End Game_Bellevue Bullies Series

by Toni Aleo

  My dad was such a romantic. There wasn’t a day that passed where I didn’t hear him tell my mom he loved her or that she was beautiful. Even Shea is a charming and over-the-top guy. He is completely caught up in Aunt Elli, and I think watching the two of them, I’ve learned a lot. But is it enough to ruin Sofia for the rest of the male gender?

  Why the fuck did I say that to her?

  I’m such an arrogant idiot.

  “Oh my God! I can hear y’all sucking face.”

  I pull back as Sofia grins over at me, her face deepening with color. As she hides her face in my neck, I press my chin to her head. “Sorry.”

  “Ugh, whatever,” Amelia groans, getting out of bed. She’s as dramatic as usual. “I’m leaving.”

  I turn to look at her. Bless her, but she is not an elegant sleeper. She sleeps hard, and she wakes up looking like it. Her hair is a rat’s nest, and her PJs are wrinkled to shit. Her face is red with sleep, and I’m pretty sure I see a drool trail from her mouth to her jaw. While I want to laugh at her, I do feel bad for waking her. “I’m sorry. Do you want me to leave?”

  She glares, but I don’t pay her any attention, not when Sofia steals all of it. Her grip on me tightens, and I swear I hear her whisper “no.” I didn’t expect it, and it leaves me feeling as if I’m still flying high. Amelia is pulling her bedding off the bed when I glance back to her. “Really, I’ll go.”

  She shakes her head. “No, I refuse to be a cockblocker. Lord knows, Sofia needs to get laid.”

  “Hey!”

  She shrugs her shoulders. “There is protection in the nightstand.”

  “Ew,” I say as the door slams shut, and I’m met with Sofia’s giggles. “I wouldn’t use her protection. I have my own.”

  Sofia snorts. “She’s been sort of bitchy all day. The last couple days, actually.”

  I meet her gaze, wanting to forget my sister altogether. I run my fingers along her jaw, cupping her face. “Really?”

  “Yeah, it’s weird. Like when I said you’d bring Moon tomorrow, she wasn’t even excited. She just said ‘Whatever’ and left it at that, which is odd.”

  “It is,” I agree.

  “Then she’s been on the phone with Drew a lot, but she hasn’t really told me anything, not that I would tell you anyway.”

  My eyes narrow. “You wouldn’t?”

  “No, she’s my best friend.”

  “But you’re talking about her now.”

  “It’s superficial, and I told her she was being a bitch. She threw a pillow at me and told me I don’t know her life. Dramatic, as always.”

  I scoff. “Sounds about right.”

  “But something is off. I’ll keep an eye on it.”

  “And not tell me a thing?” I ask, and she nods.

  “Exactly.”

  Oh, Sofia drives me crazy. Capturing her mouth with mine, I run my tongue along her lips, deepening the kiss. Her lips feel so innocent, so pure, and I guess that’s true. She has a heart that’s never been broken, and I’ll never in my life do that to her. When this ends—and like all college romances, it will—we’ll end on good terms. I don’t think I’ll ever be the same, though. Maybe she’ll come back to me. After she lives a little, sows her oats.

  Okay, time to stop thinking about that.

  When she moves her leg up, hooking it on my hip, there is no controlling my cock. I’m hard as a rock. Hell, my whole body is taut, and my breathing is ragged. I kiss down her jaw, licking and kissing her sweet-smelling skin. A soft purr leaves her plump lips. She squeezes my hip with her leg, bringing me in closer, and it sends my whole body into fits. I’m going to die. I feel it, but I don’t care as long as it’s her doing. She runs her nails down my arms as I press my hands into the small of her back, scooting her closer just as I reach her chest. Dipping my tongue into the valley between her breasts, I’m about to lose it. But out of nowhere, she freezes up on me.

  I pull back, gasping for breath as I let out a chuckle. “I’m going to die.”

  When I open my eyes, she’s smiling, but it’s forced. All her teeth are showing, and her eyes are so wide, I see the whites of her eyes. “I’m really sorry,” she murmurs.

