Page 66 of The Player Penalty
A spasm hits me, and I cry out his name. I’m begging him for more and pleading for him to stop. His tongue slows its onslaught, turning tender as soft kisses slowly replace it.
“Did you know lilies are edible? They have a sweet, mild flavor, kind of like you.” Julian sticks a finger in my mouth, and I suck, tasting myself. “Do you remember when I said I would take all your firsts?”
“It was the night we decided to do this.” Why does my voice waver so much?
“I’m going to take another one.” Julian strips off his clothes so quickly the move seems practiced. “Turn over.” I start to do so before he grabs and flips me so I’m on my hands and knees. His fingers swirl down my back, leaving a trail of shivers in their wake before his hand finds my ass, and he shoves. “Like this.”
I gasp with shock at the fast, brutal way he enters me. His cock fills me, and then Julian pulls back before slamming into me a second time.
“Like this.” He shoves my shoulders, pushing my face and chest into the cushion. “Is this how you wanted it?”
A hint of embarrassment hits, and then it disappears as he begins to move. “Faster.” It’s the only word I can manage before any speech leaves my body, replaced by a keening wail.
Julian’s hips slap against me, and the slick sound of skin against skin fills my ears. He wraps my hair through his fist and pulls. His forceful thrusts drive me forward until my forehead hits the armrest, and he doesn’t stop.
“Is this what you wanted? Tell me you want more.”
It’s difficult, but I manage. “More. Please.”
“Beg for it.”
My stomach twists. “Please, Julian. Please. Harder. Don’t stop.”
Julian does precisely that, and a distant part of me wonders if the entire trailer moves. Every thrust shoves me forward, so my head touches the armrest. His fingers dig into my hips and ass.
He screams, and his pace turns frantic. Desperate movements take over as his rhythm falls apart. I rub at my clit, sensing what is coming, as he grunts and thrusts one last time.
We’re both silent after, with only the sound of his rapid breathing between us. Julian slides from my body. I don’t move, frozen from the activity, as the waves of pleasure spill over and lap at my skin.
Julian lands on me, wiggling his arms to hold me against him. “Are you still with me?”
“I think so. Can you give me a minute?”
His responding laugh is silent as his chest hits my back. He kisses a couple of the bumps on my spine.
“I can give you more than that. Come on.” A shock of cool air hits as Julian gets up. He grabs my hips, lifting me off the sofa like I’m a little kid. He holds me against him to take the few steps to his tiny bedroom, and we lie on the bed together. “Is this comfortable?”
“It’s much better.” I stroke the rough shadow on his chin. He nuzzles into my touch as a frown appears on him. “What’s wrong?”
“Did I hurt you?”
“Not even a little. That was impressive.”
“You were impressive. I imagine you naked with your legs wrapped around me almost constantly. We need to find a stretch of time where it’s just us, a bed, and maybe some snacks.”
I snort at the image of us pausing for a quick bowl of cereal or ice cream.
Despite his sweet words, Julian’s frown doesn’t leave.
The first touch of anxiety hits. Julian’s enthusiasm seemed sincere, but perhaps I misunderstood. It’s possible he did all that to please me, but he didn’t enjoy it as much. “Is something bothering you?”
“It’s not you or not the way you think.” He scoots closer so our bodies touch. “Lately, it’s seemed like I’ve been in a coma or sleepwalking these last few years, and you’re slowly waking me up. I developed this weird superstition about allowing anyone into my home. There’s been no visitors, not a single one, until you. It was very easy not to let anyone get close to me, and then you appeared, and now I’m lonely when you aren’t around. It turns out my superstition was a self-inflected curse, and you broke it. What else are you going to do to me, Lily?”
I don’t have an answer for him.
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“Do you have any more blackberries?” Sarah opens the mini fridge in her quest for more fruit. “Already cut-up kiwi? This is heaven and kittens and chocolate all rolled together.”
