Page 55 of Fair Play
“Next time, I’m going to take my time and kiss every inch of you,” he whispers gruffly. “I’m sorry I can’t do that tonight.”
“Do I look disappointed? In case you couldn’t tell, giving head is one of my favorite things. I’ll suck your dick any time you want me to.”
“Jesus, woman, you really are trying to kill me.” He squeezes one ass cheek. “Now get up here and let me taste you.”
I hesitate because as much as I love to perform oral, I’ve never been a huge fan of being on the receiving end. I’m not sure why, but it’s probably because I’ve never been able to get off that way.
It doesn’t seem like the time to tell him that, so I move slowly and deliberately, pausing once I’ve straddled his chest and squeezing my breasts together. Then I inch forward, maneuvering over his shoulders until my thighs are on either side of his head.
“So pretty,” he whispers as he leans up and presses a soft kiss on my clit.
I press my hands flat against the wall for balance and crouch down more so he doesn’t have to work as hard. His hands close around my hips, positioning me where he wants me and then—dear God. His lips are warm and soft against the delicate folds, and he kisses a trail along my slit.
Despite my reservations, Rome seems to know more about what I need than I do because he’s doing something wicked inside me with his tongue, making me squirm and pant. My eyes are squeezed shut as I try to focus so I don’t suffocate him, but he doesn’t seem to have any reservations. When he wraps his lips around the piercing between my legs, I jerk a little—it’s still fairly new so I’m not used to the sensations—and he eases up.
“Too much?” he asks.
“A little.”
This time he sucks it gently, like a soft nibble, with just enough pressure to send me right back into arousal.
“So wet,” he whispers before flattening his tongue against me firmly. He kisses and sucks at the skin, and I can’t help writhing against him. In my experience, a lot of men don’t know how to balance skill and pressure. If you’re in the right spot, you can go harder. But if you’re not, it’s just uncomfortable.
Rome is not one of those men.
He knows exactly how much I can take. Once he puts his tongue inside me again, I’m done thinking—all I can do is ride this out.
“Oh, fuck…Rome!” I gasp as he slides a finger inside me while simultaneously tugging on my piercing. A second finger joins the first and the pressure is exquisite. Then he curves them and hits a spot no one’s ever found before.
My vision blurs, and I smack my hand against the wall as a wild orgasmic wave shoots out of me.
“Rome!” I scream his name, my hips bucking against his face, the orgasm rolling over me with so much intensity I can’t feel my legs.
“That’s a good girl.” Rome gently lifts me by the hips and I somehow wind up beside him.
“Holy fuck. That was… wow. I’ve never had an orgasm that way before.”
“You’ve never orgasmed during oral?” He looks genuinely mystified.
I shake my head. “Nope.”
“You’ve been sleeping with the wrong guys, baby.”
“Tell me about it. And now you may have created a monster.”
“Works for me.” He tugs me closer so I’m sprawled across his chest. “But we’re going to have to figure out what to do next because Bodi won’t be gone for long.”
“Ugh. Not now,” I say. “Let’s think about that tomorrow. Tonight, I want to revel in what we just did. And if you’re a good boy, I might suck your dick again.”
Chapter 20
Rome
I wakeup alone but hear movement downstairs, telling me Billie is still home. I have no idea what time it is, my thigh is throbbing, and I have to piss like the proverbial race horse, but I just want the gorgeous woman downstairs to come back to bed—the one we made a mess of last night.
Everything is a disaster: a blanket on the floor, sheets deliciously tangled, and the towel we slept on half-wrapped around me since we managed to leave a wet spot neither of us wanted to sleep on.
And I didn’t even make love to her.
