Rich Player (The Dirty Thirty Pledge 3)

“That’s good enough for me,” he laughs.

And then he’s kissing me again, walking us to the back of the room to a door I assume leads to the bedroom. A suite like this has got to have a fucking fantastic bedroom, and I’m not disappointed. The bed looks like it goes on for miles, freshly made with crisp white bedding, and that’s all I have a chance to take in before we tumble onto it together, Glenn rolling so that his body is covering mine. Pinning me possessively with his weight and I can feel the cock I just asked for straining in between us.

I like that feeling, all pressed up against each other, bodies lining up perfectly. It’s the perfect prelude to everything, the friction warming me up and making me a little desperate. It would only be better if we were naked, and I intend for that to be the next step. When I reach for the hem of Glenn’s shirt, he stops me, hands on my wrists, pinning them the to bed. “We’ll get there,” he says. “Let me go first, and I promise you’ll have a chance to explore me. But I want to see what it takes to make you scream.”

“Tell me how.”

“I’m going to memorize your body with my mouth. Until you’re squirming and screaming I decide that you’ve had enough.

I shiver again, surrendering to the way he kisses the bare skin of my shoulder. The way fire from his lips licks across my skin is delicious. I’m glad I wore this top, because not much separates me from him. It’s a tight bandeaux, and I’m not wearing a bra underneath it. It laces up the back like a corset, so it’s the only way that I can get away with wearing it. He’s not going to know that though. “You’ll have to undo the laces,” I say.

He looks up at me for a second, mouth tipping up into a half smile. “We’ll get there.”

And he doesn’t rush, just continues the slow perusal of my body with his lips. I want him to move faster, and yet I don’t. Teeth scrape my skin above my breast, and I arch off the bed with a moan. This isn’t what I expected, this slow and sexy appraisal. I expected hot and hard and fast and yes. But the way he’s touching me, hands tracing down my waist and mouth grazing my skin, is kindling a fire in my gut that’s soon going to be raging out of control.

This top is tight—almost too tight because my breasts have swollen under his attention—and the fact that my nipples are as hard as the rock I use as my namesake is incredibly clear. Glenn notices. He slips the tip of one nipple between his teeth, and my heart skips a beat. The sharp sensation through the fabric is enough to cause streaks of cascading pleasure down my skin and lower. His tongue wets the fabric, making it damp. It clings to my skin when he bites down on me. That little extra bit of friction makes me moan. My pussy is wet again, and there’s a chance that I’m going to soak through my jeans.

But I don’t care. I want him to make me soak them.

“You have fantastic breasts, and I haven’t even seen them yet,” he says, catching my other nipple between his teeth, making me gasp and curse. He licks through the fabric before sucking that nipple into his mouth. Tonguing me, lavishing me. “I could spend hours here.”

“Hours?” I say, more breathless than I’d like. “How?” I’d never had any man spend more than a few minutes with my breasts, too eager to get to the rest of me.

He chuckles, pressing kisses to the seam of fabric against my skin just below my tits. They’re screaming for him to touch them more. Harder. “You’re turned on right now, and I’ve barely touched you. I could spend just an hour teasing these nipples of yours until you were so wet that all I’d have to do is blow on your clit for you to come.” He leans up close to me, blowing gently against my neck to prove a point. I shiver, goosebumps flowing down my body all the way to my toes. “And then I’d like to see my cock in-between them, cover them in lotion, and fuck them until I came. Maybe you’d come too.”

His hand slides under my back and his fingers slip between the laces with ease. The top loosens, and he pulls it free, tossing it to the floor beside the bed. I watch the color of his eyes darken as he takes in my tits. “Scratch that,” he says. “I’d fuck them until I came twice.” I laugh, because he’s smiling and I know that he’s saying it for a laugh, but I bite my lip to keep from telling him that he could do that. I would let him. But then his smile fades, and he’s looking me down with hunger. “And after I came, you would swallow all of it, whether or not you had to scrape it off your tits with your fingers.”