  I’m grinning. She’s so sweet. “It’s okay.”

  “No, wait,” she says, and then she tilts her hips. God help me, my cock is going to explode. Her eyes widen more if that’s possible before she whispers, “Is that your dick?”

  “Yeah,” I somehow get out, and her mouth slams shut. She blinks, and I smile to keep from crying, but then we’re both laughing. It’s silly, and some may call us stupid, but she is amazing. Wrapping my arms around her neck, I pull her in closer, kissing her top lip. “Did it scare you?”

  “Shut it. It surprised me is all.”

  I press my nose to hers, staring into her dancing eyes. “You have seen a cock, right?”

  Her lips curve and she snorts. “No.”

  “Seriously?” I ask, and she shakes her head, her nose moving against mine.

  “No. I mean, I’ve seen pictures, but never in real life.”

  I swallow. “Has anyone touched your pussy before?”

  She gives me a disgruntled look. “Can we use nicer names please?”

  I raise a brow at her. “So you want me to use peepee and coocoo?”

  Her head falls back as her laughter fills the room. Soon I join in with her, because honestly, I can’t handle her. Her laughter is music to my ears. Her body is a wonderland that has never opened for anyone but me. Her heart is unscathed and pure. I want it all.

  Capturing her mouth, I swallow her laughs as I kiss her. The tip of her tongue is moving with mine, and I need more before I lose my ever-loving mind.

  When she pulls back, she eyes me despite my protest. “No, but cock and pussy are so dirty.”

  “Well, sometimes sex is dirty.”

  Her eyes darken. “Do you like it dirty?”

  I take in a deep breath at the sound of that sweet mouth saying that. Her low voice and those eyes of pure innocence have my cock throbbing and begging to be released. Fuck, I want the layers of clothes between us gone, and I want to bury myself deep inside her. But I am a gentleman, or at least, I’m trying really hard to be.

  No one truly knows how hard that is with Sofia’s leg hooked over my hip, her warm pussy tantalizing my impatient cock, and her eyes burning into mine.

  The myth of blue balls killing a guy comes to mind, and I’m curious if maybe they were onto something.

  When she starts laughing, I close my eyes. With my voice low and dangerous, I bite out, “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me.”

  Her laughter dies out. “What?”

  “Everything you do is sexy, Sofia. You drive me wild,” I say roughly, my breathing out of control. Reaching for her hand, I bring it between us, kissing her palm.

  “I don’t mean to.”

  “You do,” I inform her, and her eyes widen. “You love it.”

  Her lips part. So beautiful. I kiss her palm once more, my eyes pleading with hers to trust me before I move her hand between us. When she realizes what I’m doing, she hesitates for a second, but I urge her on. “It won’t hurt you.”

  “That’s up for debate,” she says quickly, and I smile.

  “I won’t let anything hurt you.”

  Her eyes glaze over as she takes in a deep breath. I press her hand to my cock, wanting her to feel every single inch of me. “Explore me.”

  She swallows hard, her eyes never leaving mine as my hand comes to her hip. Yet, she doesn’t move; she keeps her gaze on mine. “Do you want to touch me?”

  I stutter, “God, yes.”

  “Oh.”

  “But you go first.”

  “Or we can go together.”

  I swallow so loudly that her lips tilt, our gazes staying locked. My hand shakes as I move it down her rib cage to cup her breast in my hand. She doesn’t have much, and it isn’t squishy like most girls. Hers are thick and heavy, mouthwatering. Her breath
catches as I move my finger and thumb to her hard peak. I squeeze her nipple through her thin tee, and her tongue comes out to wet her lips, making me shake with anticipation. Her nipple is so hard under my thumb, and I want to see it. I push the covers off us to our waists with my other hand, my thumb still moving, and seeing it does nothing to calm my heart.

  It’s beating out of my chest.

  Or so I thought.

  When she moves her fingers along the length of me through my Assassins’ trainer track pants, breathing isn’t optional. She’s gentle, full of caution. I lean toward her, pressing my forehead into hers.

  “Watch,” I whisper against her lips.

