Page 34 of Play It Off

“I don’t know if I want to fuck you or eat you first.”

“Eat me?” I say it as a question, but he takes it as a suggestion because the next thing I know, I’m pinned to the bed and he’s slowly making his way down my body, leaving devastatingly sweet, hot kisses all over my skin. He lingers over my chest, licking and sucking my nipples, eventually shifting lower, streaking his mouth across my belly until he’s lying between my legs. He grabs both my thighs and drapes each of them over his shoulders, and I watch him, nearly wanting to die when he lifts his gaze to mine.

Oh, he looks good between my legs. Just like I knew he would. He doesn’t take his gaze off me as he slowly lowers his head, his tongue sneaking out to tease at my clit. I hold my breath, dying for more, and he turns his head at the last second, pressing his mouth on the inside of my right thigh before he does the same thing to my left.

I am a quivering mess. My clit is pulsating, my entire body strung tight with the need to come, but I also don’t want it to happen yet. I want to draw out this moment, revel in it forever because what’s going to happen when this night is over? Will we go back to being so-called friends? Or worse, will he ignore me?

I cannot stand either option.

“Gavin,” I choke out as he continues to press lazy kisses to the inside of my thigh.

“Yes, Freckles?” He sounds calm and in control of the entire situation, and I sort of want to hit him.

I also want to beg him to keep doing what he’s doing because, oh my God, it feels amazing.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“Kissing every freckle that I find.” He turns his attention to the other thigh, kissing it everywhere because I have a lot of freckles.

“That’ll take all night.”

“I’ve got time.”

That confident tone of his is going to be my downfall. He is truly the sexiest man alive, and I still can’t believe I’ve got him between my legs. That his mouth is so close to my pussy. That it’s already been on my pussy. And I want it back there right now.

“Ummm ...” I stop talking when he takes a swipe at my slit with his tongue. There and gone in the blink of an eye. “Oh God.”

“You close, baby?”

Him calling me baby in that growly voice has me melting. Am I even a functioning human anymore? I don’t think so. “Yessssss.”

His mouth is on me. All over me. He spreads me wide with his fingers, his flat tongue touching me everywhere, and I lift my hips, seeking more. Needing more. He slides a thick finger inside me, filling me, and I go still, moaning when he slowly withdraws it only to plunge back in. Over and over he does this, his lips finding my clit and sucking it hard. Tonguing it while he fucks me with his fingers.

Yes, his fingers, because he added another, and I appreciate the way he doesn’t hold back. It’s like the dam broke and he’s unleashing all his want and need and desire all over me. I spread my thighs wider, lift my hips as much as I can, and basically mash the lower half of his face with my pussy, and he lets me, encouraging me as he hums against my flesh, and then I’m coming. All over his mouth and chin.

Panting and screaming and coming hard. I’m shaking as wave after wave hits me, and he never lets up. Keeps licking and sucking and fucking me with his fingers, and I swear another orgasm builds, this one smaller but still so, so good.

Eventually I can’t take it any longer, and I push him away, my skin too sensitive. I crack open my eyes to watch as he settles back on hishaunches, licking the fingers that were just inside my body. Another jolt hits me, maybe even yet another, tinier orgasm, and when our gazes lock, he smiles, the sight of it devastating. Obliterating all my brain cells and leaving me a complete idiot.

Over this man and no one else.

“Freckles, you are the sexiest woman alive,” he murmurs, licking his fingers clean. “The way you just came right now ...”

“I was a hot mess,” I finish for him, staring at his face because the lower half of it is currently covered in my juices.

“More like hot.” He moves over me, dipping his head, and I kiss him, the musky taste of my own pussy on his lips. “Clean my face with your tongue, baby. Taste what I just tasted.”

Oh.He keeps saying things like that, and I don’t know if I can take much more of it.

I do as he says, gently lapping at his face with my tongue, tasting myself all over him. He cups the side of my face, guiding my lips to his, and the searing kiss he delivers lights me back up like I never experienced those delicious orgasms he gave me. My body is already needy and eager and desperate.

“I need a condom,” he murmurs against my lips at one point, and all I can do is nod.

Yes. Yes, he does. I need to feel him inside me. I want him to fuck me hard, just like he promised.

I reach for him, my fingers curling around his hard cock, and I start to stroke, making him growl. There is nothing awkward about this moment, when normally, I’m a bit of a fumbling mess. It’s not that I’ve had bad sex or terrible partners; it’s just never easy for me. More like it’s always awkward and weird, and I get too in my head over it.

Not with Gavin. It just flows between us, and when he lifts away from me, I am sad. Bereft at the loss of his body on top of mine. I roll over on my side and watch as he opens the wrapper and rolls the condom over the tip of his dick until it’s fully sheathed. His gaze lifts,his fingers curled around the base of his erection, and this is a moment I never want to forget. I take a mental photo and store it away in my memory bank, saving it for later.

---