Page 54 of Play It Off

I should text Coop. Call 911. But then I swear I hear someone say my name—and the voice is familiar.

“Sienna! Goddamnit, open your door now before I bust it in!”

Oh, holy shit. I’d recognize that voice anywhere.

I leap out of bed and stomp my way toward the front door, undoing the locks and swinging it open without a single ounce of hesitation to find the bane of my existence standing on my front doorstep, looking deliciously furious. His hair is messy, and he’s got on a threadbare Dolphins T-shirt that has seen better days. It stretches across his chest, showing off every muscle he’s got, and everything inside me warms at seeing him.

He’s flexing his fingers, curling them into fists, his arms hanging at his sides, and the misery on his face makes my heart want to sing. Oh, I’m the worst. But this is a jealous,jealousman who’s arrived at my apartment, and my body stands at attention in the hopes that he’s going to unleash all that pent up fury he’s got all over me.

But I can’t act thrilled that he’s here. There is a part of me that’s annoyed too.

“Gavin, what are you doing? You’re going to wake up the neighbors,” I start, but he’s not listening.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he mutters as he barges inside the apartment, and I have no choice but to step out of his way. He grabs hold of my waist at the same time he slams the door shut, pinning me against it with his big, warm body, his fingers curling around my chin and forcing me to look up at him. “Is he in here? Are you fucking him?”

“What? No, he’s not—”

His lips land on mine. The kiss is almost feral. Rough.Delicious.The possessive thrust of his tongue in my mouth sends a scattering of tingles all over my body, and the next thing I know he’s lifting me as if I weigh nothing, my back braced against the door, my legs winding around his hips as he presses himself against me. He’s hard as a rock, thrusting that thick cock against me where I want him the most, andI give in. There was no thought of not giving in either. I wanted this. Needed this.

Needed him.

We kiss like we haven’t seen each other in months. Years. His greedy mouth never lets up, and his hands are everywhere. Sliding down to my ass, his fingers slipping beneath the thin fabric of my panties, which is all I’m wearing along with an oversize pale-pink tank top. It’s so big I have to be careful or else my tit slips out every so often, and Gavin discovers that fun little fact when he skims his fingers across my chest, his fingertips touching my exposed nipple.

“Jesus,” he mutters as he pulls away from my still-seeking mouth. “Your body drives me out of my fucking mind.”

I can’t speak. All I can do is moan when he dips his head and wraps his lips around my nipple, sucking deep, his tongue lashing at my sensitive flesh. I cup the back of his head, holding him to me, and he tugs extra hard on my flimsy panties like he’s trying to rip them off my body.

“I hated seeing you with that fucker,” he murmurs against my chest, then teases my other nipple with his flickering tongue. “Were you trying to prove a point, Freckles? Because it fucking worked.”

“N-no.” That was never my intention. I didn’t purposely try to run into Gavin tonight, but a small subconscious part of me probably had an evil plan. I’m more than aware that the guys go to Hector’s all the time. It’s one of their favorite places to eat.

Hmm, maybe I’m more devious than I realized.

But I definitely didn’t think this would happen. It’s as if a dam broke inside Gavin and he’s unleashing everything he’s kept locked up all over me. When he drops me to my feet, a wave of disappointment washes over me, only to disappear when he falls to his knees in front of me and grips the sides of my panties in his fists as he presses his face to my pussy and breathes deep.

The back of my head hits the door, and I close my eyes, melting as he nuzzles my pussy with his face. Teasing me. My panties are soaked,my pussy flooding with wetness at having him so close, and I want him to not only pull the barrier away and touch my actual flesh but also keep it there. The way he teases me, holds me, on his knees in front of me.

Like he’s worshipping me.

“Fuck, I missed this pussy.” His lips move against my sensitive skin, making my body jerk, and he glances up, his eyes blazing with an unfamiliar emotion. “I found your red panties under my bed.”

I bite my lower lip, not about to admit I left them behind by accident / on purpose.

“I’ve jerked off to thoughts of you every night since we last fucked. I can’t stop thinking about you, Sienna. You’re fucking with my head. Seeing you out on a—datewith that fucking guy just about destroyed me.” The way he stares at me makes it hard for me to breathe, and I watch as he gently pushes my panties aside, exposing me. My scant pubic hair glistens with my juices, and he splays me wide open with his fingers, staring at me. I can feel myself drip, coating the inside of my thighs, and I close my eyes, focusing on the gentle heat of his breath touching my skin. His calloused fingers keeping me open to his searing gaze.

“Such a pretty fucking pussy, Sienna. I can’t get enough of it.” He licks at my clit once. Twice. Swirling his tongue, slipping a finger inside me at the same time. Filling me up, driving me out of my mind, and when he grabs hold of my thigh and drapes it over his shoulder to give him better access, my legs almost give out.

“Oh God.” I’m moaning, my head swiveling back and forth against the door, my fingers clutching at the ends of his hair, tugging hard. He doesn’t seem to mind. Just keeps licking and sucking and fucking me until I’m practically crying. He’s brought me so close to orgasm only to pull away every single time I’m about to go over the edge.

“I shouldn’t let you come,” he murmurs, and I open my eyes, looking down to find he’s already watching me. “I should punish you.”

“F-for wh-what?”

“Going out with someone else.” He slides two fingers inside me, holding them there. “This pussy belongs to me.”

“Prove it,” I whisper, worry clenching my gut when I see the gleam appear in his eyes.

The man loves a challenge. I’m sure he’s going to have me screaming that my pussy belongs to him by the end of the night. I might even start screaming that right now.

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