Page 73 of The Spice Play

I slipped my phone from my pocket, shooting her a text instead of calling out loudly. Waking my five-year-old at this hour would only result in a nightof hell for me.

Me:I’m home. Where are you?

Her response was almost immediate.

Nelly:Find me :)

I huffed out an amused little breath and took to the stairs, climbing them two at a time. She was either setting me up for a hell of an evening or an evening of hell, depending on whether she was in my room or Matty’s.

I padded my way to the end of the upstairs hall and turned the handle on the door to my room, hoping to God she was in there.

I nearly lost the air in my lungs.

She sat on her knees on the little bench at the end of my bed, her legs spread, her rear resting on the heels of her feet. Her brown and blonde hair was tied in a little ponytail, little waves falling in perfect little waves around her reddened face, her lower lip tucked between her teeth. Her legs were completely bare, and from the looks of it, there was absolutely nothing beneath that spare jersey of mine that hung loosely around her frame.

She lifted up a little, and oh myGod, she was going to be the death of me. There, between her thighs, suctioned to the bench beneath her, was that same goddamn dildo I’d had her play with in the guesthouse, three-quarters of the way inside of her.

“Hi, Seb,” she whispered, a cheeky little grin spreading out across her lips. I shut the door behind me immediately. “You found me.”

I probably should have rested, probably should have told her I was too tired after the game.

But I didn’t do that. How the fuck could I have done that?

I crossed the room in half a second and grasped that goddamn ponytail in one hand, pulling her head back farenough to look up at me. She sunk back down on the dildo, her lips parting, her lashes fluttering.

“How long, exactly, have you been playing with yourself while waiting for me?” I asked, pulling her forward and pressing her chin against my stomach. Slowly, shyly, her hips moved again, just barely, grinding down on the toy.

“An hour,” she grinned.

I tugged harder on her hair, watching in satisfaction as she flinched. Blood was already pooling in my cock, pressing it hard against my jeans.That fucking jersey. She couldn’t have picked the other one?“How many times have you come, Penelope?”

Her smile grew wider, cocky, even. “None. I wanted to save it.”

“Fuck,” I groaned. Just the ideaof her in here, touching herself, playing with herself for anhour, never giving herself that relief just so she could do this to me… it made me want to do horrible things with her, truly unspeakable things. “You’ve just been torturing yourself, haven’t you?”

Her mouth parted, a little moan sneaking past them as she ground her hips down again. “Yeah,” she breathed. “I think a stray breeze could get me off at this point.”

I leaned down to her, pressing my lips to hers, drinking her in for the first timeproperlyin over a week. Little kisses snuck here and there was one thing, but she let me into her mouth, let me claim it in all the ways I was aching to, andthatwas something I hadn’t even realized I’d been longing for. “Then I guess we need to fix that, don’t we?” I mumbled.

My hand reached out, drifting across that goddamn jersey and over her body, down to her hips and lower,lower, avoiding her clit at all costs in case it sent her over the edge. I wrapped my hand around the base of the dildo, twisting itto loosen the suction, and slowly, so slowly I thought she’d break in my arms as her body squirmed and trembled, slipped it out of her.

“Clean it off,” I rasped, lifting the toy to her lips. It was absolutely drenched in her need, sticky and stringy and clear, and without a second of hesitation, she took it into her mouth, her tongue gliding across that singular spot she knew would drive me mad. “Nope, no, okay, can’t trust you with that.”

She laughed as it popped out of her mouth, a little drop of her mess clinging to the edge of her lip. I licked it off, kissed her again, and dropped my hold on her hair. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what I’d wanted to do with her back at the hotel, and I refused to let her talk me out of it this time. There was no game tomorrow, only practice, and if I fucked my knee up, it wasn’t the end of the world this time.

I slipped my arms between her legs and hooked them on either side of her rear, lifting her up and spreading her fully, her back thunking against one of the wooden posts at the end of the mattress.Thank you, four-poster bed.

I didn’t have the patience to wait. Not this time.

“Hook your legs on me.Now,” I demanded, and she followed, letting my hips take a fraction of her weight so I could release her with one of my hands. I worked at my belt in record time, releasing the latch and moving on to my button, my zipper. “Tell me what you were hoping for when I walked through that door. Tell me every gruesome detail you were picturing in your head.”

Her throat worked on a swallow as she pressed against me, flattening the space between her legs against my stomach for a hint of friction. “Fuck,this,” she breathed.

“That doesn’t sound like every gruesome detail, baby,” Igrunted, fisting the fabric of my jeans and boxers and pushing them down.

“It’s true, though,” she insisted, her hands grasping at my shirt and pulling it up. “I wanted you to come in, find me, and fuck me againstanything. It didn’t matter what it was.”

My cock twitched at her words, and I pulled my arm through, grasping the fabric covering my chest and pulling it up and over my head, leaving it hanging limply off my left arm. “Somehow I find that hard to believe,” I laughed. “You weren’t worried about my knee?”

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