Page 37 of Stick Play

She inches back, and there’s a gleam in her eyes. Well, isn’t she proud of herself, loving that she can turn me inside out in seconds. I stand and pull her up with me, shaping her gorgeous breasts with my hands.

“You are so perfect.”

“I’m not,” she murmurs, and when I lift my head, her eyes latch on mine.

“You are to me.”

Her lashes fall slowly and I lower my head to take a nipple into my mouth. She moans, and around her nipple, I mumble, “Perfect.”

Her hands grip my hair. “You make me feel…perfect,” she admits quietly, and it tugs at something inside me. One working brain cell takes me back to a previous conversation. Her ex made her feel special, only to tear her heart from her chest. Goddammit, she is special, and I plan to spend the rest of this weekend proving it to her.

I pull back and her nipple pops from my mouth. I cup both breasts with my hands and lightly rub her nipples with my thumbs. “Perfect in my mouth, and perfect in my hands…” She arches into my touch. “You know what else is perfect?”

“What?” she asks, her eyes fifty percent closed, and one hundred percent full of need.

I slide one hand down her body, and center it between her legs. “This is perfect.” I rub her sex through her pants. “Perfect for my mouth.” She makes a little gasping noise. “Perfect for my fingers.” Sexy little needy noises that tease my aching dick crawl out of her throat. “And absolutely perfect for my hard cock.”

“Show me,” she manages to get out as her body weakens, and I chuckle as I scoop her up and set her on the bed, letting her legs dangle over the edge. My mouth waters for a taste of her as I slide her pants off, followed by her panties. Once I have her bare, exactly how I want her, I spread her legs and bury my mouth in her sweet, hot center.

“Yes,” she cries out and I glance up at her as she clamps her hand over her mouth. I laugh lightly.

“This room is soundproofed. I think you’re okay.”

I put her feet on the edge of the bed, and her thighs tighten around my head as I go back to pleasuring and tasting. Fuck, man, I could stay here for the rest of the night, but my cock has other ideas, and I think Gina would like that too, but first, as promised.

I slide one thick finger into her. “Look at that, babe. So perfect.”

“Yes, so perfect,” she moans, moving her hips back and forth as I hold my hand still so she can fuck me. With each downward thrust, I brush my thumb over her swollen clit, giving her everything she needs to come.

“That’s it. Take what you need from me, babe.”

She begins to pant, and I slowly slide a second finger in and out and her mouth opens as she grows snug around me. I begin to match her movements, pushing as she rises and pulling back when she falls. As we create the perfect rhythm, her muscles clench tight, and her body bursts around my fingers.

“Fuck, yes, so perfect.”

“Ash, oh yes, Ash.” Her muscles continue to spasm, and I inch back a bit, keeping my fingers inside her as I take my aching dick into my palm. I stroke myself and glance at my nightstand. Do I have any condoms in there? It’s been such a long fucking time, and I used up the ones I had in my jeans the other day.

The tightness around my fingers lessens, and I slowly inch out of her. I tear into my drawer. “Fuck,” I murmur.

“What’s wrong?”

I run agitated fingers through my hair. “I don’t have any condoms.” Fuck. I wasn’t prepared for a woman in my bed, and not just any woman, this is sweet Gina who I’ve been crazy about for a while now.

“Oh.” She glances down, deep in thought. Her hair veils her face, and I can’t tell what’s going through her mind.

I jerk my thumb toward the door. “I can run out.”

“You can’t go out on these roads, Ash.” She bites her lips and eyes me, and I can tell she wants to say something but isn’t sure how.

“What?”

She plucks at the bedding. “What if we didn’t need to use one?”

“Are you on the pill?” As soon as the question leaves my lips, I remember the conversation where she told me she got pregnant when on the pill. She must read the panic on my face, and know exactly where my thoughts have gone, because she’s suddenly jackknifing up. But I can’t take the chance on her getting pregnant again. What would having a baby do to my life? Mess it up completely. Right? Especially when I’m supposed to be working on my reputation. Knocking up a single mom, yeah, that’s going to clean it up big time.

“I…I can’t have…”

She swallows. “I don’t want that either, Ash.” She puts her hand on my arm. “I’m not on the pill. It didn’t work for me last time. I’m on Nexplanon. It’s one of the best methods out there, except for abstinence.” She glances at my still hard cock. “I don’t think that’s on the table tonight.”

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