Hothead (Irresistible Book 4)

by Stella Rhys

  The gravel in his voice shot straight between my thighs. Suddenly, I recognized the sheer proximity of my hands to his cock, and it made me bite my lip. Clearing my throat, I tried distracting myself with an unpleasant subject.

  “Well, just because Mike gave me good advice before doesn’t mean he’s got a lifetime pass. He’s still an asshole who – oh shit!”

  My sharp gasp jolted Drew, and I caught a half second of his confusion before scrambling to my laptop and trying to remember if I’d actually hit enter.

  Before Drew came home, I had been seething over Mike’s Facebook post. I’d written that dirty, snappy comment just to blow off steam and make myself laugh, but I hadn’t actually hit enter.

  Right? I would never, I told myself just as I hit the space bar, woke up my laptop and stared at a good thirty-six notifications staring at me at the top of the page.

  “Oh God,” I breathed as I realized that I would never did not actually apply, because apparently, I very much would. My eyes were wild as I reread his post – Baltimore SPANKED NY tonight! There goes your big win streak Empires #sorrynotsorry #someoneisoverpaid #damyoureallyblewit – followed by my reply:

  Guess that means someone else is getting spanked tonight. Not that I mind ;) #loveit #heshotwhenhesmad

  Oh.

  My God, Evie.

  I had no other words for myself as I knelt in front of my screen, hands clasped over my mouth while taking in all the likes, loves, shocked emojis and sassy GIF replies under my insane comment – some of them from Mike’s own coworkers.

  Omigodomigodomigod.

  “What?”

  The second I heard Drew’s voice, I slammed my laptop shut.

  “Nothing!” I said, though when I turned around, Drew was sitting forward, as if he’d just been reading over my shoulder. I squinted at him. I knew he’d looked, but I couldn’t tell if he’d read everything on my screen, so I kept my narrowed eyes pinned to his vague smirk as I returned to massaging his legs. And after ten seconds of quiet, I concluded that he hadn’t seen a thing.

  But just to be safe, I kept his mouth shut by throwing myself into massaging the hell out of him, using all the strength in my body to push, rub and knead his thighs till I was breathless and he was growling from the pain.

  “Trying to hurt me, little girl?” he snarled.

  “I thought you said it hurt but felt good.”

  “Kind of like being spanked?”

  Oh God. My heart slammed in my chest. Okay, so he did see the comment, I breathed, trying to play it off and gather myself. But when it was clear that I wouldn’t, I looked up at him, cheeks burning.

  “That was clearly for show. Just to shut him up,” I said as amusement danced in his eyes.

  “So you have no interest in getting spanked.”

  “That clearly breaks our no-touching rule. I think we both know that.”

  “I could use a paddle to avoid actual contact.”

  “So… do you want me to finish this massage or do you want me to go to my room and ignore you till the end of time?”

  “Finish me off,” he smirked, breaking into a full grin when I whispered ass under my breath and returned to the massage.

  But at this point, it was impossible for me to rub my hands all over his body without wanting to combust into flames. Drew’s gaze was fixed tight on me as I avoided looking up, still breathless, my chest still heaving from using all my strength on him. Both physically and mentally, I was faltering, getting weak, and all I could do was remind myself that he’d get cold and frigid if we caved and had sex.

  Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it, I chanted on repeat. Don’t even look at him.

  But just as I thought the words, Drew reached into his sweats and grabbed his cock.

  16

  DREW

  There were a 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 make
s 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.

  17

  EVIE

  I’d fallen asleep at some point – specifically after touching myself under the sheets, coming with an uncontrolled moan and then passing out. But somewhere around 3AM, I woke up with a hangover. Not from drinking, since I hadn’t, but from being drunk off Drew Maddox.

  A shiver rippled up my spine as I relived the image of his clenching abs as he came.

  Holy shit. That happened, I thought, sitting groggily up in the dark of my room for a few seconds before getting up and going out in the hall. I peered over the railing to check if Drew was still downstairs where I left him, but when I saw the couch empty, I turned to look down the hall.

  His bedroom door was closed, but the light was on in his room, and I had to physically stop myself from going down the hall. I literally held onto my doorknob, anchoring myself down in case I floated off like a balloon to Drew’s room.

  I wanted to see him. I wanted to know what he was doing or thinking right this moment.

  But I was also scared to find out so, rather than cave to that need, I went back in my room, closed the door and climbed into bed. I closed my eyes, praying to fall asleep before I got sober enough to analyze what the fuck I’d just done tonight, and why the hell it was physically impossible for me to resist Drew Maddox.

  But when I heard him rustling in his room, my eyes shot open.

  I stared into the darkness as I lay on my side, holding my breath as I heard his bedroom door creak open, his bare footsteps coming down the hall. I was barely breathing by the time I heard him pass the stairs because all that was left past that point was my room.

  There was no knock before he opened the door, and the second he did our eyes quietly found each other.

  Our gaze stayed locked as his stride continued into my room without a moment’s hesitation. I caught the fact that he was still shirtless in those grey sweats before he closed the door, and it was pitch black again.

  I couldn’t see even the faintest bit of his silhouette as I heard him step toward the bed. Then I felt the sheets rip off my body.

  “Drew!” I gasped as he climbed on top of me and flipped me swiftly onto my stomach. My heart
pounded against the mattress as I felt him wedge a hand between my thighs and part my legs. “What are you doing?” I exhaled, already short of breath. My pussy throbbed out of control as I felt him pull down my panties. “Drew!”

  I could practically hear the smile curl his lips as he savored a few more seconds of my writhing breathlessness before answering.

  “I don’t do double standards. If you get to break the rule then so do I,” he said, holding my legs open by my ankles.

  My mouth hung wide open as I hugged my pillow tight. It was dark, I was on my stomach, and I couldn’t see a thing. All I knew was that my naked pussy was bared to Drew, and I had no idea what he was going to do with it.

  But whatever it was, I was already aching for it.

  I stared into the black of the room, my senses on high alert as I waited to feel something. A rolling shudder moved up my body as Drew pushed his hands up my calves and my thighs. There was no doubt in my mind that he was hard, but I wasn’t sure if his cock was out. I wasn’t sure if I was seconds from feeling it plunge inside me. I waited to hear maybe the crinkle of a condom wrapper but all I heard was my own heartbeat and the sharpness of my choppy breaths.

  The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I felt Drew’s weight shift on the mattress.

  Then suddenly, I felt the warm flick of his tongue on my pussy.

  “Oh God.” I dug my fingers into my pillow and squirmed, but he pinned me down by the backs of my thighs, holding me perfectly still so his tongue could part my folds and lick up my wet pussy.

  Oh… fuck. Yes. Fuck yes.

  My thighs tensed but barely a squeak escaped my mouth, the shock and pleasure of it all paralyzing me completely stiff. I was at the mercy of Drew’s mouth as he continued his gentle assault on my nerves, rolling his tongue against me, pulsing it skillfully, till I could hear my own wetness smacking against his mouth. He let out a low, leisurely groan as if I were his favorite meal, and as I relaxed enough to feel my grogginess again, I wondered if I was dreaming.