Page 22 of Playmaker

I push my fingers into her hair and press her firmly against the wall of the closet. It’s hard enough not to make noise for others to hear, but a few coats fall off the hangers and land at our feet. This kiss is filled with so much passion, so manyemotionsbehind it, that I find myself melting into her.

It’s getting hotter in this small place. We’re a clash of teeth and tongue, little beads of sweat traveling down my chest. She doesn’t seem to care, though, as her hands move down my biceps, squeezing firmly as if to get out her aggression.

Goodgodthis is the best kiss I’ve ever had.

I want to kiss her harder,deeper, until she can somehow understand how much I want her right now—how much space she’s taken up in my heart and mind over the years. How I will probably never be able to stop doing this.

“Wait. Cam.” She breaks away from the kiss, panting breathlessly. “It’s me. Um, Maddie. I—I don’t want you to regret this. I heard your voice, so I know it’s you. I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner, I just—”

“I know it’s you,” I pant against her lips. “I know it’s you, Mads.”

“And you don’t want to stop?”

I can’t take it anymore.

I remove both our blindfolds, and although it’s dark in here, I can still make out her features. She’s absolutelybreathtakingright now. Her lips are parted, and her eyes are wide as she awaits my answer. Her cheeks are a bright red from the heat, and I find myself completely and utterly lost in her.

“Not the least bit,” I reply, attempting to catch my breath. “Doyouwant to stop?”

She shakes her head and wraps her fingers in my curls to bring me back to her lips.

We have about five minutes left in here, and I’m going to make the most of it. I don’t know when—or if—we’ll be able to do this again.

I put my fingers back on her bra, tentatively seeking if she still wants me to go further. Mark revealed to me that she’s a virgin, and I was being truthful when I said I’ve never hooked up with one before. I don’t do attachments, but with Maddie . . .

The thought of Mark possibly being the one to give her those experiences makes me pull her bra back, still giving her the ability to tell me to stop. If she didn’t want me to do this, she wouldn’t allow me to. If I know one thing about Maddie? She always speaks her mind.

In response, Maddie’s hips buck up to fully press against my groin.

I’ll take that as a yes.

Finally, thank—fucking—finallyI’m able to move her bra to the side and feel what I’ve wanted to for years. Her tits are warm and soft, her nipples hard against my fingertips. I’ve always been a weak, weak man for her, and now is no different. I bend my head down and wrap my tongue around her nipple, licking and sucking andworshippingher.

I want to show her how good I am at this.

I’m sure she’s given herself plenty of orgasms before, but I want to give her one she doesn’t have control over. She has no idea how much pleasure can be felt when another person brings you to the brink of ecstasy.

“Cam,” she pants. “Oh mygod.”

I’m battling a case of blue balls, groaning at the sound of my name rolling off her tongue in such a seductive way. I’ve imagined her moaning it in my dreams but hearing it in person brings a whole new level of desire.

I continue to suck, gently rolling her nipple with my teeth before I ease the sting with my tongue. Her breasts are incredible, and given the opportunity, I’d please her just like this for hours.

Unfortunately, we aren’t granted eternity, so while I continue to lap her nipple, I press my hand between her legs, over her leggings, until her pussy is placed perfectly—

Fucking hell.

“You’re already soaked,” I groan, strumming my fingers along the fabric.

She’s biting on her lip in pure agony. This is the part where we should probably talk about the repercussions of this and should stop while we’re ahead, but her pussy has a heartbeat against my palm, and I’m too weak to pull away.

I put pressure with the heel of my hand against her clit, and my heart skips a beat at the fluttering of her lashes. She hooks her arms around my neck, growing limp in my arms aside from the occasional grinding she’s doing to gain friction.

“You need to come before this door opens and we’re caught,” I whisper gently into her ear. “Can you do that for me?”

She nods frantically, her pretty pussy rubbing against my palm.

So responsive.

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