Page 13 of Learn the Play
“That’s a dangerous game, Bellamy.” His hand slides under my hair and grips my neck, pulling my forehead down to his. “I don’t even know your last name,” he says, his voice gritty with desire.
“Just a little,” I say, lifting onto my knees to reach between us and grip his cock.
“Motherfucker,” he says, as I stroke him.
“Tell me no.” My voice is almost pleading. This is risky as hell. I’m on the pill, but that’s not 100 percent effective.
“Are you on the pill?”
“Yes. I take it at the same time every day.”
Lifting his head, his dark blue, stormy gaze seizes me. “You want this?”
“With you. Just—I need to feel you, Reid.”
He nods. “Do it.” He drops his hand from my neck, and suddenly his hands are no longer on me.
“What are you doing?” I ask, needing to feel those rough hands of his against my skin.
“You have complete control over this.”
“Do you not want to?”
I don’t know what I expected, but it’s not a soft smile. “Do I want to give you something I’ve never given anyone else? Yeah, dream girl, I do.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve never been bare inside a woman.”
My mouth falls open. “Oh, we don’t have to,” I say, releasing my grip on his cock.
“Don’t you dare,” he says, moving my hand back between us. I take him in my palm and stroke him gently. “I’m all in if you are.”
His eyes bore into mine, and in that instant, something shifts—an understanding, silent but absolute. We both want this despite the risks. That’s all either of us needs as I slide down onto his cock.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he chants. He fists his hands at his sides, and his eyes lock onto where we’re connected.
“Wow,” I breathe. “I didn’t know it would feel so different.”
His eyes snap open. “Looks like I got to give you another one of my firsts tonight, too.” He moves, sitting up straighter, both of his hands resting against my cheeks. “You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met before.”
“I hope that’s a good thing?” I say, rocking my hips, making us both moan at the friction.
“Of course, it is. That’s why you’re my dream girl,” he says as he leans in, and the world narrows to the space between us.
When his lips finally find mine, it’s not gentle—it’s raw, urgent, like we’ve both been holding back too long. His hands are in my hair, mine gripping the bare flesh of his toned shoulders like he’s the only thing keeping me upright.
The kiss deepens, heat surging between us, each movement charged with something that feels like hunger and something that feels like home. There’s no hesitation, no pause—just the crash of two people who need, and finally take.
“Bellamy,” he warns. “I’m close. I need to pull out.”
“Yeah,” I agree, because that’s the right thing to do. The responsible thing to do.
“Fuck!” He cries out as he lifts me off his cock, and his hot cum hits my belly. I stare down at us, at the mess we made, and I can honestly admit that this is the hottest, sexiest moment of my life.
I made him lose control.
“Turn,” he commands, and I do as he says. Scrambling off his lap to turn and face the spray. The water hits my belly, washing away his release. “Lean back,” he murmurs, and I do, sitting back on his lap and resting my head on his shoulder.
