Page 75 of Playing for the Hat Trick
“Only if it comes with the full package.”
I chuckle. “Oh, it does. No refunds. No mercy.”
Then I kiss her again—filthy and hot, tongue deep, my cock pressing against her belly like it knows exactly where it wants to be.
And I’m not waiting long to get it there.
She’s spread out beneath me, pupils blown wide, that flirty smirk playing on her lips like she already knows I’m hanging on by a fucking thread.
I’m not above begging.
I brace my weight on one arm and reach toward the nightstand. The drawer slides open with a soft scrape.
“Looking for something?” she teases, eyes tracking every flex of muscle like I’m the main act and the encore.
“Condom,” I mutter, rifling through a shamefully large collection. “Don’t judge the stash.”
She bites her lip, then shifts on her elbows, hips nudging mine, her voice all heat and trouble. “Let me.”
I freeze. Blink. Swear I forget how to breathe.
“You sure?” My voice cracks like a teen boy in a locker room.
Her smile turns lethal.
“Scientific curiosity,” she says and pushes gently at my chest until I roll onto my back, breath catching as she crawls over me. She straddles my thighs, and for one terrifying second, I think I might come just from the way she looks at me—like she’s already decided how I’m going to fall apart for her.
She grabs the condom, but she doesn’t open it right away.
Oh, no. First, her fingers wrap around the base of my cock like she owns it.
Then—fuck me—her tongue flicks out and licks the head. Just once. Just enough to make my hips twitch and my brain glitch.
“Fuck, Scottie,” I groan, head hitting the pillow. “You trying to kill me?”
She hums like this is casual. Like she hasn’t just made me see my ancestors. Her mouth closes around the tip, tongue swirling slow, lips tight, teasing me with the kind of evil that makes a man question every life decision he’s ever made.
“Oh my God, you’re—” I gasp, knuckles white against the sheets. “You’re mean.”
She pulls back with a pop and a grin that makes my stomach twist.
“Just making sure you’re still alive.”
Then, finally, she tears the foil and rolls the condom on—slow, her fingers dragging down the length of me, eyes locked on mine like she knows exactly what it’s doing to me.
I flip us before I combust.
Her back hits the mattress, and I settle between her thighs, forehead pressed to hers as I line myself up. I kiss her once—deep, soft, laced with every filthy promise I’m about to keep.
Then I push in.
Inch by inch.
Fucking slow.
She gasps. Her nails dig into my back. Her legs wrap around my waist like she’s trying to drag me deeper. Her walls clench around me, hot and perfect, and, fuck. It takes everything in me not to lose it.
“You okay?” I whisper, voice shredded.
