Out of Bounds: A Sports Romance (Soulmates Series Book 5)

by Hazel Kelly

  “I understand,” she said, putting a hand on my knee.

  I laid a hand on hers and turned my face in her direction.

  Her almond-shaped eyes met mine and smiled.

  All I could think about was kissing her again.

  “What?” she asked, draining her drink.

  I set mine on the desk and angled my body towards her.

  She handed me her empty glass.

  By the time I set it beside my own, my heart was racing, and as soon as I turned back around, she leaned forward, laid her fingers on my cheek, and planted her lips on mine.

  When her sugary tongue slipped in my mouth, I reached over and pulled her across my lap so she was straddling me, the sound of her shallow breathing making me hard. I slouched down a bit so I could feel the weight of her body on my cock and sank my fingers into the soft flesh of her thighs.

  “I don’t know what I’m doing with you,” she whispered, holding my face.

  “You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” I said, pulling her hair back so I could kiss her throat. Her delicate skin smelled like flowers, and the scent intensified as I kissed my way down to her collarbone.

  “Wait,” she said, getting up to close the door.

  I tried to catch my breath before she straddled me again, but when she returned, she sank to her knees in front of me.

  I didn’t know what to say or do.

  She laid a hand over the outline of my swollen dick and slid her palm up my jeans until her fingers could reach my zipper.

  I watched as she bit her lip and unzipped my pants, turned on by the curious look on her face.

  When she glanced up at me, I lifted my hips and pulled my pants and boxers down to my knees.

  Her eyes grew wide when she saw my cock.

  I clenched my jaw as she untied my shoes, slipped them off one by one, and pulled my pants off so she could scoot between my legs.

  At her request, I slid my hips towards the edge of the futon, afraid to say anything in case it was all a dream.

  She slid her hands up my inner thighs and wrapped one around my dick. “You’re big,” she said, in a tone so breathy I hardly recognized her voice.

  “You have only yourself to blame.”

  She licked her lips as she started stroking me.

  “Harder,” I said, furrowing my brow.

  She squeezed me until her knuckles turned white.

  “Harder,” I said, loving the way her hand looked wrapped around me.

  She picked up the pace, her eyes bouncing between my cock and my face as if she were awaiting further instruction.

  I fixed my eyes on hers. “Taste me.”

  She rose up on her knees and licked the bead of precum off my dick before swirling her tongue around my head. Then, instead of looking up at me again, she sealed her lips around me and sank me to the back of her throat one torturous inch at a time.

  “Fuck,” I breathed, pressing my balled fists into the cushion beneath me.

  She moved slowly at first, as if she wasn’t quite comfortable with my size, but when she moaned and rolled my balls between her fingertips, my surging dick grew heavy in her mouth.

  “Jesus, Rosie.” I pressed my head against the wall as she sucked me. “That feels too good.”

  She sped up at the sound of my encouragement, and as much as I wanted to control myself, I wanted to watch her drink me more.

  “I’m going to come,” I said when I knew I was close.

  She tightened her grip on my dick, sliding it through her spit as she sucked me as hard as she could.

  A moment later, my hips jerked so hard I feared she might choke, but she surprised me, letting her cheeks fill with my come before swallowing me down.

  A few strokes later—after she’d teased the last of my desire down her throat—she pulled back, dropped her head, and wiped the corners of her mouth with her fingertips.

  I was smiling like an idiot when she looked up at me.

  She blushed, reached for the whiskey under my desk, and took a swig right from the bottle.

  Just when I didn’t think I could be any hotter for her, that moment did me in all over again.

  “What?” she asked when she caught me admiring her.

  “Stand up,” I said, helping her to her feet.

  “I think you owe me a thank you,” she said, running her fingers through her hair.

  I stood and tilted her chin up. “Oh you’re going to get your thank you,” I said, kissing her soft mouth as I unzipped the back of her dress. Then I peeled it off her shoulders and pushed it down over her hips.

  She kissed me more urgently after it hit the floor, so I reached behind her again, unhooked her bra, and tossed it away.

  Once my hands found her breasts, she started unbuttoning my shirt and moaning into my mouth as I pinched her perfect nipples between my fingers.

  When she started pushing my shirt off, I pulled back and removed it. “Put it on,” I said, extending it behind her.

  “I thought we were taking our clothes off?”

  “Just do it,” I said, my eyes on her pale breasts as she slipped her arms in my oversized sleeves.

  I reached down and scooped her up then, laying her on my blue bed a moment later.

  And once again, having her arms around my neck was the best feeling in the world.

  S E V E N T E E N

  - Rosie -

  I’d never felt sexier.

  After years of wanting Luke Hudson, he finally wanted me back… with every bone in his sinfully attractive body.

  His abs rippled over me as he stretched my arms above my head.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, still in shock at what I’d just done. I mean, it wasn’t a premeditated blowjob. I think it was simply a spontaneous attempt to take control of the surreal situation. But while it worked for a second, I was clearly no longer in charge. “Are you tying me up?” I asked, leaning my head back as he knotted his sleeves around the thin rail of his wooden headboard.

