Page 91 of Trick Play
When I let out a desperate groan, he drops my leg and pivots us, backing me up until the backs of my knees hit the bed. Sitting, I grip his jersey and pull him down with me.
With that smirk I’ve come to love on his face, he follows, climbing on the bed as I kick off my shoes and scoot back. He yanks the jersey out of his waistband and pulls it off, but holds himself up and over me, tantalizingly out of reach as he looks me over, something like reverence on his face.
“This is for real?” he asks, like he can’t quite believe his good fortune, even though I already said it. “You forgive me?”
Reaching up, I cup his face with my hands, and he brings himself closer. “This is for real,” I confirm. “I forgive you.”
His eyelids fall closed, like he’s soaking in the words.
“Now make love to me,” I whisper.
His eyes open, full of tenderness and affection. “My pleasure.”
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
Cal
My breath shudders as I release it slowly, trying my best to maintain my control and my composure as Piper looks up at me with love in her eyes. I don’t even have the words to express how I feel right now. Amazed. Overwhelmed. Grateful.
Fortunately she doesn’t want words from me. Not anymore. Apparently what I said before, my rambling, stupid explanation somehow did the trick. After weeks of no contact, of mentally rehearsing what I would say if she ever gave me the chance, I’d given up hope that she’d ever not be mad at me. And who could blame her? Especially after what happened with the last guy. He used her to score points with his frat brothers. And I started out using her, too. While my actions may not have violated her physically in the same way, it was no less of a betrayal.
Of course, by the time I found out about that asshole, I was already in over my head with her.
And now she’s back, pulling me in for another kiss. Her soft lips part under mine, pliant and willing, welcoming me back to her, and it’s everything I could hope for. As I deepen the kiss, it turns more passionate, and I layer my body over hers, the fabric of her sweatshirt cool against my overheated skin. Her hands roam my back, exploring like it’s our first time. In a way, it kinda is. It’s our first time with no ulterior motives, no subterfuge, no distractions. Just us, what we have and what we want.
I slip my hands under her top, and she pushes on my shoulders so she can sit up, letting me take her clothes off. As I’m tossing aside her sweatshirt and whatever she had on underneath that I took off all at once, she’s already reaching behind her to undo the clasp of her bra.
The cups loosen, then she pulls the straps down, and my hands cup her soft flesh, my thumbs moving in circles around her nipples so they pull up into tight peaks. Rolling one between my thumb and finger, I bend to take the other into my mouth.
She arches into me, her fingers sliding into my hair to hold me in place.
This. Fucking hell, this is what I’ve missed so much. Her skin. Her soft sighs.Her.The way she makes me feel. The things she does to me without even trying. She’s turned me from a serial hook-up guy who only cares about himself to a one-woman man who’s willing to sacrifice his desires for someone else’s benefit. If you’d told me I’d end up here a few months ago, I would’ve laughed and laughed.
But I don’t feel like laughing now.
I feel like stripping off the rest of our clothes and sliding inside Piper’s sweet little pussy and losing myself there so I can find us both on the other side.
She whimpers in protest when I pull away, but when I stand and undo my jeans, shoving them and my boxer briefs down and off, she sits up, devouring my naked body with her eyes.
I make a show of rubbing my chest, then dragging my hand down my belly to fist my cock, giving it a few slow strokes while she watches. My breath hisses between my teeth when she crawls closer and reaches for me, her hand nudging mine out of the way so she can take over. When she swipes her tongue over the crown, my eyes practically roll back in my head, and I have to force my legs to keep holding me up.
“Condom,” I grit out as she closes her lips around me and gives a gentle suck, followed by another swirl of her wicked tongue. “I was gonna get a condom.”
She looks up at me, her lips tightening in a smile around my dick, and fuck me, that’s hot. “In a minute,” she pulls off and whispers before diving back on, bobbing her head over me a few times.
I groan, because I fucking love blow jobs, and I haven’t had one in way too long. But I also really want to be inside her. It’s the worst kind of dilemma.
After a moment, she releases me, wiping her bottom lip with her thumb, a seductive grin on her face. “You get the condom. I’ll finish getting undressed.”
I’m distracted from the condom by her standing and shimmying out of her pants, though.
Her husky laugh pulls me out of my trance, and I turn to start digging through Simon’s stuff. I didn’t bring condoms, because I wasn’t planning on getting laid. I know he did, though—which, gross, but I’m not thinking about that now. I’ll buy some to replace them later.
I find his stash in the inside pocket of his duffle bag and make quick work of covering myself. Piper’s already back on the bed, lying on her side like she’s posing for a painting, her head propped up on her hand as she watches me, her eyes dark with lust and sparkling with happiness.
She rolls onto her back as I approach, her thighs parting to make room for me to kneel between them. I rub my cock all over her pussy, loving the way her lips part on a tiny gasp as I spread her wetness all around. Her hips move, and I’m not sure if she’s trying to rub herself on me more or get me inside her, but either way, I’m happy to give her what she wants.
“Say it, baby.” It comes out as more of a dark command than I intend, but her pupils dilate even more.
