Chapter 38

thirty-eight

ISLA

The next week goes by in a blur of sex and sweet moments. Maddox and I spend as much time together as possible because once the season starts next week, it won't be as simple as shooting off a text that says come over . I'm trying not to think about him being states away, but the impending change in our new routine worries me. How can it not?

Maddox takes me out on dates whenever our schedules allow. Sometimes it's a romantic dinner or something silly and fun, like laser tag. But sometimes we hole up at one of our apartments and spend hours naked, learning each other's bodies.

Today is a naked day. It's Sunday and our last weekend day of the off-season. On Wednesday, the Rogues hop in a plane and travel to Seattle for their first preseason game against the Seattle Leviathans. Maddox has already given me two orgasms with his talented mouth, and as I lie on my back, coming down from the second, I know what I want to do.

I want to give him a blow job. A real one. Like a suck-his-giant-dick-to-the-back-of-my-throat one.

Pushing up onto my elbows, I watch Maddox wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. He gives me a salacious grin that makes my stomach flip. How can he give me two orgasms in half an hour and still turn me on? "Do you remember the other day when I started telling you about my issue with blow jobs?"

That salacious grin twists into something curious. Maddox scoots closer to me and pulls my naked body into his lap so I'm straddling him. His cock juts up between us and I can't help grinding against the length of it. Groaning, he presses his forehead to mine. "Kind of hard to listen to you when you're doing that, Short-Stack."

"Sorry," I say. I'm not, though. Not really. But I am stalling. "Right. So, my history with blow jobs is… Well, not great." Maddox lifts one eyebrow but doesn't interrupt me, so I continue. "The first time I ever tried to give my high school boyfriend head, I kinda puked all over his dick."

Maddox is silent for a beat, and then his laughter fills his bedroom. "Oh, baby, no. Really?"

Cheeks flaming, I nod. "Unfortunately. I have an overactive gag reflex. For a while, I was really stressed during grad school and I'd been grinding my teeth at night. I couldn't even wear a mouth guard, because just holding it in my mouth was enough to have me gagging. And it wasn't anywhere near my throat."

Long, strong fingers stroke softly over my shoulders and back, encouraging me to continue with my story. Even if they weren't, it's too late to turn back now. The humiliation train has already pulled out of the station.

"Anyway. My best friends have always been more worldly than me. So, of course, when I got my first serious high school boyfriend, I went to them for advice on how to give good head. Because Brad Johnson was one of the hottest guys in school, and he wanted me. I had to prove I would be the best girlfriend ever."

Maddox's brow rises, but he stays silent. He just watches me with those rich, earthen eyes. His lips twitch like he's holding back a smile, but other than that, he's utterly still.

"Anyway. They showed me a couple of pornos where the girl let the guy shove his penis into her throat, and told me it felt weird to do it, but that guys loved being deep-throated." I suck in a breath, remembering how nervous I'd been that day. "So the next time Brad and I were alone in his parents' basement, I went for it. No one else was home, so I could really go to town and do my best imitation of the porn stars we'd studied."

"Oh no," Maddox murmurs.

I wince. "Oh, yes. Brad was all for it, obviously. I don't know many teenage guys that wouldn't be. Of course, I didn't tell him I'd never gone down on a guy before. I just sucked on him a few times before looking up at him and asking if he wanted me to take him deeper. I thought I was being so sexy and worldly, you know?"

He'd taken my top off and stripped down to nothing but his boxers, which were down around his ankles. I felt powerful and sexy as I leaned down over Brad's dick. "Unfortunately, Brad got a little too excited, and instead of letting me work around him at my own pace, he ended up bucking his hips and shoving his penis down my throat before I was ready. And then I puked. I puked all over his dick, his lap, and his parents' leather couch."

Maddox winces, but he doesn't laugh. His eyes fill with sympathy. "What happened?"

"He broke up with me," I say with a shrug. "It was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life."

"Wow," Maddox says as he hugs me to his naked chest. "I'm sorry, baby. That sounds horrible."

"Not my finest moment," I agree. "I've been too scared to really attempt a full-blown blow job ever since then. Normally, I could half-ass it well enough. But you…" Maddox is so much bigger than anyone I've ever been with.

"Me what?" he asks with a devious grin. He knows what I'm not saying, but he wants me to speak the words. Cocky bastard.

"You're not small. At all. And you're like a master at oral. I want to return the favor."

He laughs at that. Long, loud, and unrestrained. It shakes us both as he holds me. "Sweetheart, I don't need you to return the favor."

That has me raising one eyebrow. "Really?"

"Really. Listen, if this is important to you, we'll try it, okay? But I need you to understand that I don't care if you never suck my dick. It won't change how much I want you."

