Page 68 of Breakaway Goal

I thought the orgasm Rhys gave me with his hands was incredible, but this is otherworldly. Time loses meaning, and I’m not sure if it’s seconds, minutes, or even hours that I spend with my eyes clenched shut and my hand a tight fist clenched around a tuft of Rhys’s hair as waves of bliss wash over me.

When my eyes flutter open, Rhys is still between my legs, looking at me. His eyes are warm with admiration, and my wet arousal all around his mouth is glistening from the overhead lights.

“Maddie, holy shit,” he marvels. “You look so fucking perfect when I’m making you come.”

He stands up, dragging his tongue around his lips, gathering up my juices on it. He makes a supremely pleased sound when he draws his tongue back into his mouth, like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.

He kisses me, and my eyes go wide at the unexpected thrill of my own flavor on his lips.

Then my eyes go even wider, because there’s a knock on the door.

A chill runs up my spine, and I go still as a stone. Did Rhys lock the door behind us? Were his hands too full of me to do so? I was far too distracted to even think of it at the time.

A couple hours ago I was worried about someone seeing Rhys’s hand on my butt outside—how much worse would it be for someone to walk in on us in a library study room while my pants are off and he’s standing between my legs?

Thatstory would make it around campus by sunrise tomorrow.

Rhys grins slyly. “Occupied,” he calls over his shoulder.

The footsteps on the other side of the door pad away. Blush floods my cheeks as the tension dissipates. When Rhys’s gazesettles back on me, I erupt in relieved giggles, the post-orgasm euphoria only making my laughter giddier.

I drop my forehead to Rhys’s shoulder, and he pulls me close as we shake together in laughter. I feel like I’m floating on a cloud.

I spent the whole evening hanging out with Rhys, and it culminated in by far the most incredible orgasm I’ve ever had. It’s really not easy to imagine how I could have a better day than this one.

I don’t know how long things are going to be like this between me and Rhys. Until we have sex, I guess. After all, that’s what I asked of him. I just wanted my first time to be good, to be something I wouldn’t regret.

Rhys cares about me, and when I told him my concerns about that, he decided to go even further and make sure I enjoy all the sexual firsts I still have to tick off. So far, he’s more than lived up to his promise.

But once we finish the big one, there will be no more reason for us to do stuff like this. Obviously. He’ll have done his duty, and we’ll go back to being friends.

But I’m so happy right now, so caught up in the moment, that even that thought isn’t able to penetrate through it and drag me down.

I hop off the table, and Rhys leans against the door, arms folded coolly in front of him, his eyes resting on me as I pull my clothes back on. He wears an appreciative expression as he observes, and it makes me feel flushed all over.

“Gotta be honest, Maddie,” he says slyly as we step outside the study room. “That was definitely a top ten study session of my life.”

I knit my brows. “Top ten?” I playfully push at him, but of course, his massive frame doesn’t move an inch. “Which oneswere better?” I’m pretending to be outraged, but I know he’s joking.

He hums thoughtfully. “Well, last semester I went to a group study session where one of my classmates brought a big container of gummy bears for us to share. That one was pretty sweet. Then there was—ow!”

He jumps back to escape my fingers pinching his nipple. He angles himself away from me, drawing his arm over his chest, but he still wears a big smile on his face. “We agreed years ago nipple pinching was off limits!”

I tap my index finger and thumb together like a claw, then launch toward him. He yelps, running for the stairway, and instead of taking the elevator down, I bound after him down the stairs as our laughter bounces off the concrete of the narrow stairwell.

As mindblowing as the orgasm Rhys gave me was, I’m not even sure it was my favorite part of the night.

35

RHYS

When I look up to where Maddie’s sitting in the crowd, I have to blink my eyes hard three times to make sure I’m seeing right.

She’s sitting right where I expected her. Next to her friend Jasmine, which I also expected. And she’s wearing a Black Bears jersey. Nothing unexpected there, either.

Except for the number that’s emblazoned on her chest.

It’s not Lane’s number.

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