Page 83 of Kickoff

“Please.”

I nuzzled her cheek with my nose, burning her sweet scent to my memory, and descended my hand down her front. I felt the heady beating of her heart under my fingertips.

With a finger, I grazed the hem of her night shorts. Melinda’s hand enveloped mine, pushing it lower.

“Youuu sure?”

“Yes. Don’t stop, okay?”

I traced the seam between her legs, and her hips buckled off the mattress.

“Mase.” My name became a plea on her lips. My dick enjoyed every minute as I rubbed her over her clothes, eliciting whimpers and heavy pants from her.

She rocked her hips, meeting the movements of my hand. This was the slowest torture I’d ever endured. Melinda Shepard was coming apart under my touch, and I was about to jizz in my pants because she looked so hot while trusting me to make her feel good.

A muffled cry escaped her mouth, and she arced before coming undone. We both froze. Melinda watched me with hooded lids.

“Fuckkk, you’re beautifulll.”

“Don’t say things like that if you don’t mean them.”

I propped myself up on an elbow and tipped her chin toward me. “I mean ittt. Every singggle word. You are sooo beautifulll.”

“You can’t⁠—”

“What do youuu mean I can’t?” I tried to make sense of her words, but my stupid brain couldn’t seem to come up with anything logical. “I can’t whaaat?”

“Shhh. Don’t say anything.”

She hesitated for a beat before dipping her hand under the waistband of my boxer briefs. I sucked a gulp of oxygen in when her cold hand met my warm flesh. Was it the alcohol still swimming in my blood or Melinda’s touch making me dizzy right now?

She curled her fist around my length.

I breathed through clenched teeth. “Jesusss. Mel, what are youuu doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Yesss…Nooo… You…you don’t have to.”

“I want to. Please let me. Unless you don’t.”

I took her face in my hands so we could watch each other and she could read the truth in my eyes. “Let me makkke it clear. I’ll never not want youuu to touch me.” I pushed myself up to kiss her, but she cocked her head to the side, and my lips grazed her cheek instead.

Melinda pumped my hard-as-hell erection slowly and I swore I saw stars and I hadn’t even come yet. “I’m not… I’ve never… I’m not experienced in this.”

I wrapped my hand around hers, increasing the pace of her movements. “Youuu are pretty gooood at this. I swear.” I closed my lids, so many sensations washing through my body that I had a hard time telling what was real and what was a side effect of the whiskey and shots I had drunk earlier.

Feeling cheap for touching her the first time when I wasn’t even fully conscious, I stopped her before I could jerk off.

“What?”

“Not tonight, okaaay.” Why was I doing this? I was about to burst at the seams. “I’m still drunnnk, and I don’t want our first time to be when I’m nottt quite sober. I’m not thattt guy. The one taking advantage.” My arguments sounded better in my head.

“Oh.” She withdrew her hand and scooted away from me, and I had never felt so angry at myself. Tonight, there was no excuse. I was an idiot.

“Can-can…huh…can I stilll stay here?” The last thing I wanted was to leave. My heart wouldn’t survive being rejected by this girl again.

“Sure. I’m not kicking you out…unless you choose to go.”