Out of Bounds: A Quick Snap Novella

by Mary B. Moore

  Not stopping what he was doing, he moved the hand not working my nipple down my side, and then brought it back up, dragging the hem of my tank top with it until it was gathered under my neck.

  “If we don’t stop now, this is going to go a lot further. Do you want that?” he rasped, his eyes slowly lowering to my bra covered breasts.

  “I want it more than I’ve always wanted to be a mermaid,” I admitted, and seeing as how I’d told him in great detail how much I wanted to be one while we were at the Aquarium—my exact words being ‘more than I wanted to breathe oxygen’—he knew I was serious.

  Looking back up at me, he nodded once, and then lowered his mouth to my nipple, not moving my bra away first, and sucked deeply, maintaining eye contact throughout.

  My initial reaction was to throw my head back and groan, but there was something incredibly intimate about looking in his eyes and watching his pupils dilate while he did it, his cheeks hollowing with the force of the suction, so I didn’t even blink.

  Moving over to the neglected one, he repeated the move while he finally pulled the lace of my bra down until it was under my other breast, baring the hard tip to the air, and then pinching it slightly between his thumb and forefinger. Unable to stop myself, my head finally fell back, and a loud moan came out of me.

  I’d pushed my hand under his jeans and the waistband of his underwear while he was doing this, and now had a handful of the muscular butt cheek I’d discovered earlier. It felt even better without the barrier, so good in fact that I couldn’t stop my legs from wrapping around his waist and then using my hold to grind up into him.

  He suddenly sat up, bringing me with him, and in the next breath my bra was gone, and my tank top was being pulled over my head. As soon as he had it clear of my hair, he reached over his own head and pulled his t-shirt up in one smooth move and threw it on the floor beside us.

  The next few moments involved a flurry of limbs as we undressed each other, but then I had his bare chest pressed against my own as he lowered me back down.

  The only time he’d shown any hesitation was when he’d pulled my leggings over my feet, while he made sure they didn’t pull at the injuries on them.

  Now, he was a man on a mission, and I was the lucky mission.

  Cupping both breasts in his hands, he grunted as he gauged how they fit into his palms. “It’s like they were made perfectly for them.”

  Looking down, I watched as he lightly pinched my nipples between his fingers as he hefted their weight in the cups his hands were making.

  The contrast between the pale skin of my breast and the tanned skin of his hands was beautiful. What felt beautiful, too, was the slightly rough skin on his palms from playing football as it rubbed on my sensitive flesh.

  Dragging my hands down his sides, I felt all of the ridges and bumps of his muscles and did a mental comparison between us.

  Because I wasn’t that tall, I’d always had to watch my weight, but I wasn’t obsessive about it so I had curves. He was a foot taller than me and had honed his physique through grueling exercise and sport. I could feel somewhat self-conscious because of the differences, but instead it turned me on. He wanted me the way I was when he looked the way he did. That was a huge compliment, especially when Cam had always wanted me to look better.

  “I feel like I don’t have your attention on me,” Kip mumbled, kissing his way down my stomach. “I’ll have to do something to make that happen.”

  Then, without warning, his mouth was on me, gently skimming his tongue between my folds and then circling it around my clit.

  His hands tightened as I tried to shift my hips to get closer to his mouth, and I gasped out desperately, “You’ve got my attention.”

  Sucking agonizingly gently on the bundle of nerves, he muttered, “I don’t think I do, but I will.”

  I braced myself for a harder pull, but instead he moved back down, this time to my entrance, and dipped his tongue inside me. Nerves I didn’t even knew existed lit up, and again when I tried to arch into his mouth he stopped me, this time by pulling his head slightly away from me.

  “No,” I cried, looking down at him to show him how serious I was. “I promise, I’m paying attention.”

  Not answering—at least not with words—he lowered back down and firmly swiped his tongue upward, and when he got to my clit he sucked it hard. My hands moved from where they’d been gripping the cushions of the couch to his hair as I cried out, this time with pleasure.

  With his focus now on making me come, he gently pushed a thick finger inside me, using his right hand to hold me in place now. At the same time, he lightly bit down on my clit, and then began to flutter over it with his tongue.

  I could feel the release building inside me with each touch on the hard nub, but when he added another finger and began to rub at a spot inside me and then sucked harder than ever, I shattered. Pure and simple, my body exploded, and I cried out as I gripped his hair tighter and threw my head back. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before as I felt my channel spasm around his fingers.

  He didn’t let up once as I rode the wave, and then began to gentle his actions as I came back down again.

  “How…” I started, but my voice was scratchy, and I had to stop to clear my throat. “How did you do that?”

  “I have no idea. I’ve never seen anything like that in my life, but I’m about to do it again,” he promised as he reached down to pick his jeans up off the floor, and then pulled his wallet out of the back pocket.

  As I watched, he extracted a condom from it, ripped the foil package between his teeth, and then knelt on the couch and began to roll it down his length. That’s when I saw how big he was.

  “Um, I don’t think you’re going to fit.”

  “We’ll fit,” he promised, chuckling.

