Page 13 of Playmaker

Maddie

I’m hot .

Too hot.

The sweltering heat creates a trail of sweat running down my back, and when I attempt to move, a set of arms tightens around me, holding me captive.

Did I fall asleep?

Sure enough, when I blink my eyes open, sunlight is streaming into Cameron’s living room. The last thing I remember last night is me being flabbergasted that Cameron hadn’t watched all the Lord of the Rings movies, so we proceeded to binge them. We were on the last one when he fell asleep, and that should have been my excuse to leave, but instead I found myself distracted by his snoring. He looked so peaceful. So much like the boy I used to know before he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. Back when his mom was still around and cancer wasn’t even a disease he understood yet.

I guess his snoring lulled me to sleep, and now . . .

Well, I need to get out of here and back home before people start questioning where I am. Not that I’m expected to give anyone an answer given I’m a grown adult, but my family and I are close. It would seem odd if I didn’t at least notify them about my whereabouts.

Shit. Where did I put my phone?

I attempt to roll onto my side, but Cameron releases a moan that’s much hotter than it should be, one of his hands sliding down my back until it finds my ass.

And that’s when I feel it.

His hardness prodding against my lower stomach.

“Cam.” I nudge him gently but he doesn’t budge. He’s still sleeping, and even in a dream state he’s beautiful. Where I would have an open mouth with drool pooling at the sides, Cameron could be a model with his chiseled jawline and lips so full and perfect it almost isn’t fair. I feel the heat rise to my cheeks when I remember those lips all over me yesterday.

He gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever had, and I never want him to stop.

“Cam.” I shake him again, and this time one eye pops open, a smile falling onto his face that makes my heart completely stop.

He doesn’t regret it .

“Another first.” Both of his eyes are open now, but I’m not sure what he means by that. Am I the first girl he’s ever woken up with after hooking up? The first girl who stayed over? The questions are pushed to the back of my mind when he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. He captures my chin and brings me close to kiss my lips. It’s supposed to be quick, but once we start we can’t seem to stop.

He sits up and deepens it, his hand squeezing firmly on my ass. His hard-on is pulsating against my stomach now, and I don’t know what comes over me, but my instinct is to grab it, so that’s exactly what I do.

The truth is, I don’t know how much longer we’ll have the opportunity to do this. Another girl could come along and change his mind, or my brother could find out and make him end things with me. We have five days until we leave for the Grand Canyon, and nine days until we head back to school. That means five days to explore as much as possible, considering we’ll be around my family for the remaining three.

I’m not going to waste another second.

So, with a leap of faith and a confidence I don’t have, I brush a hand over his full, hard length. Cam pulls his lip back between his teeth in response, his eyes a dark, searing emerald as he stares at me. They resemble the darkest of pines. A four-leaf clover cast in shadows. They’re an endless pit I hope I never reach the bottom of.

“Take your pants off,” I say.

He continues to hold my stare. “Are you sure, Mads? You don’t have to do anything.”

Can he tell I’m a virgin?

I mean, it’s probably obvious since I’ve let him take the lead on all our sexual encounters thus far. Even now, when I’m trying to be calm, cool, and collected, my hands are shaking, and I’m terrified I won’t be good at this. He’s slept with girls who’ve more than likely done this countless times. I don’t want it to be bad for him.

“I want to,” I finally reply.

After a few seconds of contemplation, he must see the wanting in my eyes, because he pulls his sweatpants and briefs down to spring himself free. Plenty of girls spread rumors in high school about how fully endowed he was, but those rumors didn’t do his cock justice.

A thick, long shaft bobs before my mouth, with hard ridges in all the right places. A bead of moisture has already formed at the tip and though anxiety has me worrying about how well I’ll perform, he looks too damn good to be thinking of anything other than what he’ll taste like.

Pushing the traitorous thoughts to the back of my mind, I take him in my hand, and a full-body shiver races down my spine at the reaction on Cam’s face. He’s staring at me like I’m the only girl in the world to him, and it makes me want to try my very best for him. I need to be the best he’s ever had.

So I don’t overthink it when I take him into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around his tip and then down his length. I can’t seem to take him all yet, so I focus on the first half, wishing I could smile when Cam hisses through his teeth.

“Holy fuck ,” he pants, already shifting beneath me. “I’m not going to last long.”

I bob my head up and down, feeling his fingers sink into my bun so he can pull the stray hairs away from my face. When I flick my eyes up to meet his, liquid heat floods my veins. I squirm with his cock in my mouth, feeling the pressure build between my legs before he sighs and throws his head back against the armrest of the couch.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” he groans. “Oh fuck .”

This is my first time pleasing him like this, but I can already tell he’s close. It’s in the way his hands keep running over his face. The way he’s clutching my hair one second and then gripping the side of the couch the next. He’s fidgeting too much, but I keep going, keep sucking, knowing I’m close to getting the end result. A volcano close to eruption. A bomb seconds from detonating.

“Mads,” he moans. “I’m gonna come.”

