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Chapter 41

Break Rules kiss emoji

Tapping his contact icon with a smile, I settle in as the phone trills.

“Hey baby,” he says groggily.

“Did I wake you?”

“No,” he says, probably lying. “I was just listening to the newest Twisted Sisters episode. How did everything go today?”

“It was… really great to be honest. I feel like I’m connecting with them.”

“That’s awesome. I knew you could do it.”

“They made me do their makeup as some kind of trend.”

Dell chuckles, “I know, I saw the video. You were so flustered and cute. It’s going viral by the way. So is #AgonyNectar?”

“Great,” I say with a roll to my eyes but a smile nonetheless. “Then we played some beach rugby in the rain and, god Dell, I don’t think I’ve had that much fun in a long time. It was nice to just… play with her, you know?”

“I know. I’m surprised she’s not in bed with you.”

I huff a little laugh, “You know we can’t. Not here. Plus she’s upstairs dead asleep with Serwaa nestled into her.”

“Doesn’t Serwaa have a girlfriend?”

“Yeah, but it’s not like that. I learned her girlfriend’s name is Dani, she lives in Denver, and she’s chill. She understands what Robyn and Serwaa have is strictly platonic.”

“Look at you. Learning about your players and their personal lives. Not being jealous and shit.”

I chuckle, “Yeah, yeah. Hey, do you think we could listen to that new Twisted Sisters episode together? Just until I fall asleep? ”

“Of course, baby. I’ll go back to the beginning.” The SharePlay button appears and I tap it. The familiar voices of Katie and Tiffany and eerie background music fill my ears and soothes me; as much as real life stories of brutal murders can.

There’s a soft knock on my bedroom door as it opens slowly, revealing Robyn’s peaking head. “Zay?”

“Oh, shit,” I whisper.

“What is it?” Dell asks through the earbuds.

“She just came in.”

“Sorry,” she says. “Are you on the phone?”

“Yeah, but it’s Dell. Do you wanna talk to him?” She slips in and closes the door behind her as my heart rate picks up. “Someone wants to talk to you, baby,” I tell him.

Robyn opens the covers and shimmies in, sidling up next to me and laying her head on my chest. Blood begins to rush to my groin at the thought of anything more happening between us, but I do my best to squash it and hand her an earbud. Dell pushes pauses on the podcast.

“Hey,” she smiles.

“Hey, darlin’. How are you?”

She settles into me further and rubs her face against me like a cat. “Sleepy, but perfect now that I can touch him.”

“Where are you touching him?” he asks.

“I’m laying on his chest, and he has his arm around me.”

“ Mmm. You’re being very naughty sneaking into his room like that.”

“It’s nothing compared to the naughty things I’ve been thinking about all day.”

“Robyn, please,” I say. “I’m already fighting my dick for control here. You shouldn’t even be in my room.”

“No one saw me,” she says coyly, playing with my chest hair.

“Yeah,” Dell says. “No one saw her.”

“Who’s side are you on?” I ask him.

“The one who wants to break the rules and get sexy.”

“Me. I’m the one,” Robyn replies.

“Oh god,” I groan, and my cock raises to attention as if to say me too!

“Do you want me to take away your choice again, Isaiah?” Before I can say anything, Robyn licks my nipple and tugs it between her teeth. Oh fuck.

“H-h-how much did you have to drink tonight?” I stammer.

“Just the two beers,” she whispers, and she flicks her beautiful tongue across my beading nipple again.

“I’ll give you one chance to bow out,” Dell says.

I know I want this and I know it’s wrong. I know there are players sleeping above us and the risk is high. But Robyn Cassidy is in my arms, and her hips are pushing into me. Her perfect mouth is on my chest. Why the hell am I waiting?

“I want this,” I say.

“Good,” Dell drawls. “I want you both to listen to me and do everything I say. Zay, What are you wearing?”

“Boxer briefs.”

“Keep them on, but take off her clothes.”

“Okay,” I say, and I make quick work to pull off her soft, stretchy pants, along with her panties and T-shirt. “Jesus.”

“Her tits are perfect, aren’t they?” I can’t form words right now so I just whimper like a simp. “Sit against the headboard, Zay, and have her lay against your chest. Spread your legs wide and position her against you.”

As I’m situating myself, Robyn asks, “Do you want us to switch to video?”

“No,” Dell says quickly. “Video sex is not something I’m comfortable with anymore.” Oh, shit. Of course he’d feel that way. My heart drops thinking of his vengeful ex and what he did to Dell; thinking of all the content he made as a result. “Don’t worry,” he says. “I still very much want to listen to this. ”

“Okay,” Robyn pants, leaning into my chest, eager for the next command. “I’m ready.”

