Page 48 of Changing the Play

He laughs again, sitting up. “Is that so?”

“It is,” I say, nodding as my gaze falls to his lips. His fucking perfect, full, way-too-addicting lips.

Before I’m even fully aware of what I’m doing, I’m kissing him. He groans when I grip his waist and twist, falling backward to the bed and pulling him down on top of me.

He lets out a small noise of surprise, but it’s followed by a breathless laugh. The sleep-warmed feel of his body, combined with the weight of him pressing me into the mattress, is everything. My hands find their way under his shirt. My fingers dance over his skin, feeling the muscles bunch as I run them up his back and down his sides.

He raises up, bracing himself above me with a smile. “Kiss me,” I all but beg.

His eyes widen slightly, but he does. The second our lips connect, my body comes to life, and everything is amplified. Every whimper, every moan, every brush of his tongue over mine sends me spiraling. My hands tighten on his body, pulling him down against me fully. He settles all his weight on me and a moan falls from my throat when his hard cock brushes against mine.

“Can we try something?” he asks, breaking our kiss.

We can try literally anything. There’snothingI won’t give him, so I nod.

He sits back a little, reaching between our bodies, and frees both our cocks. He glances up at me for a second before licking the palm of his hand and wrapping it around our dicks, forcing them together in the tight confines of his fist.

My back bows, a shudder running through me. Fuck, he’s so warm—his body, his cock, his soft hand. It’s so good. He keeps us trapped in his grip as he leans forward and pulls my bottom lip between his, kissing me again.

I gasp into his mouth when he rocks his hips and the feel of his cock rubbing against mine washes over me. I pretty much refuse to come as quickly as I did last night, so I force myself to take a deep breath and focus on his mouth instead of his hand. Which, not really the right thing to do either. Normally, I’d think about history, but since Darcy is now the only thing I can think of when I think about history, even that won’t help.

He groans against my lips and my hips rock on their own. The tight grip he has on us has my eyes rolling backward and the friction of his cock against mine has me seeing stars. The way he’s moving his hips has my mind running a mile a minute wondering what it would feel like to have him inside me. I wonder if he would want to do that with me. Is that a thing he does? God, I hope so.

I moan at the visual my brain just came up with and my back arches as my cock throbs against his. “Feel good?” Darcy asks, sounding slightly smug.

“Uh-huh,” I breathe, already unraveling faster than I should be. Fucking ridiculous.

He picks up the pace, feeding me a steady stream of moans as our kisses grow more uncoordinated and sloppy. This feels absolutely unreal. Transcendent. My hips are rocking up and Darcy is thrusting and we’re basically just fucking into the tight tunnel he’s created with his fist. Fuck.

My breath punches from my lungs as my body tenses and my toes curl. Darcy whimpers, then stills, and I can feel the warmth of his cum on my skin and over my dick. My hips thrust up once more and I’mgone, shaking my way through my orgasm, eyes rolling back and the most embarrassing noises spilling from me.

We’re not even kissing anymore—just resting our lips together and gasping against each other’s mouths as our bodies come down. “Holy shit,” I murmur, running my hand through Darcy’s messy hair.

He hums, sitting up between my spread thighs. He glances down at the mess covering my stomach and chest and smirks, a possessive flare in his eyes that I quite enjoy seeing.

He drags a finger through our combined cum and brings it to his mouth, sucking it off his finger with a quiet moan. My eyes widen in shock and if I hadn’t just gotten off, I think I would be hard again because holy fuck.

He does it again and before he can bring his finger to his lips, I’m grabbing his wrist and redirecting it to mine. Closing my lips around his finger, I twirl my tongue around it, collecting the cum. He draws in a breath, his eyes flaring. “More?” I murmur, my face flaming at what I’m asking for.

Darcy looks at me for a second before nodding. He surprises me by leaning forward and dragging his tongue up my sternum, collecting our combined release on his tongue. He slams his mouth onto mine, making me moan when he pushes his tongue past my lips. I suck on it, feeling completely overwhelmed by how fucking insane it is that I’m sucking cum off another man’s tongue, but my dick’s trying to rally. So, hey, I guess I’m here for it.

When Darcy pulls back, his pupils are blown. “Good?” he asks softly, like he’s worried about what my answer will be.

How do I go about telling himeverythingwithout scaring him off? I don’t. So instead, I nod.

He groans, bending over again to collect more cum on his tongue. It’s fucking debauched and hot and I’m learning all kinds of things about myself today.

This time when his lips land on mine, I tangle my fingers in his hair and push my tongue past his lips, roaming his mouth, savoring him and the flavor of us on his tongue.

“Jesus,” he groans. “I thought frotting would send you over the edge into straight boy panic, but here you are sucking cum off my tongue like it’s a fucking sport.”

“Well,” I start, grinning at making him cuss again. “Iaman overachiever. Besides, you taste so fucking good.”

He doesn’t respond with words. He just stares down at me like he’s seeing me for the first time. I’m not exactly shy about sex. And sure, this is different from what I’m used to, but this isDarcy. “Let me take you on a date tonight,” I murmur, kissing him again.

He lets out an irritated huff. “I have a tutoring session tonight.”

“After?”

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