  “Shhh,” he said, his wet dick dragging across my stomach as he moved over me.

  I could’ve pulled my arms out. The shirt was open. It would’ve been easy, but something about the way he laid me on his bed made me trust him, so I clenched the insides of his sleeves in my fists and took a deep breath.

  He knelt over me, his eyes traveling from my underwear to my breasts to my mouth to my eyes.

  “What?” I asked.

  “You’re a fucking goddess, Rosie Bennet.”

  If I hadn’t been so nervous to have his undivided attention, I might’ve smiled, but the air between us was too tense, too overwhelming.

  He lowered himself over me and pulled my glasses off.

  “I can’t see without those,” I said as the room blurred around me.

  “You don’t need to see right now.”

  I heard him set them on the bedside table. A moment later, his breath was on my ear. “Why didn’t we do this sooner?” he asked, kissing my earlobe before moving on to my neck.

  His body enveloped me like a large shadow, and I could feel the heat coming off his skin. “I don’t know,” I whispered.

  He kissed his way down to my breasts and teased my nipples with his tongue. He was so gentle it was torturous, and part of me wished he would sink his teeth into me to relieve the ache I felt in my guts.

  My breath hitched when he reached his hand between my legs, and he laughed, a low sound rumbling up from his throat.

  “You’re soaking,” he whispered, pressing his thick fingers against me.

  “I know,” I said, as if it were a confession.

  He moved his fingers against my underwear, warming me with his touch until I was wetter than I’d ever been.

  “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to touch you here?” he asked, sliding his hand under the thin fabric.

  My breath grew shallow as he teased my slit.

  He dipped his fingers in me a little, causing my pussy to clench around him, and I thought he’d mo
ve in slow—or with fewer fingers—but he stretched me wide and reached so deep my mouth fell open as I gasped for breath.

  He laughed again like he was playing with me, stirring my insides as I arched my back towards him.

  “It’s beautiful the way you blush all over,” he said, hitting me so deep I felt lightheaded.

  “You’re gonna make me come,” I breathed, not quite sure if I said it out loud.

  He pulled his fingers from me and smeared wet silk across my stomach. “Lift your hips,” he said, sliding my panties down my legs.

  Despite how self-conscious I felt that he could see all of me and I couldn’t see anything, I squeezed my eyes shut and did as he asked. As soon as I raised my hips, he shoved a pillow under me and threw my legs over his shoulders so I sank back down on it.

  The room was silent apart from my wavering breath. And just when I thought he’d changed his mind, the tip of his tongue traced my swollen bud.

  I melted into his bed as he applied more pressure, causing a desperate moan to escape my throat.

  His enthusiasm only seemed to increase with every noise I made, and soon I could hear his tongue splashing against my wetness as he licked my buzzing clit.

  “Oh, Luke. Don’t stop.”

  He slid his fingers inside me again, making my body temperature jump even higher.

  I bit my lip as the heat in my core pooled around his fingers and flowed towards the growls rumbling up his throat. “I’m going to come for you,” I said, pressing my head deeper into the pillow.

  As soon as my body jerked, he pulled his fingers from me and planted his mouth over my pussy, scooping me out so greedily I thought I might never stop coming.

  “Fuck me,” I said, gasping for breath as my writhing body came to a stop.

  He dragged his mouth against my inner thigh, crawled over my panting body, and slid my glasses back on me.

  I blinked up at his handsome face.

  He smiled. “You taste like pumpkin ravioli.”

  “I do not.”

  “You’re right,” he said, leaning down to kiss me with his warm lips. “You taste better.”

  “That was amazing. You are a man of many talents.”

  His eyebrows flashed. “Feel free to put that in the article.”

  “I hope you aren’t just buttering me up so I say nice things about you.”

  “Make sure you give my tongue a special mention,” he said. “I’m so sick of my hands getting all the attention.”

  “Very funny.”

  He rolled onto his side and reached up to untie the sleeves of his shirt.

  I lowered my arms and flipped his shirt closed.

  He pulled it open again.

  I turned my head towards him. “I think you’ve had a good enough look.”

  “Never.”

  I rolled my eyes.

  “Can I make you a drink?” he asked.

  “Please,” I said, sitting up and noticing for the first time how much I was swimming in his shirt. When I looked up again, I found myself staring at his perfectly perky ass, which I admired for an indulgent amount of time before letting my eyes appreciate the medley of muscles in his back. I’d never seen such a fine physical specimen, and frankly, if I hadn’t been so high from my bed-shaking orgasm, it might’ve made me self-conscious.

  “I don’t know how to tell you this,” he said, sitting back on the bed with a drink in each hand. “But I’ve got bad news.”

  My face dropped. “What?”

  “I don’t want to be friends with you anymore.”

  “Thank God,” I said, taking one of the drinks. “I was just trying to figure out how I could break the same news to you.”

  He raised his glass. “To the end of what could only be described as an extremely unfulfilling friendship.”

  I clinked my whiskey against his. “May it rest in peace.”

  E I G H T E E N

  - Luke -

  We talked all night.

