Page 29 of Mr. Irrelevant (Rock City Renegades #1)

TWENTY-THREE

LIVVY

“Yes, please,” I reply to Maddox’s question, desperate to have him in whatever ways he’ll allow.

My head is still spinning from the way he felt inside me without a condom.

I’m trying not to be mad at myself for bringing it to his attention, but I’m sure he was just caught up in the moment, and I’d hate if he regretted not putting one on.

Slowing his thrusts, he comes to a complete stop before a gentle hand slides between my breasts and guides me upright.

My back flattens to the hard planes of his chest and abs, and I turn my head, his deep grey eyes softening for a moment when they lock onto mine.

“You’re incredible,” he whispers, leaning in for a passionate kiss.

I hum contentedly when his tongue parts my lips and pushes past them, his fingers pressing into the warm skin covering my heart like he’d grab hold of the beating organ if he could.

Funnily enough, it feels like he already has—because even though I’ve tried my best not to, I’ve developed feelings for Maddox.

And as much as I should regret putting myself in a position where that would be possible, I just can’t .

Not when he makes me feel the way he does.

He deepens the kiss, holding me to him as his hips begin to move, his cock brushing against parts of me that have my vision blurring and my toes curling.

He doesn’t break the connection, sliding his hand down my body and rubbing soft, teasing circles on my clit.

It’s too much and not enough all at once, just like it always is with him, and I feel like my soul could leave my body at any second as he quickly brings me toward another orgasm.

The way he knows exactly how to do it every time feels like he was made just for me—a thought I need to rid from my mind before I do something completely stupid like tell him I never want this thing between us to end.

I’ll worry about that later, though, because right now, the way he’s moving inside me is all-consuming.

He releases the hold he has on me, and I reluctantly pull my mouth from his, returning to my elbows.

The change in position allows him to sink in even deeper, every nerve ending in my body lighting up as he gives me every inch he has to offer.

And when I feel more lube drip down the crack of my ass, gathering around my tight hole before his thumb massages the sensitive skin, I have to stop myself from actually begging him to push it inside.

Although with the way he’s turning me into a mess of desperate whimpers and moans, I’m not sure I’d even be able to form the sentence.

“My sweet, needy girl wants more, doesn’t she?

” he asks, his soft, almost patronizing tone making me clench around him.

I really didn’t think I’d be into this kind of baby talk, but I can actually feel myself getting wetter with every word he says.

I nod my head frantically, pleading for him to keep going, until finally, he gives me what I want.

Unlike before, I’m ready for the sensation as he enters me.

A loud whine tumbles from my lips when he curls his thumb, massaging me from the inside.

Paired with the heavy slide of his long, thick cock moving in and out of me, it’s like I’m on another planet.

I’ve never felt such intense pleasure before, and it’s all at the hands of this man who seems to have a direct line to the deepest, darkest corners of my body and mind.

“Look at you,” he praises. “Taking me in each of these beautiful holes so well. Your little ass is so stretched, baby. One day, I’m going to put my cock inside it. No condom separating us, so I can empty my big, hot load into you until you can’t possibly take another drop.”

“Oh my God,” I cry out, white dancing around the edges of my vision as he picks up his pace, fucking me without abandon and making my orgasm speed toward me like a bullet train.

Imagining him taking me anywhere without protection has blood hammering against every pulse point in my body, fire licking at my spine with the need to be filled.

I just want to know what it feels like to be his for real, even if the possession is only physical in nature. “I’m gonna come.”

“Do it, Liv,” he grits out. “Give it to me.” No sooner are the words out of his mouth, does my climax tear through me, everything splintering into a million pieces around us as I succumb to euphoria like I’ve never known.

I vaguely register the bite of his fingers digging into the flesh of my hip, which I’m almost positive is the only thing stopping me from dropping to the bed in a heap.

I repeat his name over and over like it’s the only word in my vocabulary, until he stills, grunting loudly as he gets pulled into the vortex right beside me.

His erection swells against my contracting walls, and with the way my senses are heightened, I swear I can feel every single rope of cum erupting from the tip as he fills the condom.

We ride out what’s left of our releases, him dipping down and pressing gentle kisses between my shoulder blades as we attempt to recover.

I can barely breathe, feeling like I just ran a marathon, when truthfully, Maddox did all the work.

He loosens his grip, pulling his thumb from my body as we both lower to the mattress, him supporting his weight on one elbow so he doesn’t squish me, although I’d welcome it right now.

I love how affectionate he is after sex, and the way he puts so much emphasis on taking care of me.

That’s not something I ever had in my last relationship, and now that I have, I never want to go without the feeling of being held and kissed even after he’s gotten what he wanted from me.

“You did such a good job,” he murmurs, coasting his lips along my neck. “Did you like it?”

I turn my head, a satisfied smile pulling at the corners of my mouth.

