Page 102 of Who's Playing You
“Not likely,” I replied. “Try me.”
She bit her lip, to which I leaned forward and nipped at her lips. “Stop biting them. Only I can do that,” I said as I began kissing her in earnest. Before long I’d bent down at the knees so I could cup her ass in my hands and lift her into my arms. She knew by now what to do and wrapped her legs around my waist.
My tongue played with hers and I tried to be gentle, I really did, but I was honestly feral for her. I desperately wanted to devour her.
We were both starting to pant when she leaned her head back for purchase, only for me to follow her and start kissing her all over again.
Who needed air when you had Scottie Anderson’s lips on yours? Air was overrated anyway.
After another few minutes where I deepened our kiss even more, she placed both her hands on my face and held it still while she pulled back. I desperately leaned forward, attempting to again follow her, but she just laughed.
“Easy boy. We have plenty of time.”
“Be that as it may, you’ve been gone too long and I need you,” I told her as I pushed her back up against the side of the house and pushed my pelvis into hers, letting her feel how hard she’d made me.
To be honest, I’d been hard since I saw her pull into the driveway. Only to be made worse the moment my lips began devouring hers.
I thrust into her in a perfect rhythm only for her to respond with a pained expression on her face, her hands dropping to my shoulders.
“You feel what you do to me?” I asked her while her head fell back to the siding of the house, only exposing her neck to me by so doing. I didn’t waste a minute and immediately started kissing down her neck and devouring her, making her moan louder.
Her hips moved in rhythm with mine. I had my one hand on her ass, holding her up. My fingers inched their way to her most intimate part as I gently applied pressure and my fingers drew circles, enhancing the sensation. My other hand had snaked up her torso and I began kneading her breast. It didn’t take much of that to feel her hardened nipple, the nipples that had become my lifeline.
I loved nothing more than to suckle on them. They were divine. All made better by the fact that Scottie’s nipples were so sensitive and she was so responsive to my every tweak, grope, lick and sucking action. Playtime with Scottie was my absolute favorite.
I pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, which caused her to gasp. That action had her arching her back and lifting her body further into me, her breast closer to my face where I was still kissing her neck, and I quickly replaced my hand with my mouth.
Sadly her T-shirt and bra were a barrier, but I didn’t let that stop me.
I sucked her nipple so hard through the cloth barriers that she began chanting, “Nic…Nichol…oh my gawdddd. Nicholas! Oh, oh…”
I had managed to completely splay my hand out on her ass, and position two of my fingers right over her most sacred hole. Up until now I had been gently applying pressure to it, or as bestI could through her jeans. But when she started chanting my name, calling me God, I pumped my two fingers into her back hole while I doubled down my efforts on her nipple.
With the free hand I had since replacing my mouth with it, I had gently placed my fingers around the front of her neck.
But when she gasped again, her head facing skyward, it exposed her neck to me even further. With that opportunity up for the taking, I applied gentle pressure to her throat.
Some referred to it as a hand necklace, I just considered it an opportunity to provide even more pleasure.
This caused her to moan even louder, which had me about to lose my goddamn mind!
I couldn’t take it any longer.
I had so much pre-ejaculate leaking from the tip of my hardened cock that I wouldn’t be surprised if the front of my shorts were drenched. Well, it wasn’t really a question because I could feel Scottie dripping through her jeans.
In a hasty move I released her nipple, only to see a huge wet spot from me literally salivating over her breast. With my hand on her throat, I angled her face to mine and sucked her tongue into my mouth while I adjusted my grasp on her.
We were on the move.
I was so desperate for her and couldn’t take a second longer without being inside her.
I hastily moved through the front door and went for the closest flat surface. Sure, the floor could have been an option, but Scottie deserved better than that.
The kitchen island would have to suffice.
I gently laid her down on it, kissing down her body while both of my hands moved to the neckline of her T-shirt.
We were both panting so hard, desperately trying to catch our breaths. My chest heaved for oxygen, and hers did too, but when she did it, her breasts rose with each intake.
