Page 30 of Trick Play
Plus, I want to see that dick. And I want to feel it inside me.
Cal’s moving around even as he’s kissing me, and if he’s going to make me tell him everything I want him to do to me in explicit detail, then I’m not going to be shy about shoving him away when I want to see what he’s up to.
Once his tongue’s out of my mouth, I wriggle back far enough so I can sit up in time to see him straighten and shove his pants and underwear down all at once. His chest is mostly hair free, and I don’t know if he grooms it that way or if he’s just naturally hairless, but he’s got the most delicious treasure trail leading to an even more delicious treasure. His cock juts out from his torso, thick and proud in its nest of dark blond hair.
And I want to touch it.
But when I reach for it, he catches my wrist in his hand. So I use my other hand, and he doesn’t have time to catch it before my fingers circle his girth and give him a squeeze. His cock jerks in response, and I can’t help smiling. When I look up to meet Cal’s eye, he’s practically glaring at me, a muscle in his jaw ticking.
So I do what any self-respecting girl would do with a big, muscley guy staring down at her with his cock in her hand—I swipe my tongue over his cock head, picking up the salty taste of his precum.
He groans. “Fuck, Piper. Fuuuuck. I need a condom.”
After one more lick—turnabout is fair play, after all—I release him. “What are you waiting for?”
He gives me another baleful glare, and then moves to his dresser, kicking his pants out of the way in the process. “Fuck.”
But this curse sounds like one of frustration, not the sexy curses he’s been muttering since we got here. He tosses the condom box down. “Empty.”
I make grabby hands in the direction of the door, where my jacket and purse ended up. “Hand me my purse.”
He cocks an eyebrow at me, a sexy grin growing on his face as he does what I ask. His body is a work of art, golden skin stretched taut over chiseled muscles that bunch and flex in delightful ways as he bends to scoop up my purse and hand it to me.
When I pull out the small boxes of condoms, he chuckles in delight, swiping one out of my hand—Magnums, of course—and bending to kiss me, quick and hard. “I haveneverbeen more attracted to you than I am right now,” he says before straightening and tearing into it.
He makes short work of sheathing himself, and then he hooks his hands under my knees and pulls me closer, the tip of his cock lining up with my entrance.
“Do it,” I whisper. “Fuck me. Now.”
“No please this time?” he asks, the cocky little shit.
“You really need me to beg again? When you know you’re dying to get inside me?”
The tip of him nudges my opening, and he releases my legs to prop his fists on the bed on either side of me.
I raise my face to his, and he closes the last fraction of an inch, his lips parting mine as his cock slides into me, stretching my swollen tissues in the most delicious way. He swallows my groan as he gives me his own. Stilling when his hips meet mine, he raises his head, staring into my eyes as he withdraws ever so slightly and rocks into me.
“Fuck, Piper,” he whispers, his tone reverent.
Too reverent. This isn’t supposed to be tender and sweet. It’s supposed to be sexy and rough andoveronce we’re done. There’s no room here for whispers and caresses. Just flesh slapping flesh as we ride each other to our separate pleasure. I’ve got mine. It’s time for him to get his.
I curl my lips in a deliberately wicked smile. “Yes, that’s the idea.” And I squeeze my internal muscles around him, pushing my hips into him.
He groans again, his eyes falling closed, but he’s powerless to resist this, rocking into me again. Still achingly slow, small movements, like he’s afraid of really letting loose. I know he’s been dying to get inside me since we kissed in front of the dorm. And for some reason he’s still holding back. Is this more of his kink where he makes me tell him what I want?
Licking my lips, I force my brain to form words. “Fuck me, Cal. Hard and fast. Fuck me like you mean it.”
At first I think that might’ve been a miscalculation. Too goading, maybe? Because he stills, his eyes flashing with something dark when they meet mine. Then he growls, one hand sliding under my ass and lifting my hips an inch, and then he pulls back almost all the way and slams himself back into me, driving all the air from my body, leaving room only for him. Again. And again. Still slow, but getting faster with each stroke.
“Like that?” he demands through clenched teeth. “That how you want me to fuck you?”
My answer is little more than a grunt, because that’s all I can manage when he’s fucking me so hard, and with the way he angled my hips, each stroke plows over my G-spot. It’s almost too much, but I can’t back away. Can’t resist. Can’t do anything but take it.
“Yeah,” he mutters. “Fuck yeah. That’s what you want. I told you I’d give you what you need. Fucking take it. Take it deep and hard and rough. Fuck.” He growls again, punctuated by muttered curses, his hips pistoning faster, and holy shit. Oh fuck.
Oh fuck oh fuck ohfuck.
My muscles pull tighter with every stroke, my entire being focused on the few inches between my legs and the drag of his cock in and out of me, and I’m going to come again. I didn’t think I could after that. I didn’t know my body could ever respond like this.
