Page 57 of Play the Field

Rolling my eyes, I kissed them. “No, I just wanted to show you something.”

We walked up to the front door together, taking the few wood steps up to a landing. Pulling a pair of keys from my pocket, I unlocked the door. And held it open for Cleo. They reluctantly stepped inside, looking around the empty unit. I could tell they were searching for something, a hidden mystery.

“What do you think?” I licked my lips as I followed behind them. It was a cute house, the only unit in the building which left some privacy. The kitchen had been remodeled, with sparkling new appliances and fresh paint on every wall.

“I mean, it’s a nice place but I don’t see why we’re here.” Cleo turned around to look at me. As soon as they saw my face, their jaw dropped. “Did you buy this fucking house?”

Scoffing, I shook my head. “God, no.” After a brief pause, I let a small smile creep onto my face. “But I did rent it.”

“What?” Cleo gawked. “Are you serious? Why? What about your place in the city?”

I waved off their concern. “I’m going to sublet it in the off-season and let the rent pay the mortgage. But this way, I won’t have to crash at my brother’s place anymore.”

Stunned, Cleo wandered around the living room more. “Did you do this for me?”

I hesitated. “It was a factor. But not the only reason. I like being here, it’s quiet and it’s easy to stay on track here when I’m not playing. And I wanted you to see that I have every intention of sticking around.”

Besides, it was a nice place. It was right in town which kept me within a few minutes of Daniel, Meredith, and the kids but also let me have some life in town. Cleo being right down the road was certainly a bonus.

“You know you don’t have to do this, right? We can make it work without you living here.” Cleo’s chest rose and fell quickly, their nerves ramping up.

“I know. But I want to.” I crossed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around their waist. Looking into their eyes, I smiled before pressing my lips into theirs. Like the first time, electricity lit up my body at their touch.

Their hands drifted down my back, hovering just above my ass. Our kisses grew more intense, our tongues beginning to press into each other’s mouths.

Moving me toward the counter, Cleo held me close. Their grip was tight and sent a whimper through my throat. Before I knew it, I was being pressed against the edge of the marble countertop.

Cleo gripped my thighs and lifted me onto the ledge. “I really want you.”

“Then take me.” I groaned between kisses as Cleo used their body to spread my legs. My center was already glowing slick at their touch.

Not needing more direction, Cleo’s hands moved from my ass to the button of my jeans. They swiftly undid them, without breaking our lips apart. Hungry for me, they pushed my chest back. My palms pressed flat against the cold stone of the counter.

Tugging on the denim, Cleo started to pull them over my ass as I lifted myself up just a few inches. I moaned as the fabric slipped over my legs.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” My head rolled back as Cleo bent down to slide the jeans onto the floor.

“I won’t wait any longer.” Cleo shook their head, letting their fingers touch the pink, mesh thong covering my folds. As soon as they felt my warmth through the fabric, their head dropped to my shoulder. “Oh my god, you’re already soaked.”

I knew it was true, feeling my pleasure covering the panties.

Pushing the mesh to the side, Cleo pressed their fingers into my folds and moved them in wide, gentle circles. My clit throbbed at their touch, soft moans leaving my lips as my head rolled back.

Athudsounded as my skull met the wood of the cabinets. “Fuck.”

“Are you okay?” Cleo looked up, not stopping their fingers from pushing back my hood.

Nodding, I moaned. “Yes, fuck me.”

Smirking up at me, Cleo licked their lips and let their fingers slide down my slit toward my entrance. Their eyes rolled back as they met my excitement. As they watched my face, they massaged two fingers inside of me. I felt my channel stretch for them, allowing their knuckles to rub my G-spot.

“Right there,” I begged as my hips started to rock along their hand. My body had anticipated their touch for hours, the thought of having this place to ourselves sending waves of excitement through me.

Cleo let a low rumble of a laugh escape their lungs as they watched me grind against their body. My thighs trembled as they tried to stay open. Luckily, Cleo’s body kept them from closing. With each thrust, Cleo massaged my perfect spot and brought me closer and closer to my peak.

A part of me wanted to hold off, wanting to make this last forever. But they were far too gorgeous and I was far too excited to have any control over when I fell over that cliff.

Leaning my head against the cabinet, I let my body take over. Goosebumps rose on my skin as they kept pace, slipping in another finger.

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