Page 240 of Scoring the Player
I shiver as his voice slinks down my spine.
He made it in safely.
The walls that were pressing in around my throat are pulled back.
Another warm brush passes over my nipples, and then little stings prick down my stomach, making me moan.
“Baby,” I rasp, as a barely there lick tickles the tip of my cock.
I roll my hips, but his mouth is gone.
My thighs are parted, then a wet caress over my rim that feels like my toes sinking into warm sand passes over me.
I drag my eyes open, but the weight of sleep and pent-up need presses them back down.
Warm strokes roll across my rim as he licks the skin in long strokes.
I whimper when it suddenly stops. The anticipation steals my breath.
I suck in a breath as cold slick’s massaged over my rim and then thumbed inside of me.
“Please,” I beg as I’m stretched open, the pace maddeningly slow.
It earns me another finger, but it’s not enough.
“Salem,” I croak.
There’s a husky chuckle as I’m emptied.
I unclasp the sheets, caress the top of his head, and grind my rim across his lips and chin, moaning when his tongue sinks inside me.
I babble guttural pleas as his tongue rotates and reaches deeper. Then his finger’s pressing in, his free arm tightening around my waist, holding me down as he reaches so deep that every curl of his finger spreads hot spasms through my body.
I groan as the pace slows, and more slick is fingered inside of me.
My eyes shoot open a few seconds later when a strip of warmth spreads over my inner thighs.
“Fuck,” I rasp as his naked, uncut cock glistens with lube, the tip already leaking, the metal heads glistening. He’s biting his lower lip as he guides it to my rim. His eyes flicker shut for a few seconds as he spreads his pre-cum over my rim.
“Please,” I beg, making the brown of his eyes recede into dark pools.
I fist the sheets as he starts to push in.
I cry out at the same time he utters, “My god.”
Air traps in my lungs as my body adjusts to the stretch of him.
My next breath is a hiccup.
He stills inside me as he shifts forward until his lips are on my lips, then thrusts slowly.
When he glides out, leaving just the tip and sinks in hard, shocking my body with pain-pleasure, my vision whites out.
He thrusts again, the pulse of pleasure so intense he wraps an arm under my back as an involuntary shudder shifts me toward the headboard.
“C-can’t,” I sputter.
“Hmm?” He kisses my lips.
