Page 23 of Tempting the Player
I take him in my mouth, as far as he can go, right to the back of my throat.
“Oh fuck… that feels… Christ!” He grunts as I take him a little deeper, my mouth works up and down his shaft, sucking and running my tongue along the underside as I do. He is writhing and squirming underneath me.
I work him until the pressure builds, and if possible, he gets harder in my mouth, his cock pulsing.
“I'm close… Jesus Christ!”
I speed up, and his hand comes to the back of my head, pushing me to take him further. His dick hits the back of my throat, and his cum fills my mouth.
“FUCK! That’s so fucking good… shit.”
After I've finished swallowing his release, I slowly withdraw and climb up his body to lie on top of him. He wraps his arms around me.
“I was wrong... that was the fucking sexiest thing I've ever seen. It wasn’t supposed to happen, but I'm glad it did!” he said, chuckling.
“You might be hell-bent on the whole no sex thing, but we’re only human - gotta throw a girl a bone, or a boner – once in a while.”
He throws his head back and laughs, it’s the nicest sound ever.
“I'm not gonna lie, it’s always nice to get a blow job, but you giving me one? That’s off the scale . . . I can barely form a sentence.”
I smile into his chest sleepily as he strokes up and down my back. I sigh and curl into him further. He pulls the duvet to cover us, and I vaguely feel him kiss my forehead as I drift off to sleep.
Chapter 10
The next morning, we’re still in the same position, neither of us has moved a muscle. I try to roll off him to go to the toilet. His grip tightens around me.
“Going somewhere?” his voice is more gravelly with sleep.
I peel my head off his chest, it was way too comfortable there. I smile at him. “Not what you think, lover boy, I need the toilet.”
“Loverboy?” he asks, his lips twitching.
“It’s the nickname my friends may have given you. It started all those years ago, and when we hooked up again, it re-surfaced.” I grinned at him.
He chuckled, “Why ‘lover boy’? Dare I ask?”
“You were such a player back then, and we thought you were still a player now. You’ve proven you're not that anymore; we were out of order. . . I was out of order. Also, and I'm not sure I should tell you this part for fear of your head getting too huge, but I may have mentioned that you were ‘OK’ in bed.”
He smiles roguishly at me. “Only ‘OK’ huh?”
I push myself off him and walk towards the en-suite.
“Yeah, only OK,” I say over my shoulder.
He laughs as I close the door.
We take a shower together, where he makes me come with his talented fingers. When we get out and get dried off, he makes me a breakfast of bagels and cream cheese, with a long-overdue cup of tea. It’s easy, chatting, eating with him, the banter, there's zero awkwardness. I still can’t believe he got up on stage and said those things about me last night. I’m happy.
He brings me out of my daydream when he asks. “What are we doing today?”
We?
“I have to go to The Trafford Centre to pick up Jess’ birthday present, I'm afraid.”
A massive shopping complex in Manchester is not gonna be his idea of fun.
He shrugs, “Can I come?”