Heat seeps into every crevice of my chest. His words only make me want to try this more. Because I believe him. Who knows if he'll always feel this way, but he does at the moment, and that's enough for me .

Our eyes lock as I scoot off of his lap. His cock jumps when I press my palms against his chest and push him back onto the mattress. I can do this. I can. My breasts rub against his muscular thighs as I place my hands on either side of his hips and lap at the bead of pre-cum that weeps from his slit. It's salty and musky and male . My pussy clenches. Maddox groans as I swirl my tongue around the ridge of his cock head and it emboldens me. Taking the fat crown of his dick into my mouth, I suck lightly. He lets out a strangled curse as I suck again and wrap my fingers around his shaft.

"Feels so good," he mumbles.

I can do this. Filling my lungs with a deep breath, I take more of Maddox into my mouth. My tongue traces the shape of him as I breathe through my nose. I close my eyes and take him a little deeper. His head bumps against the back of my hard palate, and I gag.

"Stop, baby," Maddox says gently as his fingers stroke my hair. "I don't want you to make yourself uncomfortable."

He has no idea how much his words spur me on. I try to relax my jaw and push myself down his length even more. His cock teases the opening of my throat and my throat says, no thanks . It's enough that I pull off of him and cover my mouth.

Oh, shit.

"Fuck, Isla. Are you okay?" He sounds concerned, but there's humor in his tone, too. He's trying not to laugh, the shithead.

Just a little gagging. No big deal. I nod. "I'm fine. Just relax and let me make you feel good." This is good. This is progress. I can do this. "Lie back down. "

He meets the command with an arched eyebrow. "You really want to keep trying?"

"Yes," I say. "I won't be happy until you're coming down the back of my throat."

"Jesus," Maddox mumbles, fisting his very hard dick. "How in the hell am I supposed to say no to that?"

"You're not," I reply with a smirk.

"Seriously, Isla. It's okay. You don't have to do this. I'm happy with you sticking to licking my dick like a lollipop if that's what you need to do."

Letting out a frustrated growl, I grab a pillow and chuck it at his head. "Just shut up and let me blow you!"

Maddox barks out a laugh, but when I skewer him with a glower, he drags the pillow over his face to hide from me. It doesn't work. His whole stupidly ripped body shakes with the force of his laughter.

I'll show him. The shit.

Eventually, I find my rhythm. Tears still stream down my cheeks, but by the fourth gagging episode, I've learned how to breathe through them. I feel powerful. Queasy, but powerful.

"Shit, baby, I'm gonna come." Maddox's grip on my hair tightens, but he still keeps from bucking his hips. Somehow, he's remained still throughout this whole process, leaving me completely in control.

Humming around him, I suck hard as I bob up and down his length. Determined to make this feel amazing for Maddox, I work his head deeper into my mouth. He grunts, I suck, and then he comes with a roar down the back of my throat. Thick, salty cum floods my mouth and throat.

Oh, no. No, this is too much.

I manage to swallow a few mouthfuls, but my stomach rolls. I've dry-heaved one too many times, and I'm afraid this is going to push me over the edge. Releasing Maddox's still-pulsing dick from my mouth, his cum spurts all over my face and gets in my left eye. It stings, and I panic, jerking my head to the side. And then Maddox's dick pokes me right in the eye. I let out an undignified squeal and bat his penis away.

"Oh my god." Maddox sits up and wipes his hot cum off of my face. I can't really see him because I'm blinking like a newborn baby, but I can hear the laughter he's trying to push down. "Are you okay?"

All I can do is nod. I'm still queasy. "Mmhmm."

"Is your eye okay?"

"Shut up."

"Well, that was definitely something." His body shakes with silent laughter. I glare at him through the cum sticking to my eyelashes. It only makes him laugh harder. "Seriously, baby, I know you hate gagging, but I have to be honest. The way your throat strangled me each time… damn, I'm a fan. Five stars. Easily."

"Oh my god, are you seriously leaving a review for how well I suck dick?"

"Absolutely. You have a Yelp page, right?"

My palm connects with Maddox's chest with a sharp thwack . "You're the worst. And so was that blow job. It's okay, you can be honest."

His thumb swipes a drop of cum off my cheek, and he presses it into my mouth. I lick it off, even though I'm hesitant to allow anything even close to my mouth right now. "Isla, you pushed through a ridiculous amount of discomfort just to please me. Which, again, you never ever have to do. And yeah, you were a little green a few times there, which was concerning, but that was still hot. For the most part."

It's my turn to laugh. "Next time it'll be easier."

Maddox shakes his head. He flashes me a lopsided smile before murmuring, "You're crazy." Then, reverently, Maddox runs his thumb down the column of my throat.

Maybe I am a little crazy. I'm definitely crazy about him.