Page 85 of Playmaker

His arms jerked but he forced them back over his head. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”

I bent down, the lace over my breasts touching his ribs and bicep as I whispered in his ear, “I’m going to take your control away.”

His body shuddered, but he stayed in place. I ran my tongue up over his ear and he shuddered again. Then I gently bit his earlobe.

“Fuck!”

“Not yet,” I whispered. And I got to work.

I used my mouth, my hands, even my hair and boobs to touch every inch of glorious skin stretched over his frame. I took time, touching the places that seemed to drive him crazy. I watched the goose bumps on his skin, and how his body twitched. I listened to the moans that escaped his mouth. I felt when his abdomen tensed so much that I worried he might harm himself. But the nonstop cursing assured me he was doing okay.

I finally worked my way down to his hips, tasting, licking, sucking, biting, lightly scratching. When I bypassed his dick, only my hair brushing over it as I headed for his thick thighs, he began to plead.

“Come on. Bring that pussy up here and I’ll make you feel so good.”

He was still coherent. I kept going.

He had sensitive skin behind his knees, and ticklish feet. As I headed back up his body his hips thrust and the begging became a little messier.

“Please. Callie, come on. Please—oh fuck!”

That was when I swallowed him down. Being the girl with big boobs and no self-esteem in high school had given me the reputation of being easy. I’d been willing to do a lot to feel important to someone. It wasn’t the ideal reason for it, but I knew how to give a stellar blow job. I had no gag reflex and could deep throat with the best of them.

I pulled in a breath, and then pushed his dick down into my throat. I held him there for a moment and swallowed.

“Fuck— Shit— No, I’m gonna— Don’t stop?—”

I pulled back and his hips thrust up, following my mouth. There was drool running down my chin, and I wiped it off with one hand while I watched his face.

He blinked his eyes open. “Jesus fuck, Callie. That was incredible. But you do that again and I’ll come.”

I smiled smugly. “That’s not what I want, Cooper.”

His chest was lifting and falling, sweat gathering between his pecs and over his ribs and face. “Your mouth is lethal.”

I’d been complimented on my oral skills before. But I wanted my own pleasure out of this, and that meant getting his dick inside me.

I reached back and undid my bra, sliding down the straps and letting it fall onto the bed. He drew in a long breath. I slid to the side and stood, taking off the panties, enjoying his gaze.

I squatted by his luggage while I searched for the condoms we needed. Then I returned to the bed, my hips swinging, enjoying his appreciation.

I sat across his thighs with the packet in my hand and carefully ripped it open. His dick in front of me was rock-hard, flushed, and leaking. I ran my hand down it, feeling the velvety soft skin over the hard column. He hissed, so I did it again, slower. Then I carefully pushed the condom over him.

“If you don’t want lube, the offer to eat you out is still on the table.”

I didn’t need lube. Playing with him, imagining what I would do to him, had already gotten me wet. With his cheeks flushed, hair damp and sweaty, eyes slitted open to watch me, he looked hotter than he did in those fucking billboards.

“I don’t need it.” I pushed up on my knees and crawled forward, breasts hanging over his body.

“Oh, fuck, Callie.”

Instead of grabbing his dick and filling myself with it, I copied his move of the night before, and leaned down and kissed him. He opened, his tongue searching my mouth, and his shoulders jerked as his arms lifted then settled back down. I gripped his hair in my hands, messing it up, pulling it, taking the pleasure I wanted from him. It was too good.

I pulled back and caught my breath. “Okay, I’m going to ride you now. I don’t want you to come till I do.”

He blinked at me. “Don’t know if I can promise that.”

“Try. Try hard. Show me your stamina.”

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