Page 66 of Trick Play
She rubs herself against me with a soft moan. “I’ve missed you too.”
“Good.”
I pull her away from the door, sitting down on my bed and pulling her over me. I need her. On top of me, surrounding me, welcoming me home. I’ve been aching for her since I left her here on Thursday morning. It feels like an eternity ago, even though it’s only been a few days. How is it that since I met her, time has seemed to move both slower and faster? It feels like we’ve known each other forever, and yet when I’m with her, our time together is always over far too soon.
Peeling down her leggings, I barely wait for her to kick them the rest of the way off before sliding my hand between her thighs, finding her wet and ready for me already. She gasps into my mouth when I push two fingers inside her, finger fucking her until her fingers dig into my shoulders.
Then I lay back on the bed and urge her up my body with my hands on her ass. “C’mere, baby,” I whisper. “Let me taste you.”
She strips off her top, a slinky, soft tee with a wide neck that tends to fall off her shoulders, her bra following it until she’s naked and ready for me. There’s an awkward moment where she maneuvers her legs so she’s straddling my face, giving a self-deprecating laugh as my arms and her legs get tangled together.
But then I’m staring up at her soft, wet pussy, her scent surrounding me, and with my hands gripping her ass, I pull her down to my mouth. She gasps at the contact, her fingers going to my head, tangling in my hair.
I take my sweet time savoring her, running my tongue over every inch of flesh I can reach, dipping inside her a few times before focusing on her clit. I start slow, drawing circles around it, watching her body undulate over me.
Her hand tightens in my hair, and the sting of my scalp somehow makes this even better. My dick twitches when she slides her other hand up her torso to pinch her own nipples. I groan into her pussy, so fucking turned on I think I might come in my pants just from this.
When I suck her clit between my lips, she jerks, her thighs flexing and squeezing around my face, her hips moving gently. With my hands still firmly holding her ass, I encourage her to move as much as she wants.
She’s gasping and cursing and pinching her own nipples with both hands and holy fuck I need to be inside her. But I want her to come first. I want to watch the waves of her orgasm crash over her like this before I make her come again on my cock.
It’s become something of an obsession, seeing how many times and how many ways I can make her come each time we’re together, and it never gets old. I’ve always prided myself on my abilities in bed, making sure to leave a partner satisfied. I might have a reputation as a player, but I make sure none of the girls who flit around the edges of the football team wanting a turn with an elite athlete ever have reason to spread around that I’m selfish in bed. I might be selfish in other ways, but never there.
Being with Piper has taken that to the next level. Not only do I not want her to be able to complain about our bedroom activities to anyone, but I don’t want to give her reason to suspect she could get better anywhere else. Ever.
It starts as a slow tightening, first her thighs, then her ass. Her belly shrinks as she sucks it in, curling forward a little. And then it crashes over her almost in slow motion, once again starting with her thighs and working its way up her body. Her thighs shake and quiver as her pussy spasms against my tongue, a wave of release flowing over her entire body until she’s slumping in my hands, her hands once again on my head. When I don’t let up, she starts whimpering, trying to push away.
After one last lick, I let her, helping her off my face. She slumps over sideways on the bed, and I grin as I wipe my chin with one hand and reach for a condom with the other. Rolling onto her back, she looks up at me, her hair wild and spread over the bed, one arm thrown over her head. “I think you’re trying to kill me,” she says as she watches me shove my gray sweatpants down and off and roll the condom on.
“Why do you say that?” I ask as I climb onto the bed with her, hooking one leg with my hand and making room for me to move between her thighs.
She adjusts, moving down closer to me, welcoming me into the cradle of her body. When I prop myself over her on one arm and use my other hand to run the head of my cock all over her soaked pussy, she gasps, pressing her hips closer to me. “Because …” she says, her voice barely more than a breathless whisper. “You’re trying to fuck me to death.”
Chuckling, I slide inside her, holding back my urge to pound into her hard enough that she might think I’m trying to prove her right. When she lifts her knees, her thighs squeezing my hips, I flex deeper into her, making her arch and gasp. “Just trying to make sure you’re satisfied, baby,” I murmur against the skin of her collarbone.
And even though I desperately need to spend myself inside her, I want this to be more than some oral and a quick fuck. I need her to realize that what we have is different, special. That my desire to leave her satisfied has more to do with her now than it does with my own pride. I want her to want to come back. To come here when she’s upset. Or happy. Or horny. Especially horny. But anything in particular she’s feeling, I want her to feel comfortable telling me about it.
I don’t know how to say any of that without sounding like an idiot, though, so I’m doing my best to show her with my actions and my body that she’s safe with me. That she’s desired and cared for and important.
She pulls my face to hers, her tongue delving into my mouth, dueling with mine as her hips press up, meeting me stroke for stroke. I hold myself up on one elbow, my other hand moving constantly over her body, rolling her nipple between my thumb and finger, then sliding between our bodies, my thumb gathering some of her wetness before sliding it in circles over her clit.
“Fuck, Cal,” she whispers, and I can’t help but grin.
“That’s it, baby,” I encourage. “You know you love it when I make you come multiple times. You know you want to come for me, milking my cock with your hot little pussy. Don’t you?”
“Yessss,” she hisses out, her hips moving more, and I move my thumb in tighter circles, feeling her start to clench around me.
I cover her mouth with mine, swallowing her cry when she comes again, her pussy squeezing me in the way I’ve come to crave. I push through it, moving faster, harder, deeper, until the heat zips down my spine, my orgasm washing over me with her legs circling my hips and her arms around my shoulders, like she can’t bear the idea of ever letting me go.
Which works for me, because at this point I have no intention of letting her go, either.
My phone vibrates on my nightstand, then again a second later, ruining the moment. Groaning, I slide to the side, annoyed at whoever decided now was the time to text me. Another alert lights up my phone.
Brows pinched in a frown, I grab it and hold it over my face, intent on figuring out the best way to deal with this distraction. If I can respond quickly and get whoever it is to leave me the fuck alone, I’ll do that. If it’s something that requires a more detailed response, well, I’ll just put my phone on Do Not Disturb and deal with it later. But I’ve been away from Piper for too long, and I’m not willing to sacrifice my time with her for anything less than a true emergency.
“What are you doing?” Piper asks, and something in her voice has me looking over at her, concerned.
“Figuring out why someone’s texting me fifteen times in a row and getting them to stop.” I say it slowly, carefully, wondering what the big deal is.
