Rich Player (The Dirty Thirty Pledge 3)

“And?”

“And I can’t wait to have my dessert.” He sinks to his knees in front of me, and I can’t even speak as he peels my pants down my legs far enough that I’m exposed to him and far enough that he can taste me. He strokes a finger across me, finding me wet and ready, and then his tongue is on me, and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out.

Glenn is not gentle. He devours my pussy, tongue and lips sucking at my entrance and clit, and all I can do is fall back against the brick wall behind me. Anyone could come around the corner, or out the back door, and see him with his mouth on me. But I don’t care because it feels so good. Let them come. Let them look at me getting consumed by this man.

I can’t even count the number of orgasms he gave me last night, and my body rises to the occasion. Muscle memory of coming over and over again. On his cock. On his mouth. On his hand. Pleasure sinks through my gut, sweet and deep, and rises to meet his mouth. Higher and higher. God, yes.

And then nothing.

He pulls away, quickly pulling my pants up and fastening them before pinning me to the wall with a bruising kiss. My body is echoing with lost pleasure, and I can taste myself on his lips.

I stare at him when he pulls away. The slow smile on his face is smug and I could just slap it off. Or kiss him, I’m not sure which. “Did you forget?”

“Of course not.” But I did. For a second, I did.

He laughs as he kisses me again, “Lean into it. Embrace it.”

“You’re mad.”

“Yes.” He reaches between my legs and strokes along the seam of my jeans, just enough pressure to make me moan. “No touching,” he reminds me. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

He disappears out of the alley and I’m left panting and desperate. Why did I agree to this? It’s going to be the longest week in the history of humanity.

My hand is shaking so badly that I can barely put on my mascara. Normally I wouldn’t be so worried about make-up, but it’s Monday, and it’s the day. It’s been a week. I’m about to drive over to Glenn’s place in Green Hills, and he’s going to fuck me until I have to call in sick because I can’t walk.

I used to laugh at people who said that you could get so aroused that a breeze could do it. Well, I’m there. Every day for the past week, Glenn has appeared after work, and he’s brought me to the edge. He’s had me bring him to the edge too. Sometimes it’s multiple times. But every time I get close, it gets harder to hold back and it’s been fucking torture.

At the same time, I understand why Glenn had us do it. I’m so aware of my body. Of his body. I’m ready to explode, and I know that he’s barely going to have to touch me for it to happen. I’m ready.

Fuck the mascara. I’m going to sweat it off anyway. Grabbing my purse, I head out to my car, and even the way the seat is pressing against me is turning me on. God, I’ve never felt like this before. I told Glenn I’d gone a week without masturbating, and that’s true. But that’s not the same. Forgetting or being too busy is not the same as being told that you’re not allowed to. Or someone trying to take you as close as they can with no intention of finishing you off.

It’s been an experience that I’ll never forget. But we’re not doing this again for a long damn time.

This is the longest drive of my life. When Glenn’s house comes into view, my body is practically crying out in relief and I’m already wet out of sheer anticipation. I can’t get out of the car fast enough.

My breath disappears from my chest when I see Glenn open the door. He’s already shirtless, perfect chest and abs that look good enough to eat. He doesn’t get a word out before I’m kissing him, and he’s right there with me, pulling me inside and pulling the dress I’m wearing over my head. I didn’t even wear underwear because I wanted this to be as easy as possible.

He gets us up the stairs and into his bedroom. I’m not sure how. I would have fucked him in the foyer if he’d have let me. “Glenn,” I breathe, “I need—”

“I know.”

I collapse onto the bed and pull him with me, but he’s already sinking down, putting his mouth on me. It’s like setting a match to gasoline. I go up in flames. I’m so ready, and I don’t hold back. His fingers and tongue take me up and over and I’m in a shining supernova of pleasure that has me screaming in release and relief.