Play Me (Take a Chance 3)

She blushed. “Top drawer in the nightstand. I’ll get it.”

“No. I will.”

“But—”

He shot her a look and she shut her mouth. She didn’t want him in that drawer for some reason. Why not? He released one of her hands, leaned over her bed, and opened the drawer. When he peeked inside, he caught sight of a pink vibrator with funny little bunny ear shaped things on it. Ah. So that’s what she was embarrassed about. She shouldn’t be. In fact, he just might have to use it on her sometime. Watch her squirm as she came. But not tonight.

Tonight, he would be the only thing making her scream with pleasure.

He tossed the condom onto her pillow, then returned his attention to her. He ran his fingers over her thighs, then yanked them open. She gasped at the abrupt gesture, but didn’t fight him. No, she looked up at him with so much passion in her eyes he thought he might explode. He kissed the top of her breast, then flicked his tongue over her nipple. She dug her fingers in his hair and urged him closer.

Begged for more without saying a thing.

And the weird thing was…she didn’t need to say a word. He knew what she wanted. It was both exhilarating and scary. He scraped his teeth over the sensitive skin, then sucked her bud into his mouth. As he did this, he rolled his hips against her, rubbing his cock against her core. Christ, she felt good.

“Garrett,” she half moaned, half whimpered.

His name on her lips made him ache to be inside her. Her back restlessly bowed off of the bed, but he held her still. As he sucked on her breast, he let go of one hip and slid his hand between her legs. She was soaking wet. So ready for him. But he couldn’t give in to the temptation to have his way with her quickly. He wanted to make her squirm and beg and plead.

Lightly, he traced a finger down her slit, teasing her clit with a soft touch. She moaned and opened her legs even more. He drew slow circles over her swollen nub, refusing to apply any pressure. When he slid his finger inside of her, she grabbed his shoulders and yanked him closer.

“Please,” she begged, her breathing rough and her voice hoarse.

He could have stood his ground and tortured her some more, as he planned, but he made the mistake of looking into her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, her swollen lips parted and even redder than they usually were. Blazing hunger reflected in their green depths. Hunger for him. Growling, he lowered his body, settling between her legs. He might be ready to make love to her, but she wasn’t ready yet. Not until she came apart in his arms. Elevating her hips by cupping her ass, he flicked his tongue against her clit and savored her taste. He’d fantasized about doing this since they were in high school. But now they were all grown up.

And he was going to blow her mind.

He held her hips in place as he teased her with his tongue. She dug her hands into the mattress and cried out. The sight of her breasts heaving with each harsh breath spurred him on. As he pleasured her with his tongue, he let her drop back to the mattress a little bit so he could use his free hand to unzip his zipper.

He let his pants fall to his knees, then tugged his boxers down, too. Once his cock was free, he returned his hand to her body and lifted her hips back up, increasing the pressure of his tongue. He could taste her orgasm coming. Could feel it in the tensing of her legs and her sweet pussy. He slid a finger inside of her just in time. She froze, her entire body tensing, and called out his name. He didn’t stop licking her or moving his fingers until she collapsed to the mattress with a shaky moan.

He rose to his feet, kicked free of his pants and boxers, and grabbed the condom—his gaze on her flushed face the whole time. This woman drove him crazy with need. She, in turn, was examining him. When she bit her bottom lip and sat up, he stopped opening the condom and watched her. She crawled toward him, naked and hot and downright sexy. When she reached the end of the bed, she ran a finger down the line of his stomach, right between his abs.

“I want to taste you, too.” Her eyes flitted up to his and she licked her lips. “May I?”

He swallowed hard, but his voice still came out rough. He handed her the half opened condom. “Yes. And you can put this on, too.”

She nodded and scooted forward until she was eye level with him. Then, so soft he barely felt it, she licked the tip of his shaft. Pure pleasure jolted through his blood, making his balls tighten and his cock twitch in anticipation. His whole body stiffened, and he knew immediately that this had been a bad idea. He wanted her too much to let her do this to him without losing all control.

But he tightened his fists and stood there anyway. He’d said she could do it—and he didn’t break his word. No matter how difficult it might be not to toss her down on the mattress and drive home inside of her heat. She closed her mouth over his head, sucking him in inch by slow inch.

Ah, shit.

He was a goner. He threaded his hands in her hair and urged her on, not leading her forward but supporting her. He rolled his hips against her, hissing at the way she slid her tongue over him while she sucked.

“Kiersten,” he uttered, her name sounding like a prayer on his lips, sweat breaking out on his forehead. She moaned and the vibrations almost sent him over the edge. Enough. He’d had enough for now. He tugged her hair gently, pulling free of her heavenly mouth. “Condom. Now.”

She pouted, but did as he asked. By the time she had it in place, he was even closer to the edge. He flipped her over onto her stomach and ran his hand over her sweet ass, then leaned over her. He bit down on her shoulder and then slammed inside her. No teasing or slow motions.

They were past that. He was past that.

For a second he worried he might have hurt her, because she cried out. But she reached behind them and dug her nails into his backside. “More.”

And then? He lost it. He closed his hands over her breasts, squeezing them and fucking her until he forgot his own name. By the time she convulsed around him, he was seconds from the edge himself. But something held him back. He needed to see her when he came. Watch her.

Picking her up, he flipped her over onto her back and slid back inside of her. Bracing his hands on either side of her head, he moved inside of her slowly. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his hips. He thought he might die of pleasure right then and there.

“Look at me,” he whispered, his voice soft.