  Maybe more would’ve happened if my roommate hadn’t shown up with his shitfaced friends, but she stayed anyway, laughing, running her fingers through my hair, and giving me deep whiskey kisses.

  Getting sprung on her was the last thing I should’ve let myself do, but I couldn’t keep my walls up. Her company made me feel so calm, so steady. So strong.

  I was actually disappointed when morning came, especially when I saw how angelic she looked sleeping in my bed, her round cheek crushed against my pillow as her messy hair framed her face. And when my mind flashed back to the way her hazel eyes widened when she first saw my dick, to the way her dark lips felt around it, I realized that she was the perfect balance between naughty and nice.

  I slipped quietly out of bed and put some sweats on. As much as I wanted to keep holding her warm body in my arms, I knew the rumbling in my stomach would wake her before too long, and I thought she might stay a while longer if I could offer her some breakfast when that happened.

  I could hear my roommate snoring through his door as I tiptoed through the disaster area created by his impromptu after-party, and when I returned fifteen minutes later, Rosie was sitting up in bed wearing nothing but her glasses.

  “Good morning,” I said, quietly closing the door behind me.

  “Morning.”

  “Have you been up long?” I asked, noticing a few pillow creases on her left cheek.

  She covered her mouth as a yawn escaped. “You didn’t have to go for breakfast.”

  “I did, actually,” I said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have had anything to offer you besides a protein shake and a PowerBar.”

  She scrunched her face. “PowerBars are gross.”

  “You’d be surprised how good they taste in comparison to the shake.”

  She sat up a little more before retucking my blue sheets under her armpits.

  “I didn’t know if you’d want coffee or orange juice, so I got both.”

  She smiled.

  “And I got a few different kinds of bagels, so you can have your pick.”

  “What are my choices?” she asked.

  I opened the paper bag and peered inside. “Plain, everything, blueberry, sesame seed—”

  “Oh, definitely sesame seed.”

  “Coming right up,” I said, pulling it out of the bag and handing it to her with some napkins.

  “The seeds are good for your liver.”

  “Is that so?”

  “It is,” she said. “And mine could use some TLC after that whiskey feed.”

  I glanced at the bottle on the floor. “We made a pretty good dent in my stash all right.”

  “And you weren’t even sloppy,” she said, suppressing a smile.

  “Cream cheese?” I asked, pulling some packets from the bag.

  “Please,” she said, tearing one open and squeezing a dollop onto her next bite.

  I found the enthusiasm with which she ate endearing.

  “What?” she asked when she noticed I was watching her chew.

  I dragged a finger across her dimple, where a blob of cream cheese was holding on for dear life.

  She swallowed. “Oh, that’s attractive,” she said, wiping a napkin down her face.

  “What are your plans for the day?” I asked, pulling the plain bagel out for myself.

  “Hmm.” She licked her lips. “I’ll probably spend at least a few hours doodling your name this afternoon.”

  I smiled. “Last night was that good for you, was it?”

  “Would it go to your head if I said it was the best night I’ve had in my entire college career?”

  “It might.”

  “Right,” she said. “In that case, forget I said anything.”

  “Of course.”

  “Also, I know I should’ve asked sooner, but are you one of those guys who kisses and tells to all his teammates? Because I’m not really interested in being a notch on your bedpost.”

  “Then you sent me all the wrong signals last night because I�
��ve been doing nothing but plotting how to get your notch since I woke up.”

  She tilted her head. “Seriously, Luke.”

  “Seriously, the last thing I would ever do is disrespect you, Rosie. You should know that by now.”

  “What do you mean by now?”

  “I mean that if I were interested in slandering your character, I would’ve done it when you ran against me for chairman of the Parking Lot Cleanup Club senior year.”

  “That would’ve been unsportsmanlike,” she said. “Besides, you won anyway.”

  “You should’ve gotten it, though.”

  “No shit,” she said.

  “I only went for it because I needed something besides football to put on my college apps.”

  “I figured as much,” she said. “Though I’m not sure how you would’ve defamed my character. I wasn’t exactly controversial.”

  “I’m sure I could’ve dug up something on you,” I said. “Even if I had to sleep with you to get it.”

  “I wouldn’t have slept with you back then.”

  “No?”

  She shook her head.

  “Why not?”

  “Because I found you intimidating, for one thing.”

  I narrowed my eyes at her.

  “Plus, you were such a slut junior year.”

  I wished I could argue, but she was right. At the time, I was willing to do anything that might distract me from the shit I was dealing with at home, and sex proved more socially acceptable than fighting or drugs. But that was no excuse for my behavior, which I was far from proud of. “I was kind of a mess then.”

  “I still had a soft spot for you, but you were too unpredictable for me.”

  “And now?” I asked.

  “What about now?”

  I angled my body towards her. “Are you too intimidated to sleep with me now?”

  “Can I finish my bagel first?”

  My eyes grew wide.

  “That was a joke,” she said. “I think I have enough to process after last night.”

  “I’ll consider it a victory that the thought has crossed your mind.”

  She blushed and looked down at her bagel.

  “Because it’s definitely crossed mine.”