Page 20 of Trick Play
She offers me a smile, her red lips curling at the corners. It’s the smile of a woman who knows exactly what kind of effect she has and is happy—no,thrilled—about it.
I can’t say I have any complaints.
While I may have enjoyed the challenge of the chase she’s presented so far, I like sexual partners who have some experience. I know there are guys who get off on pursuing wide-eyed virgins who exclaim over the size of their dicks because they have no frame of reference. Not me. It doesn’t take a lot to impress someone who doesn’t know what good is.
I like variety, and I like someone who knows what they like. What they want.
And something tells me Piper is just that kind of woman. The kind who’s unashamed of her desire and isn’t afraid to ask for what she needs.
I’m already half hard just from watching her walk down the steps of her dorm.
As she approaches, I straighten, meeting her with a smile and an obvious once-over. “You look beautiful,” I tell her, simple and honest.
She smiles prettily, showing her teeth this time. “Thank you, so do you.”
I chuckle at that and arch an eyebrow. “I look beautiful?”
She nods. “You have to know you’re pretty.”
My other eyebrows joins the first, high on my forehead. “I’m pretty?”
With a laugh, she shakes her head. “Yes. You’re pretty. Very.” Her eyes drop to my lips.
“I don’t think anyone’s called me pretty before.”
Her eyes meet mine again, her smile wide. “Maybe not to your face.”
“Is that a good thing?”
She makes a sound of amusement in her throat. “Well, I don’t think I’ve ever been offended by being called pretty. Sounds like a compliment to me.”
Leaning in until my mouth is only an inch from hers, I wait for her smile to fade a little so I can kiss her. “Well, then. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” she whispers.
I brush my lips across hers. It’s barely a kiss, but she gasps at the contact. And I can’t stop at just that brief hint of a touch. Not when she reacts like that.
My hand goes to her hip, my fingers flexing as my lips seal to hers and part, my tongue seeking just a tiny taste of her.
But again, once she responds, I’m lost to sensation. Lost to her. She tastes of mint, like she just brushed her teeth, and that fact is somehow ridiculously endearing.
She brushed her teeth. For me. Just in case of this.
Forcing myself to stop, I pull back with a crooked grin, enjoying the way she’s looking up at me, her lips still parted, her eyelids heavy, her hands gripping the open halves of my jacket.
She seems to come back to herself slowly, blinking rapidly, her hands loosening their grip, her mouth closing, then curving up into that self-satisfied smile again.
I release my hold on her hips and step back to open the door for her. She tosses me a grin as she climbs in, and I can’t help smiling back as I close the door behind her.
Once I’m in and we’re all buckled up and on our way, I glance at her. “Are you hungry? Or do you just want to go back to my place?” After that kiss, I’m ready to skip dinner and get right to the good part of this date. Our chemistry is incendiary, and I’d be happy to skip dinner entirely if it means I get to spend the evening feasting onher.Simon and Ellie are probably still home, but I can text him and tell him to get out. I’ve made myself scarce for them plenty over the last few weeks. It’s time for them to return the favor.
Piper just laughs. Not a cute giggle or a soft chuckle or anything. No, she guffaws, throwing her head back, peals of laughter ringing through the car, which makes me chuckle as well despite the fact that it’s an obvious no. Normally girls try to be all flirty and giggly. But she’s not putting on any kind of show for me. She’s just being herself. I like it.
She shakes her head. “No, I’m not going straight to your house. You promised me a date. That was our deal. I’m holding up my end of the bargain. A quick fuck and whatever leftovers happen to be in your fridge is not a date.”
I give her a crooked grin and a shrug. “You can’t blame a guy for trying.”
“I can, actually,” she murmurs, her smile more subdued, but still present. “You’re gonna have to work harder than that to get into my panties.”
