Page 18 of Playboy

“It’s all about the tongue,” I tell her. “And the right amount of suction.”

Hannah hums, her hands drifting up and down my biceps in a way that sends tingles up my spine. “And are you good with your tongue?”

“Why don’t you hop up on the side of the tub and spread those thighs and I’ll show you?”

She throws back her head, and the sexiest laugh I’ve ever heard escapes her. The raspy quality makes my dick jump. “Let’s try it with a peach, Baby Hall. Show me your technique, and we’ll see if you’ve got what it takes to move on to the real thing.”

Blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight, she tips to one side and picks up a peach she must have brought out with her and set in a built-in cupholder on the edge of the tub. “If you’re scared, then I can go first.”

Without taking her eyes off me, she brings the fruit to her mouth. She sticks out her tongue and slowly licks at the soft flesh, moaning in a way that sends me dangerously close to coming. It’s not a surprise, really, considering that the big guy hasn’t gotten any attention since I got pierced six weeks ago.

I haven’t gone this long without touching my own dick since I first discovered that it felt good.

Yeah, I like sex. And jacking off. And coming.

But I love eating a woman’s pussy even more than all of those things. I could do it for hours.

So if Hannah is giving me a shot at tasting the forbidden fruit, you best believe I’m taking it.

She bites into the peach, sweet juices trickling down her chin. Then, eyes closed, she twirls her tongue and sucks, making the hottest fucking slurping noise I’ve ever heard.

My chest tightens, along with my balls. God, what I’d do to hear that as she sucked me dry.

“Okay, you’ve made your point.” I swipe the fruit from her, desperate to stop the torture. There’s no fucking way she’s goingto let me eat her out tonight. She’s just teasing me, so this game needs to end right now.

Hannah licks her lips and hums, as if she’s savoring the taste.

I can’t help it. I lean closer, wishing I could lick the taste from her lips.

“You giving up already?” she taunts, rolling her hips over me again.

Abs tightening, I will my hips not to thrust up into her. “Careful, dream girl. You keep looking at me like that, and I can’t be held responsible for what happens next.”

Her lips part, and though it’s dark and the water is hot, I swear her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink. If she were the kind of person who could be flustered, I’d swear she’s a little thrown off. But I know better than that.

“I think you’re all talk, Playboy.”

I grin. Playboy. Damn right. I much prefer the nickname I’ve been given on the ice to Baby Hall. While I may live up to the name off the ice too, with Hannah, I can’t help but want more than one night.

That’s another reason I should stop this before it goes any farther. She’ll never give that to me. Hannah is a badass and the most aloof woman I’ve ever met. I’ve never seen her go on a date or heard her talk to the girls about one, let alone introduce a guy to her friends. She’s like me. When she finds someone she wants to spend her night with, she disappears quietly. Usually after a game when we’re out celebrating or drowning our sorrows.

But the guy never makes it to Sunday dinners at War’s, and she sure as fuck hasn’t brought anyone to the Bolts games she attends religiously.

Yet I can’t help but be caught in her snare. Despite her teasing, I could make this woman come in less than two minutes. Calliope’s technique is foolproof, though I’ve yet to try it. It’s from a more recent article, and since my dick has been out ofcommission, I haven’t had a chance to put the knowledge to the test.

Calliope’s actually the reason I chose this specific piercing. She claims it’s the best for female enjoyment. In the months I’ve been following her, I’ve learned all kinds of shit. Like how prolonged non-ejaculatory orgasms are really a thing. It sounds fucking amazing. Again, I’ve yet to try it, since I’ve been unable to touch my dick for weeks. But as soon as I’m healed, I’ll be following her instructions to the T so that I, too, can have a ten-minute orgasm.

Maybe if I give Hannah a ten-minute orgasm using my tongue, she’ll let me test out my new techniques in a few weeks. A guy can dream, right?

“Give me that fucking fruit.” I grab it and take a bite, sinking into the flesh around the smaller piece she’s already taken from it. “Need a bigger playing field. I really like to get into my meal.”

The second my tongue laps up the juices of the fruit, Hannah moans and rubs her pussy over my dick.

It takes more willpower than I thought I had to keep from bucking my hips in response. Instead, I close my eyes and focus on the peach. It’s sweet and soft, but I know she’ll taste better. I suck and lick and circle my tongue, making sure she knows precisely what I’ll do to her.

Panting, she yanks the fruit from my hand and tosses it into the darkness. “Okay, audition’s over. You’ve got the job.”

She grips my shoulders and shifts, like she’s ready to dismount.

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