Page 54 of Dirty Play

“Of course, I didn’t want to miss this one,” I tell him truthfully.

“I’m glad,” he says with a smile. “Now get some sleep and show this young lady where she can lie down. It can’t be easy driving with you for that long… I know how you get,” he teases.

The first thing I notice when I wake up is that I have something hard pressing against me, specifically against my cock. But then the memories of last night come rushing back, and I remember how I crept in here at one in the morning because I couldn’t sleep.

Between the pain from sitting in the car for so long and forgetting to keep up with my meds again, I just couldn’t get comfortable. And the anxiety about being back in this house after so long, I just didn’t really want to be alone. Thankfully, I was in my old room, and Gwen was in Vince’s. A Jack and Jill bathroom in the middle made sneaking over easy.

Not that I needed to sneak over to see Gwen—we’re grown-ass adults—but damn, I’d at least like to say hello to everyone before they find me in her bed. Even if all we did was sleep.

Gwen wiggles a bit and then freezes, finding my arm draped over her because, apparently, I didn’t move at all and stayed spooning her all through the night.

“What’re you doing in here, Cade?” she whispers like anyone might hear us here. Vince and I had rooms on the opposite side of the house from the rest of the family. We loved it, and it worked for my mom because she didn’t have to smell the stinky boys and their stinky sports equipment all the time—her words, not mine.

“I’m sleeping,” I grumble, nuzzling her hair as I pull her in close. I’m sore, and my body definitely hurts, but that won’t stop me from cuddling her.

“Yes, thank you for stating the obvious, Mr. Williams. But why are you in my bed when you have a perfectly good one next door?”

“Well, technically, it’s my brother’s bed.”

“Caaaade,” Gwen whines, “what are your parents going to think of me if they see you in here? They’ve barely even met me, and for all they know, I’m just here to help you out. Which, if we’re being technical, is the reason I’m here.”

“You’re grumpy in the morning.”

“Yes, I need my caffeine, and I’m definitely not going out there until I look presentable,” she grumbles, and I know that’s her little hint that she needs to get up and get ready unless I want to deal with Grumpy Gwen all day.

“Fine,” I agree, pulling my arm back. I move to let her get up, but she surprises me when she flips over and kisses me instead. Not a quick peck either. Her hands find my face and her mouth opens in a slow, languid kiss. This is definitely my type of good morning kiss, only, I'm not ready for it to end.

With my hand in her hair, I pull her in for one more as I get an idea. “Do you trust me?”

She pauses for only a moment before nodding.

“Then get naked.”

I watch her as she casually slides off her tank top, showing me her tits. My marks have already disappeared, which just gives me the urge to leave more. She starts untying her shorts, watching me as she bites her lip—that little smirk is my undoing.

I stand and move to the chair at the end of the bed, sitting down to face Gwen, her sexy body almost fully unwrapped now, and I feel like she’s a present I'm not allowed to touch.

It’s torture.

And it gets even worse when she slides her shorts down, revealing she’s bare underneath. My hand slides into my briefs, gripping myself tightly as I watch her scoot up on the bed, leaning back on her elbows to watch me, her excitement palpable.

I know she won’t let me touch her, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still be in control of her orgasms. Her eyes fall to my lap, my hand stroking my dick, and I watch as she clenches her thighs, hiding the one thing I want to see right now.

“Like what you see?” I growl.

“I do.”

The side of my lip curls up—her boldness is such a turn on. Lifting my hips, I slide my briefs all the way down and lean back in the chair.

“Is that better?”

“It’d be better if I were sitting on it,” Gwen whispers, her eyes never leaving my dick, “but you’re not cleared, remember? Not a chance in hell I’m injuring you because we fucked before you were ready. Not sure your doctor would ever let me live that down.” She watches intently as I fist myself, sliding my hand up and down as beads of precum start forming.

“What do you have planned for me that I might get injured? It sounds kinky.” I grin and watch her blush immediately, the flush taking over her cheeks and spreading down to her breasts—she’s so fucking pretty. She looks up at me and smiles, opening her legs, finally showing me exactly what I want. “I may not be cleared to fuck you, but they said nothing about me jerking off. I mean, how do you think I’ve survived not fucking you this long? But right now… it’s not about me. I’m going to make good on a promise and make you come without even touching you.”

She quirks an eyebrow at me, obvious disbelief on her face, but there’s a glint in her eyes. My girl likes this.

“All you have to do is follow my directions. Can you do that for me?”

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