“I loved it. Thank you.” My heart swells in my chest as relief visibly washes over him, because it’s so obvious that he actually cares what I like.

He makes me feel valued, important—and even though I’m sure it’s not necessarily his intention— loved .

If I’ve learned anything from this arrangement with Maddox, it’s that guys like him are out there, and that I don’t have to settle for someone who doesn’t prioritize the things I want.

“No need to thank me, Dimes,” he says, rolling off me.

I whine pathetically, making him chuckle under his breath as he sits up and tosses my phone onto the mattress next to me.

“Just give me the checkmark I earned.” I lift my eyes, scoffing playfully at the cocky grin that’s plastered across his face before he stands, disappearing into the en suite bathroom to clean up.

As soon as he’s out of sight, I pick up the device as fast as I can, my stomach flipping excitedly as I open my notes app and check anal play off the list. I hope he wasn’t kidding, and that someday we can try more than just his finger, because I definitely enjoyed it.

Having him inside both of my holes at once gave me the best orgasm of my life—and it wasn’t even close.

“ Ride a pierced dick , huh?” he asks from over my shoulder, causing me to slam the phone face-down onto the sheets, my eyes wide with surprise.

I was so entranced by the imaginary instant replay of what we just did that I didn’t even hear him come back into the room.

“Didn’t see that on the first go-around, baby.

I’m intrigued…and a little scared, to be honest.”

I roll my eyes, trying not to let on how embarrassed I am.

“My sister told me about this book she read where the guy was pierced, and it made us curious. So, we Googled it—not recommended, by the way—and got more than we bargained for with the results. We learned two things: One, most dicks are ugly, and no amount of jewelry will change that. And two, having a guy with some hardware down there looks like a really good time. So, it went on the list.”

He sucks his teeth, his smug smirk making him a zillion times hotter, even though I’m positive he’s about to say some fuckboy shit.

“Well, we both know I have the prettiest dick.” He gestures to the monster in question, and like a magnet, my eyes go right to it.

I try to act annoyed, but when it twitches under my attention, my brain short-circuits and all of a sudden, I’m horny again.

As if he knows exactly what I’m thinking, he laughs, swiping a warm washcloth between my legs just like he always does before pulling me to my feet.

“Stop perving on me and go pee. I’m going to grab you some Twizzlers and a glass of water. Then we’ll get you into a hot bath so you aren’t sore. We need all the extra practice we can get this week. If your ex ends up in my pocket, I just might knock his ass out.”

I groan quietly. I forgot that the Renegades play the Impact here in Cleveland on Sunday.

I’ve memorized our schedule backward and forward, but I’ll admit I’ve been dreading this game.

Not only is Cincinnati in our division, but I hate that I have to be in the same building as Deacon.

Now that I can clearly see how selfish he was during our relationship, looking at his face makes me want to punch myself for allowing it as long as I did.

I’ll be lucky if I actually get to see anything that goes down on the field with how far my eyes will be rolled into the back of my head—and not in the good way, either.

Maddox chuckles at my less-than-enthusiastic response, giving my ass a quick pat before he disappears toward the kitchen.

He always insists on feeding me a snack after sex, and if we aren’t cuddling, he’s doing other things to show me he cares.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t getting used to it, even though we’re supposed to be keeping things strictly physical.

I know we said a relationship couldn’t work between him as the Renegades’ quarterback and me as the team’s future owner, but the reasons I had at the beginning of this arrangement feel a lot less important to me now, starting with my no football players rule.

My breakup with Deacon was messy, and even when we were together, he never really accepted me for who I am.

He wanted a woman who would stand by him quietly, keeping her opinions to herself, especially when they threatened his fragile ego.

Maddox is the exact opposite. He listens.

He trusts that I know what I’m doing, and he’s eager to soak in all the advice I have to offer.

Aside from that, there were other reasons I made Maddox promise to keep things on a friends-with-benefits level.

But again, I often find myself wondering if we could work around them.

I’m not the Renegades’ owner yet. In fact, I’m not even on their payroll.

Does my dad foot the bill for my lifestyle so I can focus on learning how to run the team?

Yes—and I do my very best to earn every single bit of it.

But if I wanted to be in a relationship with one of the players, there are no rules in place saying I can’t.

The public may have thoughts about it, but that just means I’d have to remind them that I’m still Olivia Grant, and my number one priority will be the success of this football team.

I’m sure I’m getting ahead of myself with all of this.

While I know we have an unmistakable, genuine connection, I have no idea if Maddox has feelings for me beyond the limits we set for ourselves when we agreed to sleep together.

And even if he did, would I be worth the potential distraction to his career that he was trying to avoid in the first place?

And if I’m not, will I be able to keep doing this without getting more attached?

Because even though I told him not to fall in love with me, I may have forgotten to take my own advice.