Page 28 of Trick Play
Her lips are delicious under mine, and the way she meets each thrust of my tongue only makes me more excited to see how enthusiastic she’ll be once things really get started. Sliding my hands down over her ass, I grip her upper thighs, pulling her up and around my waist and once she’s hanging on, I brace my arm along her spine to lay her back without losing contact at any point.
Once she’s on her back, I only have to make a slight adjustment and I can grind my aching cock into her hot little pussy. It’s nowhere near enough. My fucking jeans are still in the way, and I hate them more than anything right now. But I haven’t taken them off on purpose. As a reminder that no matter how much my dick is begging to be enveloped by her, I need to make sure she comes first.
But I can’t help rocking against her just one more time.
She turns her head to the side, breaking the kiss, her chest rising and falling under mine, her heart pounding in time with mine. “Fuck,” she breathes.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Chuckling, she turns and meets my eyes as I drop more kisses down her sternum, hooking the edge of a bra cup with a finger and tugging it aside so I can run my tongue over and around her hard pink nipple.
She presses her chest up, wordlessly asking for more with a soft hum of pleasure.
But that’s not good enough.
“Say it,” I command, blowing softly over her nipple, making it draw up even tighter.
“You’re a bastard,” she mutters.
I grin. “I am. But if you want me to keep going, you have to say it. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
Relaxing her back, she stares at me with solemn dark eyes for a moment. Then she lifts her head, her hand coming up and tangling in my hair, bringing my face close to hers. “You want me to tell you what I want you to do to me?” she asks, her voice a deadly whisper.
“Yes. Tell me.”
Her delicate nostrils flare as she stares into my eyes. “I want you to quit fucking around and demanding that I articulate everything before you do it again. I want you to suck on my nipples, then fuck me with your fingers while you suck on my clit until I come, and then I want you to put a condom on your dick and fill me up until I scream with pleasure.”
I can’t breathe. Holy shit. She just …fuuuuuck. This chick.
“Is that explicit enough for you?”
I nod, my scalp stinging with her grip in my hair. Somehow that only adds an edge to all of this.
“Good.” She releases her hold on me and rests her head on the bed again, her back arching up for a moment and her hands disappearing behind her back. When she pulls her hands out, she pulls her bra straps off her arms and flings the lingerie somewhere, leaving her topless and waiting for me to do what she just told me she wanted.
Dipping my head, I hold her gaze as I circle her nipple with my pointed tongue once more.
“Good boy,” she says, practically cooing.
Oh, I’m a good boy, am I? We’ll see about that.
I suck her nipple between my lips and then press the edge of my teeth against it. Gently at first, then progressively harder until she gasps, her eyes wide as she looks at me. I scrub my tongue over the tip quickly, then release that nipple so I can give the other the same treatment.
This time when I bite down, she lets out a low, throaty moan. And fuck. Maybe I am a good boy. If this is the reward I get—her moaning and rubbing herself against me—I’ll take it.
Dragging my mouth down her belly, I pause to nip at her ribcage, her hip, the skin just above her bare mound, before settling on my knees on the floor. I tug her panties down, slowly at first, because while she might want me to stop teasing, I’m not quite that obedient, then all at once when they get past her thighs. With my hands on her hips, I yank her closer to me, then press her legs back and apart, revealing her dripping pussy to me for the first time.
Christ, she really is going to be the death of me.
She wiggles against my restraining hands, clearly desperate for my mouth. And if that weren’t enough, she says, “Cal,” in a warning voice, all stern and sexy as fuck.
But like I said, I’m not that obedient.
I rub my nose up her inner thigh, starting just above her knee, stopping less than halfway up. “Hmm?”
“Please.” This time it’s a broken plea.
“Please what?” I barely recognize the dark edge of my own voice. But if she’s going to beg, I want her to beg properly.
