Offside (40 page)

“Well,” she said quietly, “lately I’ve thought of…you.”

“Have you now?” I said. My cheeks were starting to hurt, I was smiling so much. Well, smirking, really. “What do you think about?”

“Um…just you,” she said all nonchalantly.

Not going to put up with that shit.

“What about me?” I pressed.

She shrugged and bit into her lip again.

I leaned over close to her ear as I moved my hand slowly up her side.

“You think about my cock, don’t you, Rumple?”

I heard her gasp and felt her body tense against mine. At first, I thought I had upset her, but when I looked more closely, her eyes were dilated as she looked up at me, and her lips were parted.

It was turning her on.

The tip of my nose outlined her ear as I whispered soft words that made her breath come in pants.

“I bet you think about my cock…seeing it…touching it…thinking about how it would feel sliding between your legs…”

She whimpered.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” My smirk returned. “My Rumple likes a little dirty talk, does she?”

I could see the heat rise to her face and neck in her blush. She tried to hide her face against my chest, put I pulled back and looked into her eyes.

“You like thinking about my cock, don’t you?” I said, and watched her blush deepen. I moved my lips back around to her ear. “You lay here at night without me and think about my cock running over your pussy, don’t you, Rumple?”

Nicole moaned, and hand job or not, the sound went right to my cock. I slowly traced a line between her breasts and then circled around her navel with my fingertip. Her skin was so soft, and my light touches made her tremble.

“You want to feel it, don’t you?” I whispered. “You want it right…here…”

My fingers reached the elastic of her shorts, and I slipped them underneath. I felt soft curls tickle my knuckles as I delved deeper, finding the smooth, wet flesh between her legs.

“Oh, baby,” I murmured, “you want me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathed out. One of her hands grabbed the back of my head while the other grasped my forearm, right above where my hand disappeared into her shorts.

My fingers explored, running along her folds and gathering up the wetness I found there. I touched her lightly, gently, and teasingly. Only when I felt her tilt her hips up did I give her any more pressure. With my thumb, I slowly circled around her clit and then dropped back down to find the fucking promised land of her opening.

God, I could hardly wait to get my cock in there. It was straining as it was, but this was about only her right now.

“You like that, Rumple?” I hummed into her ear. Her grip on my hair tightened. Slowly, I brought the tip of one finger to her opening and slid it in.

Tight and wet…so fucking good.

Another finger. In and out so, so slowly, talking to her the whole time. I'd increase my tempo a little, then slow back down again, just alternating the rhythm and fucking her with my fingers while I talked dirty to her and felt her squirm below me.

“You wish that was my cock, huh?” I asked. “You like to touch yourself and wish it was my cock sliding up in there?”

“Oh…ugh! Yes…that feels…oh my God…”

I smirked. Yeah, she was definitely going to get off.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, baby?” I hummed softly into her ear. “I bet you’re thinking about it being my cock shoved up inside of you—making you scream.”

She groaned again—loud and long.

Damn! There was no way I was ever going to be able to have sex with her if her dad was home—they might have been able to hear her at school, she was so loud.

I loved it.

I slid my fingers back and forth, feeling how wet she was getting around me. My thumb rolled around her clit—keeping up the pressure and not relenting.

“There ya go, baby,” I told her. “I can feel how hot your pussy is, just wishing my cock was stroking in and out of it…wanting me so fucking bad you can’t stand it…You want me like that, don’t you? You want my hard cock in that tight, hot pussy of yours? Maybe holding you up against the wall and pounding into you until you can’t fucking stand it anymore?”

“Oh! Oh, God! Thomas!” Nicole cried out. I didn’t slow down, just kept moving my fingers in and out of her and circling her clit until I felt her start to clamp down on my fingers. I pressed against her clit with my thumb, and felt her thighs shudder as she gasped and went rigid.

Take too long
my ass.

I smirked for the umpteenth time.

Nicole just lay on her back, trying to catch her breath as I basked in the glory that was my Rumple, post-orgasm.

She was fucking beautiful.

“Told ya,” I snickered.

She punched me in the shoulder, and I pretended it was hard enough to hurt, but I couldn’t stop smiling. I rolled onto my side and propped myself up with my elbow so I could look down at her.

“You’re very proud of yourself, aren’t you?” Nicole said. She squished her lips together in a vain attempt to hide her smile.

“Most definitely,” I replied. I ran the tip of one finger over the edge of her shoulder and down her arm. “You were beautiful. You
are
beautiful.”

She wound her fingers into my hair and started pushing it behind my ear. I smiled again, closed my eyes, and thoroughly enjoyed the recap of the day.

I heard the car door slam, and the little bubble that had been around me for the last week burst at the sound.

