Page 64 of Playoff
“Like what?” I lifted my gaze from the red lace to her face.
“Like this.” She shoved me off-balance and I fell back.
Before I could regroup, her hands were on the waistband of my sweats and shoving them down. My cock, rock hard, popped out and slapped against my stomach.
“There,” she said, brushing a hand over it. “My turn to drive you crazy.” She finished removing my sweatpants and wiggled herself between my legs.
I stuffed a pillow behind my head so I could watch her. The panties were a thong, exposing smooth, creamy ass cheeks, and I wanted my hands on them. I looked down at my cock, where she was crouched between my legs, her tits almost spilling out of the bra cups, and I wanted my mouth on those.
But then her hand was back on me, her mouth took me deep, and my brain fried.
I’d had women take me deeper. Deep throat and swallow around my cock. I’d seen bigger breasts and rounder asses. But Jess was something different.
Part of it was her expression. The way she pulled off and kissed my thighs and nuzzled my balls. The way she watched for my reaction, then smiled and did the things that drove me the craziest again.
It was also the care. This blow job wasn’t about impressing me, it was taking care of me, in a way I wasn’t familiar with. I’d never been with someone who knew me as well as Jess had learned to so quickly, and she was damned affectionate.
It was going to ruin me, in the best way.
When I got too close, too fast, I ran my fingers through her hair and pulled her gently off. She blinked up at me, licking her lips.
Fuck.
“Up here,” I growled. She climbed up my body, dropping kisses as she went. They burned like brands. I brought her to my mouth, needing to please her, thank her, claim her.
She sat back. Her chest was heaving, so I tugged on one bra cup and her tit popped out. I tugged her forward and sucked it into my mouth. I licked around the hard nipple, gently bit until she was squirming on top of me.
I paused, ready to do the same to the other side, but she put a hand on my mouth. “Wait.” Sprawled over me, she reached for the bedside drawer and grabbed a condom. “Figured you’d have some nearby. And now, I still have things to do,” she said before lifting up and sliding back till my cock was rigid in front of her.
She ripped the packet open and gently sheathed me. I shivered and waited for her next move.
She knee-walked forward, till my cock was right there, under her pussy. She grabbed my erection with one hand, and the slip of fabric from her thong that led to her ass with the other. She tugged it aside and sank down on me.
I shuddered. She was warm and tight and welcoming. She trembled on top of me, eyes closed, enfolding my entire length. One bra cup was on, the other off. She took a long breath and opened her eyes, a satisfied smile on her face.
She tugged her other breast free and leaned forward.
“Now, do that again while you’re in me.”
Anything she wanted. And while I feasted on her breasts, she moved, clenching on my cock, sliding up and down and driving me insane. When she was close, she sat up, riding me in earnest. I licked my fingers and pressed on her clit. The sounds she made had my balls pulling up tight.
Then she came, whispering Yes, yes, yes like she’d pretended to do when she was here before. And that, and the pulsing of her pussy as the pleasure spasmed through her, sent me over as well. The orgasm was out of my control and left me shaking.
She slid off me and collapsed on the bed, messy and sated. I should’ve moved but I wasn’t sure I could. I didn’t know if I’d ever been this relaxed.
I wanted to wrap my arms around her and pull her into my side. To have her head rest on my shoulder, so I could pet her hair and keep her close…
My brain pinged out a warning.
I didn’t dare to. Not when this was the last time. I shoved those feelings back and rolled to the side of the bed, stood on shaky legs and went to the bathroom to take care of the condom.
I didn’t recognize the man in the mirror. Not just the short hair and stubble I was getting used to, but the soft expression. His face and chest were flushed, his lips swollen, and he was smiling the sappiest smile I’d ever seen on myself.
This was bad. It was so bad. It was hard to make myself care through the sex hormones, but my brain was working again. This had to be the absolute last time.
I glared at myself and returned to the bedroom.
Jess had fallen asleep, sprawled in the middle of the bed. I should wake her up, but she looked peaceful. Debauched, but there were no worry lines on her face.
