Page 81 of The Power Play

“Are you going to come on my cock, pretty girl?” I ask, thrusting up to meet her pace.

“If you fuck me right, I will.”

This woman.

“You better soak my dick. You wanted it so bad. So desperate to be fucked out here where anyone could catch us. Is that whatyou want? You want someone to catch you getting your sweet little cunt fucked?”

She moans at my words, “Yes, ah!”

“Yeah? Want them to watch and see exactly how you like to be fucked knowing they will never get to feel what I’m feeling right now?”

“Ah fuck keep talking,” she pleads, and I feel how much she likes my words with the way her pussy squeezes me.

The windows around us are fogged from our heavy breathing and sweat. Audrey picks up her pace, grinding, bouncing, and giving us both exactly what we want. When I start meeting her thrusts with my own, she slaps her hand on the window, gasping as I hold her hips, angling myself to hit the spot I know will make her see stars.

Her breathing increases and I know she’s building toward another orgasm with her gasps and pleas she’s letting out.

“Come on, pretty girl. Give it to me, show me how much you like my cock fucking you.”

“Charlie,” she cries. “So. Fucking. Good. I’m gonna…I’m so close Ohfuck,”she cries, falling forward onto my chest, clawing at my hair, my neck as she grinds her pelvis against mine and her pussy tightens around me.

I can’t hold back anymore as my thrusts become erratic fucking up into her and I feel my own release building. Groaning, I adjust to pull out just seconds before coming.

We stay pressed together, sweat slicked skin against skin until our breathing evens out. I don’t want to let her go. Which is why I don’t move, and she is the first one to separate our bodies.

Audrey grips my shoulders and just looks at me, still straddling my lap with my deflating cock between us, the result of my orgasm on both our skin, but neither of us move to do anything about it. We just look at each other. I push some of her hair that’s fallen in her face behind her ear, palming her jaw before bringing her in for a soft kiss.

It’s all I can do because if my mouth isn’t busy then it’s going to say things I certainly shouldn’t say. And I may be imagining it, but part of me feels like she’s doing the exact same thing.

31

The next day, after Charlie leaves for practice, I know that Chandler is alone at her house, so I go over there without warning her. This is what best friends are for and the only reason I don’t do this when the guys are home is because we all know what goes on in this house.

Knocking on the front door, Chandler answers with a bowl of cereal in her hand. She looks surprised to see me, but I speak before she can say anything, “I’m having a crisis.” I walk past her into the house.

I hear her shut the door before following me and I hear the humor in her voice when she says, “Huh, funny. I remember saying these exact same words to you almost exactly a year ago.”

“Yeah, this is a different crisis.”

“Well, I would hope so since you don’t have any cheating exes I can think of.”

I plop down on the large sectional in her living room, lying flat and throwing an arm over my eyes. “I’m having feelings.”

Without looking, I can hear the smug smile on her face. “What feelings are you having?”

I groan, loudly. “The scary kind.”

“Which would be…?”

I drop my arm. “I like Charlie. I like hima lot. So much that it’sscary!”Now, I can see her smug smile as she slowly chews her food. I narrow my eyes at my best friend. “What?”

She shrugs, taking another bite and just looks at me as she chews.

“What?!” I exclaim.

She takes her time before responding with words, “You love him.”

“Okay,whoa, I’m not saying that. Let’s calm down with the L word over here.”

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