Page 69 of Who's Playing You
He kissed down my neck and between my breasts as he cradled himself between my thighs, gently grinding into me in rhythm with his kisses. I ran my fingers through his soft dark hair, and he looked up at me through his lashes. He left one last kiss on my bare stomach, where he’d pulled my shirt up, before grinning at me.
“I thought we were going to,” I began as he ground into my core again and I could feel how hard he’d grown and I moaned so loudly that I was glad that he didn’t have neighbors.
“Going to what, baby?”
“Mmm. I don’t know… this feels like a good plan too,” I trailed off as I scratched my nails down his shirt, grabbing the hem of it at its base and pulling it up and over his head.
He chuckled in response. “The best plan,” he said before capturing my lips once more.
Before long my shirt had joined his and he was unbuttoning my jean shorts, when his thigh began vibrating. I laughed out at his obvious frustration.
“Sorry, my phone,” he explained as he attempted to grab it from his pocket. “Let me turn it off.”
“If it’s important…” I trailed off as he looked at the screen.
He turned the device around to show me the screen where I saw a bunch of text previews, all from what looked to be a group chat titled Trickie Nickies. “Definitelynotimportant! Those assholes can wait,” he explained and dipped down to kiss the juncture of my neck and shoulder as he pushed his phone off to the side on the ground next to us.
He’d successfully unbuttoned my shorts and was in the process of dragging them down my legs when his phone began vibrating non-stop. He glanced at the screen as the third call came in. “For fuck’s sake,” he said in frustration. “I’m so sorry Scottie, that asshole won’t stop until I answer.”
I glanced at the screen and saw a picture of a guy in a suit, holding a football, with the name “The Love Machine” lighting up the screen.
I raised an eyebrow at him. “That’s some sort of name.”
“Well, he’s some sort of guy,” he began by way of explanation. “He’s one of my two best friends. He literally won’t stop callingso, ugh, he’s the worst cockblocker. Jus-just stay just like this, I’ll be quick,” he began.
I laughed at his annoyance yet again before saying, “You want me to answer?”
A sly grin reminiscent of The Grinch graced his lips. “Yeah, that’d be epic. Fuck with him. Here,” he said as he hit accept and put the call on speaker.
“About fucking time you little dickhead,” the deep voice on the other end of the line said.
“Hello? Who’s this?” I answered in a sweet and innocent voice.
“Oh shit, sorry,” he said before mumbling more quietly, “Did I dial the wrong fucking number?” when he must have pulled the phone from his ear most likely to check the number he had dialed, which had me giggling while Nicholas was laughing against my skin where he’d resumed pressing open-mouthed kisses to my now very heated skin.
“Wait, who the hell is this? Where’s Nick?” he demanded.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said in a sugary-sweet voice. “He’s a little busy at the moment. May I take a message for him?”
“Are you fucking kidding me? The little shithead is trying to get his dick wet, isn’t he? Don’t fall for his charm,” he said in a flirtatious way. “He’s not all he’s hyped up to be. What’s your name, darling?” he drawled.
That had Nicholas’ attention because he raised his head up, “Back off asshole,” he directed towards the phone that I held in my hand where it was still on speaker.
“Oh! There’s our Golden Boy. So ahh, what are you two crazy kids up to?” he asked cheekily. “Who’s your new lady friend, huh?” he asked.
“We’re busy. What do you want?” Nicholas grumped as I let out a squeal when he circled my nipple with his tongue.
I whisper-hissed, “Nicholas! Stop,” not meaning any part of it.
His friend must have heard because he began laughing. “Yeah,Nicholas, staaap. Leave that poor girl alone, who’s name is…” he let the last part hang.
“Scottie, my girlfriend. Scottie, meet my asshole cockblock of a best friend, Nic,” I stilled as I registered him referring to me as his girlfriend. “He literally has the worst fucking timing too.”
“Ahh, the infamous Scottie. It’s nice to meet you, but don’t believe a word that that jack off tells you. He’s in factnotall that,” he laughed. “So gorgeous, tell me, what has you two busy at the moment that he can’t spare me a few minutes.”
I stumbled, “Oh, umm,” but nothing came out while Nicholas’ best friend didn’t even attempt to hide his laughter on the other end of the phone.
Nicholas gently captured my hand that held the phone and moved it closer to his mouth. “Unless this is a life or death situation, I will have to call you back.”