“Good girl,” he says. “Now, darlin’, you may put your hands anywhere you’d like at any point. Zay, have you ever gotten a woman off before with your fingers?”

“Yes.”

“Good. You both need to be quiet. Zay, I want you to gently, gently, stroke one finger through that sweet, heavenly slit between her legs.” Robyn’s hands find my thighs as I drag my fingertip against her bare entrance. “Tell me what you feel, baby.”

“She’s wet,” I whisper. “And so soft.”

“Use your other hand to play with her breasts. Tweak them and then dip into her pussy; really coat your finger.” Robyn lets out a soft moan, lolling her head against my shoulder and caressing the hair on my thighs as I obey.

“Is he hard, Robyn? Can you feel him behind you?”

“Yes,” she murmurs.

“Put your mouth against her ear,” he commands me. “She needs to hear every breathy moan you make. Now find her clit and circle it.”

“Oh,” she gasps.

“ Shh shh shh, princess. Be quiet. You don’t want anyone to hear, do you?”

“No.”

“No,” he drawls in a teasing tone. “Because you don’t want anyone to know how your coach is fucking you with his fingers. How you came into his room late at night with your desperate, wet pussy, and begged him to take care of you. No. That would be very bad.”

With eyes closed, Robyn nods her head against my shoulder as if Dell can sense her agreement. I press my finger against her clit a little harder and watch her abdominals clench. She chases my touch, urging me for more.

“So needy,” I whisper in her ear, and she whimpers in response.

“Say it in Spanish,” she begs.

“Did that get you going earlier?”

She nods.

“Tan necesitada,” I whisper.

“Oh fuck, that’s hot,” Dell groans in our ears as Robyn shivers.

“No tienes idea de lo que estoy diciendo. Pero no importa, ?verdad?” / You have no idea what I’m saying. But it doesn’t matter, does it?

Her chest caves in as she bites her lip, and I dig into her soft flesh a little more.

“Use both hands, Zay,” Dell rasps. “Two fingers on her clit, and two fingers pumping inside her.” Swallowing my fingers in a rush, her body accepts me and I imagine it’s my cock sinking deep into her. Writhing in my arms, her nails dig into the meat of my legs right over my old rugby team crest. I’m positive she’s leaving dig marks that I would gladly tattoo there for the whole world to see—so that everyone knows who I belong to. I love how worked up she gets, and for the first time, she’s getting worked up from my touch.

From my fingers.

From me .

“Go for the kill,” Dell says in a dark, velvety tone. “Rub fast and don’t give up.” She turns her face into my neck, panting and near tears. Her legs try to close, but I hook mine over and pin them wide.

“Quédate así. Con tu cono en exhibición. Entonces, si alguien entrara aquí, lo vería todo. Verían mis dedos volviéndote loca.” / Stay just like this. With your cunt on display. So if anyone walked in here they'd see everything. They'd see my fingers making you crazy.

Every muscle in her body tightens, and my fingers are trapped in her channel while the other ones keep their pressured rhythm, strumming across her clit in a frenzy. “ I’m coming,” she hisses.

“Shh,” Dell soothes. “That’s it, princess. Come as quietly as you can.” She holds on to my thighs for dear life and chokes through her divine orgasm. My god, she’s beautiful. Before she can take her first deep inhale, Dell is commanding me again. “Lay her down and clean up the mess you made, Coach.”

“Of course,” I whisper, and I quickly shift out from under her, then jerk the back of her knees closer to me. She takes in a surprised breath, but keeps quiet. I realize then the bed is also quiet, and I send a little prayer to the vacation house gods for this mercy.

I’m already spreading her open and licking her cum when Dell asks, “Have you—”

“Yes,” I grunt, cutting him off, and returning to the pussy of my dreams. Dell fed me her cum that first night after the club—after he ate her out. Her taste then was more than I could handle. But now her scent, her taste, is at full-strength as I drink straight from the source. I find myself grinding into the mattress, seeking more as I dip my tongue inside her and groan.

“Fuck, that sounds good,” Dell sighs. “I can hear how wet she is. Is he doing a good job for you?”

Her fingers take root in my hair as she whispers, “Yes.”

“Take your time, baby,” he tells me. Or maybe that’s for her. I don’t know anymore. What I do know is I’m savoring this meal and listening to her muffled moans and the distinct sound of Dell jerking himself in my ear. “ Ughh, that’s right. Take all the time you need. You two make me so hard ,” he groans.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” she whispers.

“I’m thinking about my cock deep inside his ass. He’s riding me while you sit on my face. I’m thinking about both of us taking your pussy at the same time.”

