Page 10 of Play With Me

Every spare moment I have.

“I might have,” I replied.

“Have you given any more thought to another night?” He dipped me back, traced his lips across my jaw line, teasing, and then stood up and answered before I had a chance to catch my breath. “Because I have – at least a hundred times. I have a couple of hours I can spare. Tell me you have time right now.”

His excitement dug into my thigh, and a memory of him deep inside me flashed through my mind. The delicious thought managed to tighten my ass, and my breasts lifted at least an inch higher.

Instead of replying, I took his hand. He followed me to the front door, where I flipped over the “Open” sign. I then led him to the stairs at the back that would take us to my tiny apartment. As soon as the door closed, I was back in his arms, kissing him with desperation. The day’s heat no longer bothered me; in fact, it only added to the haste I felt to remove our clothes. I grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. I was instantly rewarded with the view of the strength in his bunched muscles.

In one swift move, Brook removed my shirt, then my pants, and he didn’t stop until I stood naked in front of him. I felt my bed at the back of my knees, grasped at his arms, and pulled us both down. We sank into the uncomfortable mattress. One of its broken coils poked me in my back, but it was difficult to pay it much attention when a hot piece of flesh was about to pound between my legs. I aimed for his belt and zipper, flipped us both so that he was underneath me, and then grabbed his jeans and carefully slid them over his beautiful erection. The task wasn’t easy, and I made a mental note to remove them before he was hard next time.

I watched his mouth curve up, and with that permission I slid down his body, all the way to his standing cock. I licked my lips and gripped him with my hand, stroking his heated skin up and down, forcing that drop of pre-cum to his tip. He let out a moan of appreciation, and I lowered my mouth to his crown, drawing my tongue underneath its ridge. Brook shuddered, grasping my head, guiding my mouth over him. I took him deeper and cradled his balls with my hand.

The pulse of the ridged vein that ran along his dick throbbed against my bottom lip. His hips lifted as my mouth slid down him until I felt him hit the back of my throat. I relaxed my jaw, ignoring the gag reflex. I’d imagined having him in my mouth ever since he’d fucked me that night in New York, then ate me out like he was at one of his favorite buffets.

With an internal grin, I tightened my lips, gripping him harder, and bobbed my head faster. The slow drips in my panties were becoming nearly unbearable.

“Lola…”

I didn’t stop as he tensed and relaxed repeatedly. He was close. I could taste it. Just as I felt my own need slide down my thigh when I shifted, Brook gently grasped my head and lifted me off him. He slid out of my mouth with a pop.

“I’m not done, Brook.”

“I know. Stay there, but move your ass over my head.”

Oh!

I shifted, straddling him backward and resting my knees at the sides of his shoulders. His cock stood like a mast, awaiting salvation. I lowered my mouth back to him and felt his fingers in my pussy and his lips around my clit. He didn’t hold back, and I was ready to lose it after the first two licks. He sucked on me hard, flicking his tongue, pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy, and all my senses were lost. I didn’t know what to concentrate on – his slick dick sliding in and out of my mouth or my throbbing pussy and his eager tongue.

Oh, God!

And then he did that one move that made me lose my mind, where he rimmed my puckered ass. Desperate for relief, I pumped him quicker with my hand, rolled my tongue over his hot tip, licked him with each stroke, and then took him in deep every few strokes.

He massaged my smaller opening before inserting his finger in my ass. I squirmed. My toes curled and my hips moved back and forth with the much-needed pumping motion. The pulsing intensified. I could feel him everywhere: sucking on my clit, two fingers in my pussy, and one expanding my ass, and that took me over the edge.

“Brook!” I screamed.

He kept his mouth over me much longer as my orgasm took time to settle. The electrifying shocks of relief flew through me over and over again as Brook slowly finished me off and then exploded in my mouth. He withdrew, jetting his remaining heat on my face. I lifted to my knees, shaking. His cum dripped down my lip to between my breasts. He reached for a corner of my sheet and used it to wipe his cum off my cheek and chest, grinning with pride.

I lifted off him and rolled to the side. Brook shifted and came up to lie beside me. He kissed my breasts, gently fondling them while I listened to my heart drum with a new beat I didn’t recognize.

His lips danced over my skin, slowly meandering to the middle of my chest. He left a trail of kisses along the scar and then continued upward until he arrived at my lips.

“Are you all right?”

“Yeah, perfect.”

“Good.” He sighed. Somehow I knew exactly what he was thinking. I knew he wanted to ask about the extra ripple of skin running over the middle of my chest, the way he had asked back in New York. Well, I hadn’t been ready to answer him then, and I wouldn’t do so now. I wasn’t ready to answer anyone, and I had a feeling that I never would be. Just the thought of that fateful night made my throat tingle, and the last thing I wanted was to cry in front of him. I didn’t want to cry in front of anyone — ever.

“Don’t ask, please.”

“All right. But you’ll tell me in due time.”

“I… I don’t know. Just don’t ask.”

“Is that why you wear scarves?”

“Yes. I’m not ashamed of it, I just don’t like people asking questions.”

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