Play Maker (Bitsberg Knights Duet)

I craned around and watched as he knelt behind me. With a sharp gasp, I arched my back, popping my ass higher into the air as his breath hit my skin. His tongue made hot little circles up the insides of my thigh and I clenched every muscle tight. He peeled my panties aside, exposing everything. His tongue worked up and down across my pussy, teasing my clit and circling the opening until I was panting and clawing at the bed like some kind of wild animal. He was giving me just enough to drive me insane, but nowhere near enough to get me off, even as the pressure and ache grew stronger with each heartbeat.

My nails dug into the covers, twisting the material between my fingers. “Ross, please,” I pleaded, glancing behind me.

He stroked my clit with his fingers, and his tongue moved up, up, and more up.

“Ross!” I cried, my eyes going wide but quickly falling closed again as an intense wave of pleasure sucked me back under the surface again. I couldn’t think straight. His tongue moved between my ass cheeks and danced around my asshole, and I bit down on my lower lip, hard enough that I tasted the tang of blood. It was so wrong, but it felt so fucking sexy. I couldn’t imagine what he was doing, and I was powerless to stop him. I didn’t want him to stop.

His fingers slid deep inside of me, caressing and teasing my g-spot as his tongue swirled and stroked my ass with precise, searing flicks that lit me on fire inside and out.

When Ross slipped his thumb inside my ass, I lost it. My orgasm came hard and fast, like a thunderbolt, ripping through the sky and shaking the ground as it hit. I shuddered and moaned, begging and pleading, clinging to the bed for dear, sweet life. Flashes and fireworks exploded behind my eyes.

My thighs shook as I lowered down to the bed. Every muscle was like a well-wrung sponge, lifeless and unable to move. I turned my head against the pillow and caught Ross’s eye. “You. Are. A. Very. Naughty. Boy.”

He gave a lazy, half-cocked smile and didn’t even attempt an argument. Without a word, he moved over me, and I gasped when he teased my lower lips with the tip of his hard cock. “You have no idea.”

I laughed softly. “And here you play this nice, quiet normal guy.”

“Normal is overrated.” Ross chuckled and lifted my hips. “This is all for you, girl. You make me want to do crazy things.”

“Dirty things, apparently.”

He laughed and rocked into me.

Damn this feels good!

I’d never been entered from behind before Ross, and it was like he was made for me, a perfect fit. Holy shit! Every move set off fireworks and left me breathlessly clinging to the bed. I moaned loudly. It embarrassingly sounded like a wild animal, but I was unable to hold it back.

Jeez Louise, that’s good.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Let me hear you.” Ross tugged my hips. “That’s so damn sexy.”

Ross pushed into me again. His dick was a perfect fit. Every time he thrust, it hit THAT spot. He spreads my legs further apart. “You're so fucking wet… and sexy.”

His guttural moans were going to unravel me. And his dirty whispers.

Ross growled, “Come for me, baby. Cover my cock in your creamy juices.” And I did. Like a wave washing up to the shore in a hurricane.

When he was spent, he released me, and I slid down to the bed like a pool of honey, slow and lazy. Every cell was tingling with the warm afterglow of great sex, but a new craving welled up as soon as Ross wasn’t inside of me anymore. I rolled to my side and found him facing me, his eyes studying me.

I resisted the urge to shrink up into a ball and hide my too-soft stomach. The look in Ross’s eyes told me that was the farthest thing from his mind. He pulled my leg over his hip and dropped a meaningful glance down between our bodies. My own eyes went wide as he reached down and stroked a finger through my slit. I was wet again, aching for his touch, and the featherlight graze was enough to make me moan. “Looks like that pretty little pussy needs more,” he said, his voice a low growl.

I sucked in my lower lip and nodded, my body pulsing in agreement. “Now?”

He smiled over at me, his blue eyes full of desire and need. “Fuck yeah, baby. I promised you all night, didn’t I?”

17

Ross

Sunlight streaming through the window woke me before the alarm went off. Despite the less-than-restful night, I was filled with energy and knew there was no point in even trying to eke out another hour of sleep. Beside me, Shelby’s body was covered up with the sheet. It clung to her body and my eyes took a lingering tour over the curve of her hip, where it flared out and met her thighs. Her skin looked so soft, almost like porcelain.