She shutters in response, and I watch her play with her small, stiff peaks, then feel her flex around my fingers as I enter her again. This time I find what I assume is her G-spot and pad its rough texture while sucking and releasing. Sucking for longer and releasing again. Again and again I repeat until I’m only breathing out of my nose, and her lips are permanently fused to my mouth, my tongue flicking and fingers pumping. When her legs clamp around my head, I think about all the training she’s done over the years to be this strong. Every scrum and breakaway led her thighs here, spasming with my head happily locked between them, and grabbing the pillow to cover her face so she can groan through another orgasm.

After several long moments, she surfaces with delirious determination and adjusts her Airpod. “Make him fuck me, Dell. Please. ”

“Do you want this to be your first time together? I’m asking both of you.”

Truth be told, I always envisioned my first time with Robyn with her in a white gown, or a white bridal lingerie set. It’s not that I thought we would wait until we were married, but with our marriage pact in place, well, it was a fantasy I replayed time and time again. But here she is, laying before me in a bed of white with the sounds of rainstorm and waves crashing in the distance—and our lover in our ear.

“Yes,” Robyn answers confidently.

“Yes,” I smile.

“Do you want me here for this part?” he asks with the smallest tonal change. Like he’s nervous. Like he really doesn’t know that I want him to see every part of my life. On the other hand, this is me and Robyn we’re talking about. Dell and I had our first time alone, maybe this is what we need too.

My beautifully flushed friend looks at me from under hooded eyes, her dark lashes fanning over her cheeks as low lamp light blankets us. She searches for my answer, waiting for me.

“I’m torn,” I tell him. “I don’t want to turn you away but… I think I want this to be just us.”

“Of course,” he says.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too. Now, go make love to her like you’ve always wanted.”

Leaning over her, I rest my body against hers, and she gives me the biggest smile. “We’ll call you in the morning,” I say, getting lost in her hazel eyes.

“Goodnight,” she whispers, and I tap the ear bud to end the call, then place both on the nightstand.

“I’ve dreamed of this,” I whisper.

She lowers my boxer briefs, catching them with a toe and sliding them all the way off. “I know. Me too.”

The warmth of her swollen, wet center against my shaft has me getting lost, but then I remember… “Let me get a condom.”

She clutches my shoulders. “Wait. I have an IUD. My last test was clear six months ago, and I haven’t been with anyone except Dell. I’ve never gone bare.”

“You,” I swallow thickly. “You want me to go bare?”

“Please. Only if you want to.”

My hips settle against hers as I let the thought wash over me. “Yes.” I lean down and press my lips to hers, realizing this is our first kiss since I’ve been here.

Her hand slips between us and she lines me up, my wide tip pushing between her smooth, slippery entrance. “Please, Isaiah,” she begs softly against my mouth as her hips undulate for more.

There are moments in my life that I’ll take with me to my dying breath, and sinking into Robyn Eleanor Cassidy for the first time will be at the top of that list. I want to remember the way heat shot up my spine and the way she lost her breath. The way her hands found my shoulders and slid into my hair. The way I had to muster the strength not to come instantaneously.

“Zay,” she huffs as I pull out to the tip and enter her again.

“Robyn.”

Her knees come up, and I hold one over my shoulder, still kissing her through it all— through every thrust and rock, through every slap of our skin and whisper-soft moan. “Eres mi todo, Robyn. Nunca voy a renunciar a ti.” / You’re my everything, Robyn. I’m never going to give you up.

I trail desperate kisses along her neck, careful not to leave any marks even though all I want to do is mark her. I want to mark her with Dell and tell everyone once and for all that she is taken—that she is loved so fucking fiercely that it intimidates them.

With her knee still pinned over my shoulder, I take that hand and play with her breast. I tease and massage it while she scratches my scalp, my hair crimping in her grasp and a fresh wave of arousal crashes.

Like me, I know she’s holding back in order to keep quiet, which is its own sweet torture. The breaking of rules between coach and player, the thrill of being heard mixed with blinding pleasure is all too much. This thing between us has been building for too long. I’m completely, irrevocably lost in lust and love and her.

Holy fucking shit— her.

“Look at you holding out,” she teases, and a low laugh rolls out of me. I drop my hand between us to find her clit again, and she gasps when I play it. She might be my new favorite instrument. I sit up and watch her unravel again as my thumb and cock never relent. Her cunt flutters around me as she clenches her chest and rides out her third orgasm, all while trying her best to be silent.

