Page 14 of Stick Play

I fish a condom from my pocket and put it on in record time. I grip her hips, put my cock at her entrance and her mouth opens as I drive into her. With little finesse and much enthusiasm, I fuck her hard on the kitchen table. She moans, her head going from side to side as my manners walk out the door. But judging from her moans, the way her sweet pussy is tightening around my pistoning cock, this is exactly what she needs tonight.

My fingers bite into her soft hips as I hold her down, and the table practically slides across the floor as I pound into her soft flesh. I bite down on my cheek as pleasure gathers in my dick. I take one of her hands and press her finger against her clit and her eyes go wide. At first she doesn’t do anything, but as I keep my gaze locked on hers, she reads me, and begins to move her finger over her wet nub.

I grin. “Yeah.” Her finger moves faster, matching the rhythm of my fucking and when her cheeks flush, and her eyes briefly close, I know she’s right there, hovering on the edge. “I need you to come all over my cock, babe.”

“Oh God.”

Her body lets go, and I grunt as I fill her and stretch her with my girth. She lifts up a bit, and I slide my hands around her back and pull her to me, chest to chest. Her hands go around my back and she hugs tight, like she needs the connection, the intimacy as she continues to come around my cock. Everything in the way she’s holding me breaks my control and she puts her face on my shoulder as I let loose a grunt and climax inside her beautiful, welcoming body.

She gasps. “Ash, I feel you.”

I put my arms under her sweet ass and lift her clear from the table as I pump seed into the condom, wishing there were no barriers between us, which is crazy. I always use a condom. I hold her to me and she clings as I deplete myself inside her. Once I’m sated, I set her on the table, cup her cheeks and press my lips to hers. I kiss her deeply, and our lips linger, touching, tasting, savoring…

Have I ever savored a woman before?

She exhales a contented sigh and murmurs, “We have to stop meeting like this.”

I know she’s kidding, but I say, “I don’t think we do.” In fact, I want to keep meeting like this and when it comes right down to it, I want to know more about this woman. Other than she has a child, runs a café and we have friends in common, I don’t know much.

“Me neither. But there are kids in the house and if we’re going to keep doing this, we need to be careful.”

“Are we going to keep doing this, Gina?”

5

Gina

“Friends with benefits for the weekend?” I ask as he pulls out of me with a groan, and removes the condom.

He nods, grabs a tissue from the box on the counter and disposes of the condom. “I’m into it.”

He steps back to me and I put my palm on his face. “I like being with you, Ash. This is…incredible. I just want you to know, I’m not into relationships and I have a child to consider.”

He snorts out a laugh and it seems a bit forced. “I’m not looking for anything more, Gina. Besides, your daughter scares me.”

I laugh at that. “You know I find that adorable, right?” Too adorable, actually. Seeing him around the little ones does the craziest things to me. He helps me from the table and hands me my clothes. As I tug them back on, he zips up and fixes his jeans.

My stomach tightens. “I just think we should keep this…” I wave my finger back and forth between the two of us. “…under wraps. A secret.”

“It’s just sex, Gina. I’m not looking for any complications in my life, either, and no one has to know about this. It’s for the best that way.”

“Okay.” While I’m wondering what complications he’s talking about, I don’t ask.

Once we’re both decent again, I grab another bottle of water from the fridge and some strawberries that I’d washed earlier. I set the bowl on the counter, pick up a berry and hold it out to him. His eyes are narrowed, full of questions as he lets me feed him.

“Something on your mind?”

He shrugs. “I guess I was just wondering if Zoe’s father is in her life…or in yours.” I take a deep breath at that loaded question. He must read the pain in my eyes because he hurries out with, “We don’t have to talk about that if you don’t want to.”

“She doesn’t know him.” This time I snort out a laugh, and it’s not forced. “I didn’t even know him.”

“You did in-vitro or something?” he asks, real curiosity in his eyes.

I snatch up a strawberry and bite into it. As the flavor explodes on my tongue, I consider my answer. “No, what I mean is…” I pause for a second. I don’t talk about this at all. It’s actually embarrassing to be such a cliché. “Sometimes people turn out to be something they’re not, and sometimes people find out they’re not as special as they thought they were.”

His face goes hard. “Did he hurt you?”

“Yeah, actually he did.” I guess if I’m telling him this story, I might as well tell him everything.

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