Page 36 of Play It Off

Nope. I end the kiss before he deepens it, trying to roll away from him, but his grip on me tightens before I can slip out of bed. He pulls me back in, my back to his front.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Oh, that low, rough murmur is hot. The way he trails his lips along the back of my neck and shoulder is even hotter. And I can feel his erection poking against my ass.

“To brush my teeth?” I say hopefully.

“You don’t have a toothbrush here.” He licks at the spot between my neck and shoulder, making me shiver.

“You have mouthwash?”

“Probably.”

“You don’t know?”

“I don’t really care.” His hands come around my front, cupping my breasts. “You really want to talk about mouthwash right now?”

No. No, I do not. Deciding I shouldn’t speak at all, I remain quiet as he touches me all over my body. Those deliciously rough hands roam, lingering on all the good spots. And when he slides his fingers between my legs, I bite back a moan, spreading my thighs to give him better access.

“You always wake up this wet?” he asks before he gently bites the side of my neck.

“Do you always wake up this hard and horny?” I return.

He pinches my clit between his fingers at my response, making me gasp. “Such a smart mouth.”

“You like it.” Oh, I am breathless when that pinch turns into a caress. Tight little circles that ratchet up the flame burning inside me.

“I like everything about you.” He thrusts his hips against my butt, letting me feel him, and I swear a fresh gush of wetness floods my pussy. He removes his fingers and brushes them against my parted lips. “Taste.”

I do as he asks, sucking his fingers deep into my mouth. I haven’t given him a blow job yet, and I’m dying to, but he never gives me the chance. Always fucking me instead. Like he’s about to now.

“You’re right,” he says once he’s pulled his fingers from between my lips. “I do like that sexy mouth of yours.”

I hum my pleasure at his words, arching against him. He grabs my hips, holding me in place as he pushes inside me, and I moan when he fills me completely. Morning sex. I’ve never been a fan. Always worried about the bad breath thing or how I might look. I have a feeling there is leftover makeup smeared all over my face, along with traces of paint, but he doesn’t seem bothered by it. No, he’s too intent on fucking me to oblivion, his cock feeling deeper like this. More intense.

When I lift my arms and circle them around his neck from behind, he begins to move in earnest, our skin slapping, our moans filling the air. I’m on the verge of orgasm already, my tired body coming alive, and when he settles his fingers over my clit and begins to rub, he sends me straight over the edge.

It’s too good. Overwhelming me in the best possible way, and for a moment, I black out. Lose all train of thought and consciousness. His hands return to my hips, keeping me in place as he plunges inside me, and I come back down to earth, whispering, “Pull out.”

“What?” he rasps.

“Pull out. You’re not wearing a condom.”

He does as I ask with a groan, and I feel that first splatter of semen on my back. My butt. He comes and comes, and I lie there, shocked when I feel it trickle all over my back, dripping down the crack of my ass. I can’t believe he—we—lost all control and had sex without a condom. I mean, it felt amazing. But oh my God.

That was close.

“Fuck, your ass looks pretty with my come all over it,” he mutters, swiping his fingers through the mess he left.

I clench my thighs together at his rough, dirty words. Gasp in surprise when he grabs hold of my shoulder and flips me over so I’m facing him, thrusting his fingers in between my lips so I have no choice.

“Lick them clean, baby. Show me how much you like it,” he demands, and I do. Licking his fingers as if my life depended on it, earning his smile of approval. This man is filthy and I love it. No one has talked to me like this before. Treated me like this before. I didn’t know I liked this sort of thing, but apparently I do.

Gavin finally removes his fingers from my mouth, and we lie there facing each other, staring into each other’s eyes, our breaths still labored, my body aching from all the delicious abuse it’s endured since last night. A swirl of emotions rises within me, the most prominent one being panic, though I try to remain calm on the outside.

But seriously—he almost came inside me. I haven’t paid much attention to my period app like I do when I’m actively having sex, and I know I should be starting my period in about two weeks so ...

Yikes. I am probably fertile as fuck right now. Oh my God. This is not good. In fact, this is downright terrifying.

I drink in the most handsome man on earth, who is currently naked and smiling at me while we’re in his bed, and I mentally tell myself to stop freaking out. It’s time to shove my worry aside and put on a brave face.

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