  “We could try the ‘lick it and stick it’ approach,” I suggested dubiously, only a tiny part of my brain actually worried about it when I should have probably been running away.

  Leaning over me, he braced himself on his left arm while he used his right hand to sweep the tip of his condom covered cock through my center, slickening himself even more with me.

  “If we need to, we can try that, but if your mouth gets anywhere near me right now, we won’t get to do what we’re about to. In fact, let’s not discuss your mouth and my penis at all right now.”

  Nodding, I pulled my legs up so that my thighs were almost touching my stomach and breathed out when I felt his tip lodge against my entrance. “I trust you.”

  Those three words were something huge to me. His profession, my past, how we’d met… they all had an impact on my ability to trust him, but somehow I did, and it was all because of him.

  His eyes flared at the words, and slowly he began to push inside me. “I’ll never give you a reason not to.”

  The words were unnecessary because I knew he wouldn’t, but I loved that he’d said them.

  After that, we both focused on his slow entry inside me. I knew that the restraint was costing him, but Kip wouldn’t ever hurt me, so he was taking that burden.

  Finally, after long moments of slow thrusts and withdrawals, I had his full length, and the fullness I felt was out of this world.

  Wiggling slightly to ease the pressure, I moved my legs to wrap them around his hips, inadvertently pulling him slightly deeper inside me. We’d already been pressed up tight to each other, but what I’d done didn’t leave any space at all.

  “Holy shit,” he rasped, his head falling down onto my shoulder. “It’s… you feel like a hot, tight fist squeezing the life out of me.”

  “You feel like a freaking log,” I joked, pressing my lips against the side of his neck gently and then groaning when he chuckled, making his cock jerk inside me. When he lifted his head back up, I whispered, “You can move now.”

  Bracing himself on his arms either side of my head, he kept eye contact as he slowly withdrew and then pushed back inside me.

  Even through the rub
ber I could feel every vein as he moved, but it was the tip rubbing along that secret spot from before that got me.

  Seeing that I was about to come again, he lowered his head and took my mouth in a kiss that stole my breath. Coinciding his thrusts with each flick of his tongue, he caught my groan in his mouth as I fell over the edge.

  Every muscle inside me tightened, heightening my orgasm as he pushed through the tight clasp around his shaft.

  “Holy shit,” he groaned, his thrusts speeding up, the force behind them increasing as much as the couch cushion would let him.

  With my cognitive functions coming back online, I tightened around him again, triggering his own orgasm and causing the steady thrusts from before to lose their tempo.

  On the fourth glide into me, he growled, and I felt him pulse into the condom as his muscles clenched tightly with the release.

  Finally, he stopped moving and his head fell down onto the cushion beside where mine was as he tried to catch his breath.

  Instead of the awkward feeling I normally had, all I could think was how amazing he felt inside me and how sad I was that he’d have to pull out soon. So, I said the only thing that conveyed that.

  “Let’s do that again.”

  Chapter 7

  Kip

  I was currently lying on my bed with Ashley panting on top of me, trying to catch my breath. I was still inside her and we were both sweaty with the amount of movement we’d just expended with each other.

  Since we’d come back from the Aquarium two days ago, we’d spent time getting to know each other, having sex, and eating, and I was beginning to wonder if I’d ever be able to let her go.

  Coach had called to say that the team had another week off while the players who’d caught the flu recovered, but according to Will sex didn’t count as cardio, so I was going to have to meet the rest of the team at the gym at some point.

  But I didn’t want to.

  It wasn’t that I’d fallen out of love with playing, it’s just that I’d fallen in love with Ashley. I now had two priorities that I was going to have to learn to juggle together.

  I just had to let go of her to be able to do it and function like a civilized human, and then plan for when football season started back up in September and I had to leave her for longer periods of time. I just didn’t want to right now.

  She was getting her stitches out in two days and would be able to go back to work, so I was giving myself those two days to come to terms with the fact I wasn’t going to be able to stay like this with her.

  Since our date, the only time apart we’d had was when she was making the bands for Liberty. So far, she’d made over a hundred of them, using elastic that had tiny beads in a rainbow already attached to them and adding a small orange ribbon charm that she’d found online. They were simple, but perfect.

  Two days was enough time, right?

  “What are you thinking about so hard?” she mumbled, rubbing her face sleepily on my chest.

  Wrapping my arms tightly around her, I answered without thinking. “About letting you go.”

  I didn’t realize what I’d said until I felt her tense up and she tried to move away from me.

  “I see. Well, if you give me five minutes to get my stuff together, I’ll help you out.”

  Refusing to loosen the grip I had on her, I held her in place. “What are you talking about? We have two days?”

  The expression on her face turned from hurt to pissed.

  “Excuse me? Two days? So, I’m not good enough to keep, but I’m good enough to have for a period of time that suits you?” she asked, using her arms to push her body away from me. “You’re an asshole.”

  Rolling us on the bed so that I was lying on top of her now, I gave her enough of my weight to hold her in place. “Will you settle down for a minute, that’s not what I meant.”

  “How can what you said mean anything else? It’s pretty specific,” she argued, pushing against my chest now. “I’m so stupid. I knew I shouldn’t get involved with you, but did I listen to my brain? No, and now look.”

