Page 58 of False Play
The need gripped every bit of my senses and clouded my already dulled mind as pre-cum leaked out of me afteronesingle pump. My brain was dizzy with desire, my body buzzing with so much adrenaline, you’d think I was in the middle of a tied game about to hit the perfect shot.
I swiped my thumb across the head of my cock to spread the pre-cum, and a moan got lodged on my throat at how sensitive I already was.
I shouldn’t have been doing this. It was a terrible,horrificidea.
But with each passing, delicious stroke, I managed to shut down the logical side of my brain. This was one of those things I was going to take to the grave with me because I couldn’t stop. Between the sounds of her toy—which, by the way, I envied sofucking much—and her breathy moans, my body was trembling.
I was too far gone, and I was too much of a happy motherfucker to care.
Another moan slipped out of her. This one was louder and needier. I pulled my hand away from my cock and spat then fisted it again and shut my eyes as vivid images started to play inside my wicked head.
Kennedy spread on my bed, with her legs open and giving me the perfect view of her glistening pussy and her toy. In the wild depths of my imagination, the toy was pink—because, of course, it was. I knew her. I wouldn’t have expected anything else. I stood in front of her and started giving her directions as my eyes eagerly took in every single one of her movements. She may have been a fire of a woman, but something told me she wouldn’t be opposed to being controlled in bed.
But if I were being honest, I’d let her boss me around, too. Either option sounded equally hot.
I wondered if she used toys often.
Did she like to edge herself and draw out her orgasm, or was she a quick-and-done kind of person?
The things I would have done to be privy to that kind of information were too many to count.
I would have loved nothing more than to have her teach me how she liked it. To sit and watch and learn what drove her crazy. I wanted to recreate it and make it a hundred times better for her.
I would have been such a good little student if she’d let me. I would have made itsogood for her.
Did she like her clit stimulated? Or only penetration? Or maybe both?Fuck, I hoped it was both.
With that filthy thought in my mind, more vivid imagesflickered through my brain. I was on top of Kennedy, and her knees rested against her chest as Ithoroughlyfucked her. The head of my cock hit her sensitive spot repeatedly, and when her pussy started to grip me like a vise, I made her suck my index and middle fingers and used those same two digits to rub her clit in quick, circular motions until she spasmed and came around me.
The image was so vivid, and I gripped my cock tightly. I wished more than anything for her pussy to be gripping me instead, but I needed to make do with what I had.
A pathetic whimper slipped past my lips, and I bit down hard on my bicep to muffle the moans that threatened to escape.
I was pretty sure this right here—listening to my hot roommate, the woman I couldn’t get out of my head, pleasuring herself with a toy—had gained me a prime spot in hell. But,fuck, I was more than happy to pay for my sins.
I only wished I had been brave enough to walk up to her door, kick it down, and get myself a heady taste of her. But even though I was half buzzed with alcohol and lust, I wasn’t stupid enough to do something so drastic.
We still had rules.
Any other man would have taken it as a good sign to offer themselves if they accidentally heardhermoantheirname. Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to.
Sure, I loved pushing her buttons, and tonight I entered a flirtatious game I knew was going to be nothing short of amazing, because a woman like Kennedy loved to fight fire with fire. But it was just that—a fun game. I had no plans of pushing it any further. I was going to respect her wishes, even if it killed me.
The rustle of sheets and a soft click, followed by the sound of the vibrator becoming louder made my body tense and mycock jerk eagerly against the palm of my hand. Her moans became choppier and more frequent.
The sound was the best kind of torture. I’d never been so happy to be suffering.
I continued to jerk myself without an ounce of shame—because, let’s be honest, that boat had long sailed. My movements became sloppier and faster as the sounds coming out of her pouty mouth continued to become huskier. Her moans were like a siren’s song. I was enthralled. They became my sole focus. My heart kept racing. I was panting so hard, you’d think it was my first time touching myself.
She was close. I could tell by the way her toy kept making quick, pulsating sounds and the way she started moaning, “Fuck,” repeatedly. I quickened my strokes, because I wanted nothing more than to fall over the edge with her. I was so close already, it wasn’t going to take much.
And then—by some miracle of whoever was up there in the sky—Kennedy moaned my nameagain, and that’s when I completely lost it.
I was transported to another goddamn planet. Stars danced across my line of vision.
With a low moan of her name, I tensed my abdomen, and hot, sticky cum spilled out of me. I came so hard and fast, it coated my hand and my stomach. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and my cock jerked at a vivid image of Kennedy licking my fingers and abdomen clean and not wasting a single drop.
Once I came down from my post-orgasm high, I stood from my bed, careful not to make more of a mess, and headed to the bathroom. When I stared at myself in the mirror, I was almost embarrassed at how much of a mess I made.