  She takes a deep breath before bringing her lip between her teeth, averting her eyes down between us. I watch her face as it changes from apprehension to curiosity. When her other hand moves between us, pulling the waistband of my pants toward her, I hold my breath.

  “Oh.”

  Oh.

  Not oh fuck or oh my or even oh God. Nope, just oh. Not really what you want to hear a girl say when she sees your cock for the first time. But hey, it’s her first cock. She glances up at me, her eyes wide and full of terror, and I send her a calming smile.

  “Touch it,” I urge her, and Jesus, my voice sounds so strained.

  Her jaw ticks, and I swear I can feel her heartbeat shaking the bed as she moves her forefinger along the shaft of my dick. She circles her finger around the tip of it, and her mouth parts in awe.

  Fuck, she’s absolutely stunning.

  When she takes ahold of me, she widens her eyes. “It’s thick,” she comments, not to me, more to herself. “And this is how you jack someone off, right?” Before she even finishes the sentence, she’s moving her strong hand up and down, like she’s been doing this her whole life.

  I almost come out of my skin. “Whoa, pump the brakes, sweetheart.”

  I still her hand as her gaze shoots to mine. “Was that wrong?”

  “Oh no, no, no,” I somehow get out, trying to slow my heart. “That was very right.”

  “Then why did you stop me?”

  “Because I don’t want to embarrass myself.”

  She squints. “What do you mean?”

  “I’m two seconds from coming all over these pants, and I don’t think I get another pair, so I’m gonna save that for later.”

  When she figures out what I’m saying, her face lights up. “I was gonna make you come,” she says proudly.

  I chuckle, my heart in my throat. “Sofia, you can make me come by looking at me.”

  She draws in a sharp breath. “Oh.”

  “Yeah,” I say as I take a handful of her ass. “Have you come before?”

  I can see her bite the inside of her cheek. “No. But I was told by one of the girls I used to do gymnastics with that if you split the beam just right, you can get off.”

  I try not to laugh. “Really? Did you?”

  “No!” she exclaims, shaking her head. “Every time I slammed m-m-my pussy against it, I cried like a bitch.”

  I laugh out loud. “Well, that makes sense.”

  Then she gives me a serious look. “You aren’t supposed to cry, right?”

  I shake my head, holding in my laughter. “Not at all.”

  “Oh, okay.”

  “Wait, you haven’t touched yourself?”

  She shrugs shyly, looking down at my chest as she moves her hands under my chin. “I mean, I have, but I always felt stupid.”

  “Why? You should enjoy it. Love the feel of your beautiful and sexy body. I do it all the time.”

  She snorts. “You’re a dude. You’re supposed to, or you’ll explode.”

  I smile when she looks up at me. “I haven’t exploded yet.” When I waggle my brows at her, she giggles as she leans into me. Damn it, she feels so nice. I kiss her temple, inhaling her sweet smell. It’s more apples I smell today, and I desperately want her. “Let me touch you,” I say gruffly against her hair.

  She doesn’t look at me. Her fingers grip the front of my shirt as she whispers, “Yes.”

  I stroke my hand along her neck, cupping her jaw before tipping it back so I can look into her sweet eyes. She’s terrified, but I also see the lust swirling in those depths. My other hand moves from her ribs, down her stomach, to the thin shorts she wears. I push them over her hips, and she slides them down her thighs. I can’t see much, which is absolutely depressing. But then, I’m about to touch her sweet pussy. My hand is shaking like it’s below freezing in here, yet I’m burning from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.

  I run my finger along her thighs, and she pulls in a deep breath, her eyes burning into mine. She’s scared. “It’s okay.”

  She nods, her mouth parting as I run two fingers up her bare and wet lips.

  “Holy fuck.” Her eyes widen, dread filling her features, so I quickly flash her a grin. “That’s a real good holy fuck,” I inform her as I run my fingers along her slit. “You shave.”

  She nods like it’s nothing. “I have to. I wear a leo.”

