Page 75 of Playing to Win

He helped drag off my pants. For a moment I thought he was going to ask to hang on to my panties—hello, matched set and these things aren’t cheap—but I was finally naked, and his expression showed his admiration.

One of his hands moved over my ribs and belly while he looked around the room. “Got an idea.”

He stood, reaching for me. I let him pull me up, not sure what he had in mind but willing to explore with him. He bent to his bedside table and opened a drawer, grabbing a condom. Then he gripped my ass again, lifting me to his dresser. He set me down on it, swiping a collection of clothes and junk to the floor.

The surface was hard and cool on my ass, but his hands gripped my hips, now at the same height as his. The setup had possibilities, and my knee was good.

“Okay?” He put the condom package beside me.

I nodded.

He leaned over and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and lost myself in his taste. Braydon rubbed his lips on mine, nibbled and sucked, and his tongue slid into my mouth. I pushed back and he let me lead in turn. My bare breasts rubbed against his naked chest, and I wrapped my legs around his hips, bringing him tight to my body. I was wet and ready, breath coming fast and hard. His erection rubbed against my abdomen but I needed it elsewhere. I pulled back and slapped my hand out to find the condom.

He panted as I opened the packet with trembling fingers. His eyes closed as I carefully rolled it on him, his muscles tense. Then I shifted my hips forward over the edge of the dresser, his hands supporting me, and leaned back.

“Ready?” he asked, voice low.

“Ready,” I agreed, tightening my legs around his hips.

He moved forward slowly, brow creased, breaching my body inch by slow inch. I welcomed him in, my back resting on the mirror behind me, hands tight on his shoulders.

When he was fully inside me he paused. “Good?”

The angle hit just right. “Better if you start moving.”

A brief smile crossed his mouth before he pulled back and snapped his hips forward. I moaned as the nerves in my pussy lit up.

He braced his legs to plunge into me, sliding me back, only for his grip to tighten and pull me toward him. My arms wrapped under his, hanging desperately to his shoulders as he continued to move, filling me, winding me tight, bringing me so close.

The dresser rattled. Loudly. And again.

“Luke is going to kill you,” I gasped.

He bit his lip. “I forgot he was here.”

I muffled a giggle against his chest, imagining how Luke would tell him off for this.

He tightened his hands on my ass and lifted, moving me through the air, bringing us both back to the bed. He laid me down, and then braced himself over me. “Good?”

I nodded. He twisted his hips and resheathed himself inside me. I moaned, welcoming him back.

“Missionary works just fine.” He grunted. “Are you close?”

“Getting there,” I panted.

Balancing on one arm, he reached down to my clit for a gentle caress, enough to tease but not take me over the top.

“More!”

He thrust faster, pressing down harder with his fingers.

“Yes, yes, yes…” I chanted.

“I’m gonna—” he breathed, but I was already coming.

I held him close as my body shook and I never wanted to let him go.

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