Page 81 of Role Play
“You’re so close,” he observes, his voice thick with desire. “I can feel it. Your pussy is pulsing against my tongue. Am I doing a good job, baby?”
“Yes,” I moan. “But faster,” I beg.
“There you go. Tell me how to make you come.”
Desire is a raw and visceral creature that takes over me, like a predator with eyes fixed on its prey. I don’t care about anything. Not a damn thing in the world matters right now except to find my release. “Make your tongue wetter, and flick the tip against my clit. I need your fingers too.”
“So. Fucking. Perfect. Your little pussy is my favorite playground. I’m going to have you singing in a minute, baby.”
The vulgar words, spoken in his deep, commanding voice, pummel me with another deluge of arousal. My thighs try to close against the intensity, but his broad shoulders keep me spread open, completely at his mercy.
When he slides a finger inside me, I cry out at the sudden fullness. He works it slowly at first, getting me used to the sensation, then adds a second finger, stretching me deliciously.
“So tight,” he groans, the rumble of his voice warm against my core. “You’re gripping my fingers like you never want to let go.”
He curls his fingers forward, finding that spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. Combined with the relentless attention of his tongue on my clit, it’s too much. The tension that’s been building snaps suddenly, violently, sending waves of pleasure radiating outward from my core.
“Forrest!” His name tears from my throat as I come hard against his mouth. My body arches like a bow, every muscle taut as the orgasm crashes through me. He doesn’t let up, his fingers still moving inside me, his tongue still working my clit as tremors rack my body.
Wave after wave of euphoria wash over me, each one slightly less intense than the last, until I’m pushing at his head, oversensitive and trembling. Even then, he gives me one final, gentle kiss before relenting, his fingers withdrawing slowly.
The bandana is gently untied, and I blink against the sudden light. Forrest is looking at me with a mix of satisfaction and what looks suspiciously like genuine affection.
“That,” he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand in a gesture that should be gross but is somehow incredibly hot, “was really well done.”
I let out a breathless laugh, feeling gloriously boneless. “I didn’t do anything. I just lay here.”
He smirks. “Well, you lay there perfectly. You did exactly what I told you to and got out of your head. Good girl.”
I’m completely spent, yet the stirring begins again below my navel. “I may have a bit of a praise kink.”
“I guessed that,” he says with a sly smile. “It was either ‘good girl’ or ‘my dirty little slut.’”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Don’t ever call me a slut if you want this to go any further.” I glance down at the bulge in his pants.
He grins, stretching out beside me on the bed. “Noted. But maybe we should pause here. Get cleaned up and finish painting?”
Reality crashes back in.Stop? Is this rejection?“Why? You’re not into it?”
He shakes his head, looking genuinely regretful. “The opposite. Wasn’t exactly planning for this when we set out to paint a kid’s room. I don’t have a condom on me. Do you?”
“No,” I say. “We could do other stuff, though. Do you want a blowjob? It’s only fair.”
“Fair?” Forrest asks, absentmindedly. “Sora, you did your part. Koda and I have a home, right? I’m here soyoucan explore. You don’t need to worry about what I want.”
Shame presses me into the mattress like dead weight. I know he didn’t mean it, but his statement makes me feel dirty and used. This wasn’t an organic moment of passion. He licked me clean to earn his keep. Fuck, I slipped. For a moment it felt…so real.
I hold my palm over my clit and spread my fingers, trying to cover as much of my nakedness as possible. “I should probably…”
“Let me,” he says, retrieving my underwear and pants from the floor. As I put them back on, he watches with undisguised appreciation.
“Are you all right?” he asks once I’m dressed again.
“Yeah,” I mumble. “Fine.”
His eyes drop to the floor, then flash back to mine. “Except you’re blushing. So, you’re lying.”
I place my hands on my hips, childish angst pouring over me. “Out of curiosity, how much would you charge a woman to go down on her, let’s say à la carte?”