  Placing my weight on my elbows, I caught her hands and pushed them so that they were either side of her head.

  “Listen to me,” I clipped, moving my face as close to hers as I dared to. “I didn’t mean it like you’re making out. What I meant was that I was trying to get my head around not being able to spend all my time with you once you get your stitches out.”

  Her struggling stopped and she stared at me in confusion. “What?”

  “I like being with you. I like this,” I wiggled our joined hands. “Once your stitches are out, you’ll go back to work and I’ll have to meet the rest of the team at our gym and go back to normal life, and I’m not sure I can do it.”

  “You’re not sure you can go to the gym?”

  “No,” I replied slowly, “I’m not sure how to be away from you. Before, I only had to think about the gym and myself. Now I have you, and I want to include you in all of that. Right now you need me, but when you have the stitches out you won’t, and I don’t know how to go back to being just me without you.”

  That probably didn’t make a lick of sense, but I didn’t care.

  Her head tilted slightly as she watched me, thinking over what I’d said. “So, are you saying that you want there to be an us?”

  Her question made me pause. I’d thought we were an us, but what if she didn’t?

  “More than anything.” I told her honestly, and then asked, “Do you?”

  The smile that lit up her face soothed the nerves that were firing after her previous question. “More than anything,” she repeated. “I really like you, Kip Sutherland.”

  Dipping my head down to kiss her, I whispered, “I really like you, too, Ashley Wilkes. But if I see you in a Sounders top, I’m burning it.”

  That was how our situation had started this time, after she’d come into my bedroom wearing one of Hayden’s team shirts. I’d lunged at her, pulled it over her head and then seen that she was naked underneath it. The shirt was now somewhere in my garden after being thrown out of the window while I was walking us to my bed, with Ashley over my shoulder laughing her head off.

  Remembering the feel of her nipples rubbing against my arm as her bare pussy rubbed my chest, I slid back into her grinning widely. We’d dispensed with condoms this morning after having ‘the talk’, something I’d never gone without, and if I thought she felt good before, nothing could compare to how she felt without the barrier between us.

  “Next time, we’ll put you in one of my shirts.”

  “Want me to wear it to your next game?” she moaned, grinding up into me as I pushed slowly but firmly into her.

  “That’s not until September.”

  “Then I’ll do it in September,” she promised, wrapping her legs tightly around my hips and digging her heels into my ass. “Naked.”

  Speeding up my thrusts, I moved my mouth down to catch one of her nipples. “The hell you will.”

  The thought of her doing it excited me, but I’d never be able to focus if I knew she was naked under my jersey while I was playing. And what if she flashed someone? Hell no.

  Never one to give in, she growled, “Watch me.”

  Adding power into my thrusts, I distracted us both before we could get into an argument about it. With any luck, she’d forget about it completely.

  I was an hour into my workout when Will, Stan and Reece came to stand beside the bench I was lifting weights on.

  It didn’t take a genius to see that I was in a shitty mood, but when Will asked, “Have you spoken to a lawyer?” I almost dropped the weights onto my neck.

  Fortunately, Stan caught them before any damage was done.

  Sitting up, I grabbed my towel and wiped my face. “What are you talking about? What do I need a lawyer for?”

  Moving so they were in front of me, Reece asked incredulously, “You’re not going to do anything about it?”

  Racking my brains to figure out what th
ey were talking about, I drew a blank.

  “The article,” Will explained slowly as he pulled his phone out of the pocket of his workout shorts and showed me the screen.

  Taking it, I skimmed the article, my shitty mood getting even shittier as I read it.

  Missy had apparently sold a story to a gossip magazine, a kiss and tell about our relationship together. Like that wasn’t bad enough, she’d then gotten Cam to do the same about Ashley. I didn’t care about the lies she told about me, they were easily proven wrong, but I fucking hated reading the intimate things Cam had to say about Ash.

  Pulling my own phone out, I rang the team’s lawyer, Rajesh, and sent a text to our PR rep, Riley, while I waited to be put through to him. By the time I was done, the measly amount of money they’d gotten for this shit would taste as bitter as their lies.

  I was only five minutes into my conversation with the lawyer when Ashley burst through the doors of the gym and ran across the room into my arms, crying her eyes out before she threw up in the trash can next to where we were standing.

  That bitter taste just got worse for them. Before I was pissed, now I was a man protecting his woman—and no one made her cry until she was throwing up.

  Meeting the rest of the team’s eyes, I let them see the anger I was feeling, something that shocked them given that I was the easy going one on the team. One by one, they all nodded, showing me their support.

  Cam and Missy might have the attention of any gossip loving members of the public, but I had something more powerful—my brothers.

  My phone buzzed in my hand, and when I looked at the screen a dirty grin grew on my face.

  Apparently I also not only had her brother and his team, but I had her father’s, too.

  Chapter 8

  Ashley

  I was so caught up in my thoughts—the humiliation and devastation at what Cam had told thousands of readers about our supposed sex life—that I didn’t realize we’d pulled up in front of Hayden’s house until I opened the door to get out.