Page 55 of Play for Keeps

His chest tightened, and his heart skipped a beat. “And?” he managed to ask, expelling the last bit of oxygen he had left.

Millie didn’t answer right away. Damn if she wasn’t right. Anticipation crackled between them like a live wire. The wait was…unbearable. And unbelievably hot. He’d never figured he’d go for the delayed gratification thing, but then again, he never anticipated resorting to phone sex to get his rocks off.

While he was in Reno, sex by proxy seemed like a reasonable means to an end. Now that he was back and Millie was a scant few miles away, it felt like an exhibition game. Each move was meant to get them primed and ready for the real deal. Frustrating but sexy as hell.

“She’d pin him against the wires, using her body to press him into the shadow outside the ring of light.”

She hesitated, and he was quick to jump in with an encouraging, “Mm-hmm.” The last thing he needed was for her to leave him alone in the dark. Waiting. Wanting. He unzipped and hooked his thumbs into the waistband, waiting for her to toss the ball into the air so the game could begin for real. As expected, Millie didn’t disappoint.

“Then she’d sink to her knees, dragging those hideously baggy shorts down as she went.”

“You like the short shorts too, huh?” He shoved his jeans and boxers down, wincing when his painfully hard dick sprang loose. He’d have to hold off on touching himself. This woman set him off like a damn bottle rocket.

“Of course I do. What could be better than watching a bunch of guys with tight asses and long, muscular legs running and jumping?”

“Women’s beach volleyball.”

His prompt answer earned him a laugh. One of those husky, rumbling laughs that hit him low in his gut and reverberated through his entire body.

“To each his own,” she said, a chuckle coloring her words.

Time to stop pretending to be other people. He pressed on with only a subtle, but important, change in pronoun. “I’m up against the fence,” he reminded her as he pushed his jeans and briefs past his knees. “My baggy pants around my ankles.”

“Your fingers tangled up in the wires, your bare ass pressed against the cool metal,” she added.

“Ah, chain link. Anyone could see us, Millie.” He wrapped his hand around the base of his dick and squeezed. Hard. “Is that what you want? You want people to watch?”

“I’d get down on my knees,” she whispered. “The ground would be hard. Your cock too. But your skin is so soft.”

She trailed off into a whisper, but now his hand was moving up and down. Too damn late. There’d be no stopping now. “Take me in your mouth.” He heard Millie moan. He was so distracted he almost missed the buzzing hum. “Do I hear a vibrator?”

“Mm-hmm.” Millie’s confirmation was more a purr than a proper response. “My favorite one.”

“Jesus.” He groaned and covered his eyes with his free hand. “You have more than one?”

She laughed, but he didn’t care. She could laugh all she wanted. He would sit and fuck his fist while he pictured her sliding a rubber dick in and out of her sweet, tight pussy.

“I have about a half dozen, but some aren’t as…satisfying as others.” Her breath hitched, then she sighed softly. “This one is almost as good as the real deal.”

“You’re fucking killing me,” he ground out.

“I’d like to suck you.”

The rasp in her voice only amped him up more.

“Outside. In the dark. With your skin all hot and damp, and the breeze cool on my neck.”

He could picture her so perfectly. Feel the sweet tug of her mouth. Her heat. The plush velvet of her tongue. He’d push deeper, dragging the head of his cock over the vulnerable spot at the back of her mouth.

“Hard and deep,” she continued, insinuating her point of view into the vivid images he’d conjured in his head. “My hands on your thighs. Celeste had the right idea. I’d squeeze your quads, feeling them bunch and flex as you pumped into my mouth. I’d stroke your hamstrings and drag my nails lightly, so lightly, under your balls…”

He groaned then, loud and proud. Literally the only response he could manage.

“I’d press you deeper into the fence. The links would give some under the pressure, then bite into your ass. I’d like to bite your ass,” she added, almost as an afterthought.

“Do it.” Hell, he’d let her shred him limb from limb if he could only be inside her.

“I wanna suck you, Ty. Outside. In a place where it’s dark but not pitch-black. Where anyone or everyone could see us. See me. On my knees, bringing you to yours.”

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