Page 48 of The Player

He scatters kisses down my spine, licking and sucking at the skin until it feels as if all my nerves have risen to the surface. Then he rises, letting go of my dick.

“I want to fuck you,” he whispers. “Is that something you’d do?”

“Oh god,yes,” I say far too fervently, and his mouth twitches. Then he frowns.

“Do you have any lube or condoms?” he whispers. “I didn’t bring any.”

I lean against the sofa, panting and trying to get my brain in gear. “Upstairs in the bedside table,” I finally say. He pulls back,and I half turn, keeping one hand on the sofa for balance as my head is spinning. “Check the expiration date on the condoms. It’s been that long since I had sex. I think George the Sixth was on the throne.”

He shakes his head, his eyes shining. “Get naked,” he instructs and dashes up the stairs.

I wait, mentally counting down until I hear what I expected. “Ouch! Motherfucker.”

“I don’t know how many times you’ve done that,” I call. “When is it going to sink in that the ceiling is low there?”

“Tell me again after I’ve fucked you,” he shouts back. “I might pay attention then.”

I shake my head and take a deep breath.Are we doing this? Am I going to fuck my best friend, the man I’ve realised I’m in love with?I grin and tear my clothes off.You bet I fucking am.

Footsteps sound, and I turn to face him, leaning back against the sofa. He’s taken the time to take off his own clothes, and I watch him come towards me, feeling my breath coming short as my eyes eat him up. Con is a devastating sight naked. His shoulders and chest are a wide stretch leading down to narrow hips and long legs, all of it covered in olive skin. The tattoos on his arms and hands gleam in the light as he stands, watching me as he rolls the condom down his cock. I swallow hard. It’s huge. Easily the biggest I’ve ever had.

“Come here,” he says hoarsely, and I look up to find him smiling at me. He holds out his arms, and it’s as natural as breathing to walk into them. He bends and kisses me, and my thoughts spin away, all my senses taken up with the feel of him naked against me, the sleekness of his skin, the calloused fingertips running over my body, and the scent of him around me. I feel safe and warm. And free. Completely free.

He walks me back, still kissing me, and his hands lower to my arse. He cups it, bringing me against him, and then spinsme. “Bend over,” he growls, and I shudder and hasten to obey. Leaning over the sofa, I wait.

“Show me,” he says gutturally, and I grab my arse cheeks and pull them apart until he can see my hole. “So pretty,” he says, and I moan as he pets it. There’s a click of a cap, and then I feel his slippery finger run down my crevice. I sway, panting with my head lowered and staring blindly at the sofa, and then squeeze my eyes shut as he rubs my hole, sparking up the nerves before sliding the tip in.

“Oh god,” I whisper. “Go deep.”

“Not yet,” he says, his voice hoarse. “You’re really tight, Frankie.”

“I should imagine it’s sealed up tighter than a cave entrance after a rockfall,” I observe, and he chuckles, resting his face against my back for a second and kissing it.

“Have some patience,” he advises me. “I’m not hurting you.”

I crane my face around, wanting to see him suddenly. His face is flushed, his lips full, and his hair is sticking up everywhere from where my fingers have been in it. “Really?” I say, and he knows instantly that I’m not talking about sex.

“Never,” he says firmly. “Notever, Frankie.”

I purse my lips, and he leans in, giving me the softest, sweetest kiss. It’s not anything I’ve had during sex before. In the past, sex has been fast and furious and all about getting off, but this sweet kiss makes my breath catch and my emotions twist and rise to the surface. Then I pull away and groan as he slides his finger into me.

“Oh god,” I say, white-knuckling the sofa.

“Alright?” he whispers.

“So good,” I moan. “Keep going.” The latter refers to the fact that he’s sliding the pad of his finger over my prostate, making sparks dance behind my eyes and my body stiffen. “Oh god,” I gasp again.

It’s pretty much all I say for the next few minutes as he stretches me open. He’s slow and methodical, and it’s so good I’m pretty sure I’ll be drooling if he keeps it up.

I feel a tingle in my balls and look back at him. “Please,” I gasp. His eyes are blind, and there’s a sheen of sweat over his face and body.

He nods, and I gasp as he spins me around to face him. He cups my bum and lifts me up. Obeying his urging, I lean back against the sofa, spreading my arms over the back, letting it take my weight as he raises my arse and I open my legs wide. I rest my feet on the sharp bones of his hips and watch avidly as he fists his cock with one hand.

The condom is slippery with the extra lube application, and I try to keep my eyes open as he positions it against me and pushes inside, but the pressure is so much that my eyes slam shut. He’s huge, and I feel every inch as he fills me.

At one point, it feels like I can’t take any more of him. I shout out and hit his arm with my fist, but I don’t mean for him to stop. It’s just so much. He seems to sense that and just grits his teeth, holding my gaze as he carries on gently and inexorably filling me.

I cry out, and he groans loud and long as he bottoms out, and I wind my legs around him, making him my prisoner. Then we rest there for a second as he gives me a chance to get used to him.

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