Page 29 of Huge Pucking Play

Ten seconds later, another knock, slightly louder.

My feet touch the carpet with a soft thud before my mind fully registers what I’m doing. I reach for the door handle and slowly pull it open, the subtle creak of the hinges echoing in the quiet room.

Garrett stands there, clutching a tiny bottle of brandy in one hand and a chocolate bar in the other. Just like in Vegas.

"Hi," he says, his voice rough.

"Hi," I whisper back.

We stare at each other, the air thick with tension.

"May I come in?" he asks.

I nod and take a step back, suddenly acutely aware of my short pajama bottoms and the way my t-shirt clings to my skin without the support of a bra.

Garrett enters, setting the brandy and chocolates on the nightstand. He turns to me, his eyes dark with desire.

"Cyn," he breathes, "I can't stop thinking about you."

I swallow hard. "Me neither."

He steps closer, cupping my face in his large hands. "Tell me to leave and I will."

I shake my head. "Don't leave."

His lips crash into mine as his fingers entangle themselves in my hair. Our tongues dance together hungrily as our breathing becomes more rapid. Garrett moves his hands from my hair down to my hips, gripping them firmly before pulling me closer to him.

Our bodies press tightly against each other, feeling every curve and muscle. His arousal is evident as I push into him, wanting to feel every inch of his cock. He slowly begins to grind against me, igniting a fire deep within both of us.

“Friends do this sometimes, right?” he whispers into my ear.

“Absolutely. All the time,” I can’t believe this is happening but I know there’s no way I can stop now.

Garrett's hands find their way under my shirt, teasing my nipples with gentle pinches that make me gasp for air. He pulls away from our kiss only long enough to remove my shirt and toss it aside.

I feel exposed but safe under his gaze as he marvels at my nakedness. He lowers his head, taking a nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, causing me to moan in pleasure. His other hand trails down to the waistband of my bottoms, pulling them down and letting them fall to the ground.

“You didn’t need those, did you?” he whispers.

I can’t find my voice but shake my head no. I definitely don’t need them. Right now, I only need him.

Naked now, I push him onto the bed and straddle him. Garrett gazes up at me with a mixture of lust and awe. I reach down between us and grip his throbbing erection, guiding him to my entrance. We lock eyes as I slowly lower myself onto him, feeling every inch fill me up.

We both moan in unison at the sensation, our bodies fitting together so perfectly. His hands find my waist, guiding me as we move as one.

Our moans and gasps fill the room. The sound of skin slapping against skin turning me on even more.

With each thrust, our breathing becomes more erratic until, finally, Garrett's hips stutter and I feel the warm flood of his release inside of me just as my own orgasm crashes over me.

I collapse onto Garrett's chest as we both catch our breath. We lay there in each other's embrace—spent but content.

“Sorry about that. I wanted to make sure you came before me, but I couldn’t hold back another second,” he says as his fingers trail along my back giving me goosebumps.

“No worries. I was right behind you,” I murmur.

“Twenty minutes ago I didn’t think I was going to sleep at all tonight, but right now, I can barely keep my eyes open.” He continues rubbing my back and I feel my eyelids getting oh-so heavy.

“I’m so with you, friend,” I say jokingly. “Stay with me tonight?”

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