Unable to wait for her to come down from her high, I pick her up by the shoulders, so she’s straddling me as I sit on my heels, knees wide. “Hold on tight,” I warn, my voice low and gritty. With my arms bound around her, she wraps her long legs around me and I thrust hard. She latches onto my neck and hair, her breathing erratic and intoxicating. With each slam into her, arousal drips down my shaft and coats my sac. Rolling, riding, our entwined bodies sweat against each other in ecstasy.

“Oh my god,” she cries softly. “You feel so good, Isaiah. This position— shit. I’m… I’m gonna…”

My balls are tight against my body and I’m hurdling fast toward my finish. “Me too, baby.” Then the final rush of cum barrelling out has me clutching her to my chest.

“Yes,” she chokes out, her pussy contracting around my length and she humps relentlessly, begging, begging, begging.

Eons later when my muscles relax and my mind returns, I open my eyes to find the most beautiful woman in the world in a state of bliss. Her limbs loosen, so I hold tighter and kiss her.

She sighs, and if I were a poet, I think I could write endlessly about it. Her sigh that calms. Her sigh like a song. Her sigh that calls to my very soul.

As we sit in the middle of the bed, our tongues are lazy and thankful, our lips swollen and soft. Dreamy kisses carry us through the next ten minutes as I make no attempt to pull out, allowing my softening cock to keep warm, nestled perfectly inside her.

Carefully, I lay her down, unable to stop kissing her, holding her, inhaling the scent that we just made.

With her hands slicing through my beard, she pulls her lips away slowly to say, “I wish I could stay here all night. But…”

“I know. I’d give anything to keep you right here in my arms and watch you wake up.”

She gives me a lopsided grin. “Who knew Isaiah Johanssen was such a romantic?” With a quiet chuckle, I kiss her again. “Was that okay? For your first time with a woman?”

I kiss her temple. “With you, it was everything I wanted and more.” She inhales deeply with a small curl to her lip and brushes the longer hair at the top of my head back. “How about you? Was I… um… did I…?”

She puts me out of my misery. “It was perfect. Between you and Dell, I’ve never come so many times in a row.”

“I’ll admit, I did a lot of research before this. Like, a lot. About what to do, feel, and listen for.”

“I love a man that does research,” she beams, but then her features drop when she realizes what she just said.

“Oh yeah?” I tease, fighting back a smile.

There’s a long pause between us, and her hands slide down to my chest. “I want you, Zay. I want Dell. I know the risks if we get caught, and I’m okay with sneaking around because I have to have you both. It’s killing me to pretend that I’m not—” she stops to swallow and collect herself. “—that I’m not madly in love with you. I want you to know that every single day. And if that has to be in secret, then so be it.”

She loves me! She said it! Thunderous beating emanates from my chest once again as those three little words kick off their shoes and make themselves at home in my heart.

“I love you, too.”

“Really?”

“Of course. I realized I loved you a week after Jessica and I broke up. I was scrolling through our old text messages, gif after gif of hedgehogs,” I say, and she giggles. “And it hit me then, just how much my friend Robyn really meant to me.”

Her smile fades. “You could lose your job, Zay.”

“So could you. And you have a lot more on the line.”

Robyn’s eyes dart away and lose focus, her mind working. “ I know.” She idly coils my chest hair. “No one can know, not even my parents. Especially not them.” She finally looks back at me. “It’s the optics. It’s nothing against you or Dell. Well, maybe a little bit of Dell. They will not be pleased to know I’m dating a former porn star.”

Suddenly I’m very aware that I— a damn virgin —made her come repeatedly like she did with a porn star. I’ll be filing that tidbit of information away under the label Smug Male Satisfaction.

“Until we can figure out how to be open about us, we’ll keep it all under wraps. Everything.”

“Is there anyone you would trust to know about us now?” she asks.

I think I know why she’s asking. “Do you wanna tell Serwaa?” She nods vigorously. “If you completely trust her, then go for it. I know how much she means to you.”

“What about you?”

“Hmm. Honestly, I could trust my whole family,” I say and then laugh, “They’d be fucking estatic to hear I finally made a move on you.”

“Do they know about Dell?”

“No, not yet.”

Robyn’s toes curl around mine and her eyes hood. “Maybe we could go introduce him to your family.”

“Like… the three of us?”

She shrugs. “Since you trust them not to say anything, would it be so wrong to be a normal… throuple… around them? There’s nowhere else we could.”

“You haven’t met Dell’s family yet,” I chuckle. “But, yeah. Why don’t you and Dell come over for Sunday dinner?”

“Yes! Are you going to warn them?”

“Absolutely not.”

Her answering squeal is as soft and sweet as her lips on mine. “Okay, I’m gonna go back to my room now. If I stay in this bed any longer I’m gonna get a UTI.”