Page 212 of Well Played

Yes. She loves this.

Perhaps I could push the memories of what happened earlier from our minds. I released her nipple from my fingers and trailed them down her ribs, belly, and lower still. I thanked the Lord as I slid my fingers under the waistband of her track pants, beneath her underwear, and lower still.

She was soaked.

I’d known she would be. All those glances as we’d walked through the city of Vancouver—making our way from the Big Top to our hotel. She’d grabbed my ass in the elevator. She likely would’ve snatched my crotch, but awareness of cameras had us holding the passion in check.

I slid my fingers through her slick folds. Unerringly finding her clit, I gave it a flick.

She dug her fingers into my biceps. The thin fabric of my T-shirt was no impediment for her sharp fingernails. I loved when she raked me with her talons during the throes of passion. Aslong as she kept the marks to where they wouldn’t show during performances.

Suckling her nipple while sliding two fingers inside her proved challenging—but I wasalwaysup for something difficult.

She tapped my shoulder, letting me know she was close.

I flicked her clit with my thumb.

She stiffened, let out a long moan, and held herself still.

Knowing she’d be sore—and wouldn’t care—I kept up my ministrations. My lover was multi-orgasmic, so if I kept going, sometimes I could coax another climax or two out of her.

“Kaden.” Her voice came out as a hoarse whisper.

I released her nipple from my mouth and glanced up.

She’d worn her glorious, flaming-red hair down after practice—probably because she knew I loved it that way—and the curls framed a face I found so dear.

I cocked my head.

She shook hers.

Understanding her meaning, I flicked her clit once more as I withdrew my fingers. As I straightened, I sucked them.

“Jesus, that’s so fucking hot.” She reached for the button on my jeans.

I stilled her hand. “Why don’t we shower?” We’d worked up quite a sweat and had decided to come back to the hotel to clean up. Several of the cast and crew were planning a night out. Yaz and I were planning a night in.

A way to celebrate not dying today.

“Yes, shower.” She grinned wickedly.

Ten minutes later, she had my cock down her throat as she knelt at my feet.

I never asked this of her—but never turned her down if she offered.

Her talented tongue did all kinds of things to my shaft that drove me higher. Brought me closer to orgasm. She tongued my slit.

My head hit the back of the shower stall. If it hurt, I sure as shit didn’t feel it. “Love, pull off.”

She cupped my balls.

“I want to fuck you.” My balls drew up.

She doubled down with suction. She hollowed her cheeks and swallowed me down.

I came with a cry of joy. Of pleasure. Of relief.

Every time. This never got old. I’d always let her do this to me. I’d never deprive her of something she told me she loved as much as fucking.

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