Page 108 of Who's Playing You
“Because it also serves as a reminder of what you’ve lost,” he said without me having to say it.
I shuddered a breath before admitting on a breathy exhale, “Yeah, something like that.”
“I’m so sorry that you’ve gone through all of that. But you don’t have to do it alone anymore. Okay? Promise me?”
“I promise you.”
“Okay, so now, since we’ve gotten that cleared up,” he said as he shifted closer to me on the bed.
I eyed him suspiciously, “Wh-what are you doing?”
His hands cupped both of my breasts, as if he were weighing them. I peered down as his fingers brushed over my nipples, making them immediately harden to points. His index fingers lazily rubbed over my hardened peaks as he licked his lips and watched how he played with me.
“Honey, I love your breasts. They’re beautiful and perfect.” He looked up at me and I smiled at him in appreciation. He was being so genuinely sweet and affectionate with this delicate situation.
“If you’ll allow me, I’ll always make sure you feel good, and that includes your tits, which frankly, Scottie...Fuck.” He let out a pained breath. “I really want to devour them. It’s become one of my most favorite things right after eating out your sweet little pussy.”
“You say the sweetest things, Nicholas.”
“Oh sweetheart, I’m not trying to be sweet. These tantalizing tits are calling my name and begging for my attention.”
I looked down at his raging hard-on, which he couldn’t hide to save his life and laughed, “Looks like there’s something else that’s begging for attention.”
His eyes quickly jumped to my eyes, before returning to stare at my breasts, only to return to my eyes where I raised my chin in the direction of his very proud and upright cock, which was now leaking precum.
He glanced down at it, and when his gaze returned to mine he was smirking.
He moved his hand, letting the weight of my breast drop, and started stroking his erection, smearing his precum over his tip.
Without thought I salaciously and unapologetically licked my lips.
“You see something you like?” He asked teasingly.
As I watched him stroke his erection with slow, languid movements, and watched as more precum leaked from his tip it hit me like a freight train.
“You didn’t wear a condom!” I said to him as my eyes snapped to his.
His whole body stilled.
His right hand still held my breast, but his teasing of my nipples ceased. Likewise, he was no longer stroking himself. His large hand just held his full-on erection as he stared at me.
“Wh-what?” he replied almost sheepishly.
“Before… in the kitchen. Oh my God, you didn’t wear a condom,” I almost whispered. My brain was processing. And he could tell.
“Sweetheart, it’s going to be okay… we-we got swept up in the moment…” He didn’t outright apologize for his part, but I suppose we were equally to blame after all. And he was right, we both got so swept up.
Deliciously so.
I took a cleansing breath, clearing my head.
Trying to formulate a plan.
He noticed, because he tipped his head to the side. “Honey?” I locked eyes with him. “It’s going to be okay, you know that right? No matter what.” I nodded my head, because I believed him when he said it.
He believed it too.
But this felt almost like reversed roles. Weren’t the guys usually the ones who freaked out over this type of scenario? And yet, here he was.
