Play Maker (Bitsberg Knights Duet)

And he looked for a long time. I wiggled on the bed, uncomfortably so, and he reached for my hips, anchoring me in place. “I want to see you, Shelby. Every. Perfect. Inch.”

I drew in a shaky breath but let him part my thighs until I was completely bared for him. He brushed his fingertip over my pussy, and I almost came undone. “Ross—” I pleaded, biting down on my lower lip to keep from begging. His featherlight touch was not enough. Not even close.

He slipped his hand back down between my thighs and rubbed his fingers through my swollen lips. “Damn, baby...” he lifted his fingers to his mouth and licked. “so sweet.”

Damn! Damn fuck shit, hell! I was panting, my brain was foggy, my pussy was throbbing, and I couldn’t fucking speak.

He teased my clit with the tip of his thumb and watched me writhe and buck, trying to get more pressure so I could just let it flow.

“Please, Ross, please,” I begged, clawing at the covers. He pulled his hand away, leaving me right before I could get off. My eyes went wide. He gave me a wicked smile that let me know he wasn’t incompetent—he was intentional.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll get you there,” he said, teasing me with a lazy circle around my clit.

I bit back a curse and watched as he moved from the bed to retrieve a condom from the bedside table. I stared, completely mesmerized, as he stroked his shaft before sliding it on. When he met my eyes, one hand still wrapped around his cock, he flashed that same wicked grin again. He came back to the end of the bed and tugged my hips so I was barely on the edge, my ass halfway off. I wrapped my legs around his and followed his gaze down between our bodies. With his cock in hand, he stroked me, slowly, teasing, and oh so fucking sexy.

I bit my lip and watched his eyes watching me. They were dark and focused. Like an animal getting ready to eat its prey. “You’re so fucking wet. I did this to you?”

“Uh-huh. Please, please, Ross.” I dug my nails into his lower back as I reached for him, trying to tug him closer, to get him inside of me. “I want you.”

So much for not begging.

Ross stroked my clit with the tip of his cock, and I gasped. Each stroke was getting me to the brink, tension and pressure building inside of me as I watched him stroke himself and pleasure me at the same time.

“You’re such a fuckin’ tease.” I breathed out. My breasts were rising and falling with each ragged breath. There was something slow and erotic and forbidden about it. I’d never had a guy study me so intently. It was vulnerable and raw and made me feel incredibly sexy.

I moaned as the sensations rippling over me got stronger and stronger, and just as I came, Ross slipped his cock inside me in one stroke that buried him all the way deep.

The powerful orgasm damn near doubled me over and rocketed through me at Hercules’ strength. My fingers dug into him as he thrust—no, pounded—into me, taking me through the powerful, dirty pleasure.

I was lost—all other thoughts or feelings had faded. All I could see, think, feel, or hear was him. Each thrust hit bottom and had me clinging to him, the covers, the headboard, anything I could grasp. He was good. His cock was made for sex. His lips were made for kisses.

My thighs gripped his hips tight until I got so weak I couldn’t, and Ross continued to fuck me a few seconds more, bringing himself to his own orgasm with a loud groan. Animalistic in its intensity.

Lord have mercy on my sinner’s soul.

My body was wrecked. Thrashed. Boneless.

I laid there for a minute, catching my breath. Ross had my thighs in his hands and a smile on his face straight from the devil himself.

“How the hell are you still standing?”

“S’easy. I’m an athlete.” His tongue came out and slid across his lips. “Bet I’d do better if I wasn’t standing, though.”

“You mean there’s more?”

He moved up onto the bed and laid back. “Like I said, baby girl,” he paused, taking a moment to catch his breath, “I’m an athlete.”

After a few minutes, his own breathing returned to normal and he rolled to one side and slung an arm over my waist. “Wow. That was better than I ever imagined. You got some sexy moves there, girl.”

I smiled even as my cheeks warmed. “Yeah? I was kind of thinking I needed a second go around to really decide well when you’re able.”

Ross laughed and slapped me playfully on the side of my ass. “Able? You got the jokes, funny girl?”

“Lots of them,” I replied, grinning up at him.