“Thomas!”

“In here, Dad.”

The thump of the suitcases in the foyer echoed around the house. Dad came around the corner and entered the kitchen, carrying a bottle of water and a paper bag from some fast food joint. He dumped the trash in the garbage can and looked me over.

“You run this morning?”

“Yep.” I had gone for a run too—with Nicole. She was quick, but I still had to slow it down so she could keep up with me.

“Time?”

“Five-fifty,” I lied.

“Good! Game last night?”

“Shut out.”

“Yeah!” He raised his hand up in the air, and I high-fived him. “You make sure you keep that up for next weekend, got it?”

“Definitely.”

“Wayne Messini’s flight doesn’t arrive until a little later than I thought. They won’t get here until right before the game starts, so you won’t be meeting them until afterwards. You make sure you’re on your best game, got it?”

“Yep.”

He took a step toward me, and I tensed but stood my ground. He brought up a single finger and poked me in the forehead.

“Focus,” he said. “No distractions.”

I nodded.

He dropped his hand and took a step back, tilting his head to the side.

“Did you get laid?”

He turned and went to the fridge.

“Yeah,” I said. It was sort of true.

“Dump her?”

“Um…not yet.”

“Don’t waste any time,” he said as he rummaged around. I hoped he wouldn’t notice how clean it was. “You going to fuck her again?”

Though this line of talk had been occurring between us since he found out I had lost my virginity on the school bus, riding back from an away game, this time it felt really uncomfortable. I didn’t want to talk about Nicole this way, and I didn’t want him thinking about her like that.

“I…don’t know,” I finally answered.

He straightened up and looked over to me, his eyes narrowed.

Shit.

“You never fuck a girl twice,” he said. It wasn’t a question. “Why are you even thinking about it?”

Fuck.

Too close.

I needed something plausible, and fast.

I put my game face back on and shrugged.

“I think I can talk her into anal,” I said, and my stomach turned. I could taste bile in the back of my throat. “She said she might.”

Dad looked at me, his eyes still narrowed as he stared at me. I didn’t move—didn’t drop my gaze from his. I just kept looking right in his eyes and tried to breathe as slowly as possible. The corners of his eyes tightened, and right about the time I thought I was going to burst, he threw his head back and laughed.

“I can hear it now!” he said as he laughed again. “Hey, Sheriff, I hear your daughter takes it in the ass!”

He closed the refrigerator without getting anything out of it and clasped me on the shoulder as he walked out of the kitchen and into the living room to turn on the TV. I kept my smile on as long as I could, and then I took off up the stairs and to my bathroom for a few minutes, where I debated getting sick. I didn’t, but my stomach still felt queasy.

I sat on the edge of my bed and closed my eyes, trying to relax a little. I wished tomorrow was a school day because I really wasn’t sure I could handle being here with Dad right now—not if he was going to keep saying shit like that. I know it was just his way of connecting with me or something, but while it had never bothered me in the past, hearing him say that shit about Rumple just made me want to punch him.

And that would not go over well. Not at all.

I needed to think about something else for the sake of my own sanity.

Sunday sucked. I didn't see Nicole at all.

Monday was good. I stayed outside Nicole's classroom doors until the last possible second before the bell rang and was late to all my own classes, but I didn't give a shit about that. She stayed for practice, and we got to make out in the car for a bit before I took her home. We even IM’d that night for the first time since Rumple didn’t have any text messaging on her phone.

SoccerGod2014: Hi

BeautifulSkye18: Hi…is that you, Thomas?

SoccerGod2014: Yeah. I miss you

BeautifulSkye18: I miss you, too

SoccerGod2014: Can I come live at your house?

BeautifulSkye18: Sure!

SoccerGod2014: Heh. I guess that probably wouldn't work too well, huh?

BeautifulSkye18: I don't know. Is your dad bugging you?

I wondered what she really wanted to say.

SoccerGod2014: A little. It's OK tho

BeautifulSkye18: No it isn't

SoccerGod2014: He just wants me ready for Friday's game. Messini watching has him a little excited

BeautifulSkye18: Yeah—excited. Whatever

SoccerGod2014: Don't

BeautifulSkye18: Sorry

SoccerGod2014: it's ok.

BeautifulSkye18: Greg's calling me. Brb

SoccerGod2014: I gotta get to bed anyway

BeautifulSkye18: Ok—cya tomorrow

SoccerGod2014: I'll be there

BeautifulSkye18: Gnight

SoccerGod2014: Gnight

I felt a little better as I crawled into bed and let the memory of every touch of our fingers and every kiss from the day roll through my mind. I only watched the day twice before I fell asleep.