  But none of that matters when I move my fingers between her thick lips. She breathes heavily as I take in my own deep breath, begging myself to keep it together. Her eyes meet mine when I find her clit. From this moment on, I know I’m not going to make it. A soft moan leaves her throat, but I can’t hear it well over the knock of my heart against my ribs. I find the perfect rhythm with my fingers on her clit, one that has her squirming, and her head falls back as she moans ever so loudly.

  I take her mouth with mine, kissing the stuffing out of her as I move my fingers against her taut nub. Her body leans into mine, her hips tilting up to my hand, and everything inside me is exploding. Her fingers bite into my biceps while she presses her lips hard to mine, crying out against my mouth as she goes still. Her clit is pulsating against my fingers, and when she jerks away from my hand, I open my mouth to bring in much-needed air.

  She came.

  Holy fuck.

  I’ve seen brides at an endless number of weddings. I’ve seen pretty girls, and I’ve been with them. I’ve held the most precious babies, and I’ve scored some sick-ass, gorgeous goals. I’ve also seen others score unbelievable goals, but nothing comes close to the beauty of Sofia coming on my hand.

  It is the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen.

  “Oh God,” she gasps, her nails still digging into my skin. “Oh my God.”

  Her body trembles, her thighs squeezing together as she gasps in deep breaths, letting them out in a whoosh.

  I close my eyes, trying to catch my breath too. “Are you okay?” I ask, and I curse myself for not rubbing one out before I came here. I should have known! Hot girl, me, her bed. Things were bound to get hot. We’ve been lusting after each other for weeks.

  She nods, her lips moving against mine. “So good,” she whispers. “That was… Oh God.”

  I nibble at her swollen bottom lip. “Really fucking hot.”

  Her eyes open, and she sends me a grin. “Really?”

  My heart, it’ll never be the same. I lean my nose to hers. “Sofia, really. You’re a dream.”

  Her lashes… I think she flutters them at me. “Ryan,” she says airily.

  I hold my breath. “Yeah?”

  “You’re really amazing. Thank you.”

  “Don’t thank me, but if you have any idea how to get come out of track pants, I’d be thankful.”

  “No…”

  “Yup.”

  She fights back a grin. “Not something you can ask your mom, huh?”

  My face breaks into a huge grin. “No, but you owe me new pants.”

  “Done.”

  Her lips curve up, and I can’t take it, I seize them.

  This girl just changed the game. She doesn’t even realize that the way she’s playing, she’s playing to win.

  And I’m pretty sure that means I’ll lose.

  Lose her.

  But I kiss her.

  Again and again and again.

  C
hapter Twenty-Seven

  Sofia

  There is something about having your first orgasm.

  Getting off wasn’t that important to me for most of my life so far. I didn’t believe the hype. It all sounded way too good to be true. While I didn’t see rainbows and unicorns, I did see a lot of stars. I felt like my body was exploding, and today, I’m all relaxed. The sensation is overwhelming, almost like I have been tense for what seems like forever. I have a little grin on my face every time I think of what happened in that bed, and I can’t stop thinking about Ryan.

  So, for me, my first orgasm was simply amazing.

  And it was all because of Ryan.

  He was so gentle, and he went at my pace. I was so scared to touch him, to see him, but now that I’ve done it, I don’t regret anything. And boy, do I want more. With this first orgasm of mine, it’s like landing a double back tuck with a triple twist without tearing or breaking anything. It’s pure satisfaction. While I’ve never truly landed that skill, I’m sure this is how I would have felt. That being said, I’m completely ready to toss this card of mine out the window.

  I feel like it’s just weighing me down now. It’s unneeded and is scaring me for no reason. Ryan wouldn’t hurt me. Amelia, God bless her, she knew. She told me he would be good for me, and at first, I resisted her like crazy. I fought her, I fought my feelings, and I fought Ryan. And now, I wish I could go back and redo it all.

  I just want to be with him.

  Leaning against the ledge at the back of the party, I’m killing time while we wait for the next event to start. That first party was a blur. We were running like kids in a toy shop with little direction since the lead server didn’t show up. We made it through, but man, it was rough, and now my feet hurt. I didn’t even get to talk to Amelia. We were both just getting stuff done.