“Let me suck on them.”

“No.”

“Then bounce them for me.”

“That I’ll do,” she smirked. I growled as sensation tingled from every corner of my body, the pressure building so hard in my cock that I was sure I could blow my load that second. But with a long groan, I slowed down, knowing well that the second I was done the show would be over. I shook my head, blowing out a harsh breath of air as I watched Evie gaze at my cock while playing with herself.

“You weren’t kidding about doing something nice for me, were you?”

“Trust me, this is as much for me as it is for you.”

“Then take your panties off and touch your pussy.”

“My pussy is staying strictly clothed.”

I would’ve laughed if I weren’t so busy staving off my orgasm.

“And why do you draw the line there?”

“Because I don’t trust you to see my naked pussy without burying your dick inside it.”

“Baby, you’re saying all the right things to get your ass spanked right now.”

“Too bad you can’t. No touching.” The wicked look glimmering in her eyes made me feel warm all over. “Don’t tell me I have more will power than the famous Drew Maddox.”

“If I didn’t have will power, you’d already be wearing my cum all over your tits.”

Evie bit her lip.

“You’re close?” she asked softly.

“I’ve been,” I snarled, feeling the buildup of pressure reach a breaking point. My cock was engorged, begging for release. I felt numb all over, all my senses flooding to one focal point. And since I was seconds from liftoff, I ran my eyes all over Evie, soaking all of her in – her big eyes, her pink lips, those perfect, bare tits. I pictured myself fucking her senseless on the ground, then like a gunshot, the pressure exploded.

My head hit the back of the couch as a jagged groan dispelled from my lungs. I felt the jets of heat fall over my stomach as I closed my eyes, every last thought from the day rushing out of my brain and dissolving into sheer ecstasy.

I barely knew what was happening by the time I heard Evie’s footsteps padding back to me from wherever she’d gone. I could barely move. All I could do was sit there, blissfully drained as I watched Evie – tits still out – clean me off with a warm, wet towel.

Holy fucking shit.

Maybe she’d killed me, because this had to be heaven. Her eyes were hazel. I noted that for the first time as she kept her soft gaze on me, biting back a little smile as she wiped the cum off of me.

“Doesn’t count if there’s a towel between us,” she grinned, referring to our no-touching rule. “Loopholes.”

“Watching me touch myself was a loophole. This is breaking the rule.”

“Well, as long as we’re not having sex, I can live with it,” she smirked, letting me watch her tits bounce between her arms as she finished cleaning me off.

And once she was done, she said goodnight, going up to her room and leaving me completely fucking stunned on the couch.