Page 102 of Play to Win

“A whole week?”I push up out of the water.

“Yeah.”He pauses.“Come with me.”

“I ...can’t.I have a job.And school.”

“Right.Damn.”

“You’ll be busy anyway.”

“True.”

Crap.I’m going to miss him “Feeling better?”I ask him.

“Come here.”

I smile and set my wineglass down beside the tub then float over to Théo in the corner.He pulls me onto his lap, tilts his head, and kisses me.

I’m full.Full of love for him.I want this forever.I know I shouldn’t.I know I can’t have it.I just told Taylor earlier that I know Théo doesn’t want forever.

But he wants right now.And so do I.

So I kiss him back with all the love I have for him right now, this moment, my arms twined around his neck, my aching center pressed against his hard-on.His hands tighten on me, his tongue slides into my mouth and out, again and again, in lush, sensual kisses that go on and on.

We move from the hot tub to the bedroom and even though we’re both buzzing with arousal, I make him lay on the bed, facedown, and I bring my bottle of two-in-one massage lube with us.

Sitting astride his thighs, I squeeze lubricant into my palms and rub them together to warm it, then stroke them over his shoulders and down his back.I return to his shoulders because he’s still tense there, his muscles like granite.I knead and press my thumbs into the flesh, finding the knots and working them until they release.

He groans.“That’s fantastic.”

“I hope so.”I keep my voice hushed, my touches slow, working my way down his back, then back up to the shoulders again.I sweep my hands down his upper arms in a slow, firm motion, dig my thumbs into his upper back, and on the next move downward, I keep going all the way to his gorgeous ass.

Gorgeous.A sigh leaks from my lips as I massage his firm cheeks, which first tighten at my touch, then relax again.I shift lower for better access, slipping my fingers along the crease where his butt meets thigh, then lower still to his legs.I stroke up and down his thighs, to the knee and back, up the inside of his legs, eliciting a shudder, and he parts them for me.Oh Jesus.

I gaze at him, enthralled at the shadowy glimpse of his testicles between his muscled thighs.Slowly I slide my hands down those creases again, brushing over his perineum, fingertips caressing his balls.His body jerks and he sucks in a breath.

“Can I use that toy on you?”I ask quietly.He brought home a sexy little butt plug a week or so ago and convinced me to let him use it on me.And I loved it.

He tenses.“Is this a new form of stress relief?”

“Hey, it could work.”I stroke him again.

“Okay,” he chokes out.

I move over and find the toy in the bottom drawer of the nightstand and lube it up.Teeth sunk into my bottom lip, my pussy squeezing with arousal, I use more lube around his back entrance, gently petting around it ...then over it.Then so, so slowly I insert the toy.

Another groan rumbles from him and he buries his face in the bed.Slowly, I press the toy deeper, then deeper still, holding it in place as his body accepts it.

“Fuuuuck.”

I release the plug, leaving it in place as I again use both hands to massage the grooves of ass and thigh, slipping my fingers down between his legs, up and down, using my thumbs to again press the base of the toy farther.He’s making more guttural noises, his hips lifting.

I take a break, running my slick hands down over his thighs, the dark hair there flattened to his skin with the lube.He’s shiny everywhere, his skin smooth over muscles.I admire him, stroke him, tease him until he cries hoarsely, “Jesus, I need to come.”

“Mmm.Roll over.”

He obeys instantly, his cock springing up against his belly, long, thick, heavy veins throbbing.I reach for him with slick hands and drag them from root to tip.He emits another jagged groan.

“Holy fuck, that feels good.”

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