I don’t pull back.

He tasted me, so I want to taste him.

My eyes don’t leave his when he lifts his head to stare at me again. He can tell what I’m agreeing to, and just realizing that pushes him over the edge. He calls out my name just before I feel the salty liquid coat my tongue.

It’s nothing like I’ve tasted before, but I don’t show Cam any hesitation. Instead, I keep my eyes locked on his while I swipe the remaining liquid from his tip with my finger and suck it greedily, swallowing all of him down and giving him a full-out show.

“Maddie, what the actual hell ?” He laughs when I sit up on my knees, and stares at me in amazement, as if he’s never had that done to him before.

Which I know is a lie .

My stomach twists into knots when I think about the red-headed girl from the party last weekend, Jessica from the park, and all the other girls who have had their mouths wrapped around him.

I’m no different than them.

The mood in the room has shifted, and Cam notices. Before I can get off the couch, he tugs me back against his chest and asks, “What’s wrong? Do you regret doing that?”

“What? No , it’s not that.” I shake my head, biting my tongue to stop the truth from spilling out. Telling him I’m insecure after making him come will certainly ruin the mood, and I don’t want to be that girl. I want to be confident and not worry about his past flings. They were in the past; this is now.

Except what we have going on between us is just exploring. He said himself he’s not ready for a relationship, so in nine days when this is all over, he’ll go back to college to the girls he’s accustomed to, and I’ll be flying back to Connecticut with a broken heart.

Because as much as I said there wouldn’t be expectations between us, I’ll be crumpled like a flimsy sheet of paper once we part ways. This is all I’ve ever wanted, and soon I’ll have to walk away from it.

I don’t know why I’m surprised when Cameron grips my chin to tilt my eyes to his and says, “I have never finished that quickly before. It’s embarrassing as hell, to be honest.” He’s always been able to read me better than most, and reassurance was exactly what I needed. It may not be the answer to all of my problems, but it’s helping.

“Between yesterday and this morning you’re having a lot of embarrassing moments. Do I really get to you that much?”

“You stayed the night . . .” He trails off, placing a gentle kiss on my neck. “Trust me when I say I wouldn’t have allowed that if I didn’t find you absolutely addicting, okay?” His hands slide down to my waist, and suddenly I find it hard to breathe from the fluttering sensation in my chest.

“You fell asleep,” I counter. “You didn’t exactly have a choice about whether or not I slept here.”

He arches a brow. “How do you think you got between my legs in the first place? And where do you think that blanket came from?” He points to the fuzzy black lump on the floor. “I woke up around five. It’s my usual time for training, but I fell back asleep with you instead.”

I blink not once, but twice. “You missed training? For me?”

“Well, it was certainly worth it.” With a lazy grin he twirls a stray ringlet of mine, something he seems to enjoy doing a lot.

“But your dad . . .” His training is on a strict regimen, one his dad keeps up with frequently. If Cameron gets off track, I don’t want to be the reason for that. Going to the NFL has been both of their dream since his mom passed. “I don’t want to be a distraction.”

He sits up on the couch to shrug his briefs back on. “Let me handle my dad, all right? Besides, I’m not straying from the regimen. Only switching my gym mornings to nights instead. It’s not a big deal. Truthfully, I thought you would be more upset about me distracting you , considering you have a big test to study for.”

I shrug. “It’s not until next year. I was using this time to get a head start, and I know you think that makes me a bore , but—”

He cracks a smile, and I can’t help but check him out when he rises to his feet. His abs are as glorious as ever, but my eyes stray to the dusting of hair beneath his belly button, which is a trail that leads right to the cock I’ve now had my mouth on. It’s a double-edged sword, really. I’m upset I’ve seen it because of the rush of desire it brings, but I’m also glad because of the rush of desire it brings.

“You’re not a bore,” he says, snapping me back to the present. “I only called you that to mess with you. You’re studying to become a fucking doctor. It takes a lot of resilience, and there’s no one more self-disciplined than you. I can’t wait to see you graduate at the top of your class, Mads.”

His speech carries a sentiment I thought had disappeared from him forever, but maybe the boy I knew six years ago is finding his way out after being hidden for so long. I’m busy blinking through my tears when he drops to his knees on the floor directly in front of me, wearing a devilish grin.

How can I go from crying to panting in the span of five seconds?

“Now I’m assuming you’ve got places to be since you never reached out to your parents, right?”

I nod, my eyes straying to the gold chain still dangling from his neck. I’m incapable of breathing properly when he taps my hips to lift up, and in seconds he’s stripped me of my underwear and sweatpants, eyeing me like a man deprived of food for days.

“Let me finger fuck you like the princess you are before you have to leave then, yeah?”

With an eager yes , I throw my head back against the couch and am screaming his name in the matter of minutes while he brings me to a state of total and utter ecstasy. His face buried between my thighs feels right , and as much as I try to ignore it, as much as I try to avoid it, one gnawing, lingering thought remains.

In nine days, this is all coming to an end.