Page 121 of The Play

“Not yet,” I mumble. “Too much too soon.”

He resumes the slow pace, whispering dirty words against my core. “Got it. How about I suck on this for a bit,” he gently rubs my clit with his thumb, “I think that’d feel really, really good, baby. What do you think?”

“I don’t know,” I croak. “Why don’t you give it a try?”

He gently captures my clit between his lips, gives a light suck, and oh mygoodnessit’s the best feeling in the world.

Hunter continues to tease me with long, languid licks, interspersed with open-mouth kisses that always end with the sweet sucking of my clit and me rocking my hips in sheer desperation.

“Hmmm,” he chuckles against my pussy. “That’s how we do it, then.”

“Do what?” I’m too turned on to think.

“That’s how we make you come. Slow and steady, and just when you can’t take it anymore, I suck on this hot little clit and your body fucking sings…” He lifts his head and grins up at me. His lips are shiny and swollen. “I figured you out.”

I want to say it’s not that difficult, but I know from previous experience that my body is a hard nut to crack.

Humming with satisfaction, Hunter goes back to driving me crazy. As he works me over with his tongue, I slide my hands through his hair. I’m not the girl who can come in three seconds. It takes timefor me, but he doesn’t complain. If anything, the noises he’s making grow hungrier and hungrier, and when his finger slides inside me and my pussy eagerly clamps around it, he groans loudly.

I gaze at his long body stretched out before me, his muscular thighs, his taut ass. I catch a flash of movement and realize he’s got his dick in his free hand. It’s rock hard, but he’s not stroking it. He’s squeezing it, as if he’s trying not to come. Knowing he’sthatturned on from going down on me triggers a rush of hot pleasure. My hips start moving faster.

“Oh fuck, baby, yes. I want to feel you coming on my tongue. Give it to me.”

The command is hoarse, dirty. “Finger,” I choke out, and he pushes one finger back inside as his lips close around my clit.

The orgasm sweeps through me in a scorching wave of pleasure. It’s the first time I’ve climaxed with someone other than Nico, and that’s scary and exhilarating and I can’t stop moaning as I grip Hunter’s hair and shake with release.

When I go calm and still, he plants a soft kiss between my legs and whispers, “Ah fuck, that was so hot.” Then he kisses his way up my body and nuzzles the crook of my neck.

His dick is heavy against my hip, the heat of it branding my flesh. I reach down to grip it and Hunter’s agonized groan makes me laugh. “You’re going to have to let me touch it eventually,” I point out.

“I know. I’m just already embarrassed about what’s gonna happen.”

“You can do it,” I encourage. “I believe in you.”

He trembles with laughter. Then he starts to roll over, and for a second I wonder if he’s going to slide his dick inside me without protection. But no, he’s just rising to his knees and leaning over my body to grab a condom from the nightstand.

The square packet is a sobering reminder of the conversation we didn’t have before ripping each other’s clothes off.

“Um.” I gulp. “I know this is awkward, but…I don’t have to worry about any diseases on your end, right…?” I let that hang.

His response rings with reassurance. “I’m one hundred percent clean. I get tested regularly on the team. I can show you my latest results, but they’re a month old.”

“We should get tested together,” I suggest. “Actually, I—” I halt, suddenly horrified. “Oh my God, I should’ve gotten tested immediately after finding out about Nico. Dammit, Hunter! He was sleeping with other girls. What if I’m the one with the disease?”

He chuckles ruefully. “Well, there’s nothing I can do about it now, because I just went down on you for a half hour. But tell you what, we’ll use a condom now and then if we ever want to do this again, we’ll take a trip down to the health center together.”

“Sounds like fun! Couples STD testing!”

He barks out a laugh. I’m glad he found that amusing and didn’t comment on the wordcouples. It was just a figure of speech, anyway. I know what this is and what it isn’t.

As Hunter grips the base of his dick so he can roll the condom on, I begin to applaud. “Look, you didn’t come from doing that!”

“Yeah, well, you know, the diseases talk usually kills some of the mood.”

“So you’re saying you’re not in the mood anymore?”

He secures the condom, and his erection sticks out like an iron spike. “Does that look like I’m not in the mood?”