Page 61 of Dirty Player
I buried my face into her shoulder and pushed her further up the bed until I could kneel on it. “Get them off me. And my shirt.”
I lifted my hips long enough for her to push my shorts down before I kicked them off, then I rolled us until she straddled me and helped her with my shirt.
Her fingers were cool on my skin as she dragged them up the planes of my stomach, the curves of my chest.
“You’re so hard,” she whispered, her eyes glazed over with admiration.
I worked on my body because it needed to be the best it could be at all possible moments, not for it to be admired. With Shannon’s hands dragging through my chest hair, brushing across my nipples, light, teasing, and exploratory touches, I was fucking thankful I didn’t have a desk job where I didn’t have to work so hard.
“Stop teasing me.” I groaned as her hand dipped across my lower abs, one fingernail trailing through the hair just above my waistband.
She scraped her nail across the edge of the waistband to my boxers and my hips jerked in response.
“Fucking touch me, Shannon. Wrap your hand around my dick.”
She peered up at me through hooded eyes, her untamed hair draping a curtain around us. “In a hurry?”
“To feel your hot and wet pussy clenching and stretching around my dick? Yes.” I rocked up again, pressing my dick against the center of her thighs.
She moaned in response.
“Take off your clothes.”
She made a clicking sound with her tongue and her teeth. “Always so bossy.”
“You like it.”
I didn’t wait for her to follow my command. I sat up, pressing her against my lap, and ripped off her shirt before pulling the cups of her bra beneath her breasts.
My mouth covered one of her nipples as my fingers teased the other. They were full in my mouth and my palms, spilling over from the pressure of her bra.
Her hands immediately went to her shorts and she wiggled out of them, shifting off me while I kept my mouth on her nipple, tugging and teasing and sucking on one before moving to the other.
“My God,” she moaned, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I held her against me, pressed up against her before I pulled her down and I was on my back.
“Ride me. Show me how you like it.”
I shoved my boxers down, pushing them off my hips, and held my dick. Shannon moved over me and I slid it through her wetness, both of us groaning.
“I want to play,” she whimpered.
“Play later. Fuck me now before I take over and do it for you.”
Her eyes narrowed on me, the haze of lust clouding the irritation she was trying to fake.
When she didn’t move I grabbed her hips, and in one hard, forceful thrust I seated her all over my dick.
“No condom. Fuck!” I groaned and pushed my head back to the pillow. I couldn’t move her off me. The slickened heat of her enveloped me—covering me and coating me with her wetness.
I rocked my hips up, pressing her further against me. God, she was incredible. When her hips rolled and her thighs began to shake, I had to fight the urge to come like a teenager losing his virginity. “I get tested before the season. I’m clean, I swear it.”
Would you she trust me enough to have her bare? When I saw the quick flash of fear in her eyes, I bit down the disappointment.
She was already leaning over me, reaching for the nightstand drawer.
“I have a box.”
“Shit,” she muttered as I teased her clit with my thumb to keep her wet. Her fingers fumbled with the plastic wrapping before she bit it and tore it with her teeth. “Forgot how big of a pain in the ass these boxes are.”
