Page 30 of Play Hard
I pulled my shirt and tank over my head, then followed her movements to sit on the bed and remove my tennis shoes. When she stood, I caught her at the waist, bringing her closeenough to stand between my now spread legs. The jumpsuit had already fallen to her waist, and I reached around to unsnap the strapless bra she wore, tossing that somewhere across the floor. My mouth watered as my gaze rested on her big brown nipples. I wanted them in my mouth expeditiously, but first, I gripped one breast in each hand, loving the weight of them, the smooth warmth of her skin and the hardened buds as my fingers circled them. Using my grip on her, I pulled her closer to bury my tongue in her navel. She had a piercing there. Had gotten it in her sophomore year of high school on a dare from one of the girls on her dance team. A diamond stud glittered at me as I pulled back slightly, groaned, then dragged my tongue over it and her smooth skin once more.
Her hands pressed against the back of my head. “Noah, please stop playing.” She groaned when I nipped a line from her navel around to her hip. “I…I’m ready. I promise.”
“Now, you know better.” I dragged my gaze up to meet hers. Her lips were slightly parted as she panted and I pushed the jumpsuit down. “I don’t rush.”
I continued moving the fabric until it was past her hips, dropping my gaze to see her panties joining in the trek down her thighs. She stepped out of each leg and before she could make another request, I gripped her by the waist and turned to lift and lay her on the bed.
“Yessss,” she hissed, bringing her hands up to cup her breasts.
Leaning over her, I swatted both her hands away. “I got this, sweetness.”
“Hurry.”
Her eyes pleaded along with that one word, and I wondered if I should do another check in with her. Just to make sure we were still on the same page. I mean, yeah, she was practically beggingfor the dick, but a small part of me wondered if her reason for wanting this meant any dick would do.
Closing my eyes, I willed that thought away. Talking myself out of pussy wasn’t a habit of mine. Besides that, I’d already decided tonight was about claiming her again. So if there were any remnants of doubt or another dude roaming in her mind, I was definitely about to make her forget all that shit.
Refusing to deprive myself any longer, I propped one arm on the bed beside her head, then dropped my head down to take a taut nipple between my teeth. Her breathing had already quickened, and when I sank my teeth into the pebbled skin she sucked in a breath. “Uh-uh,” I said mumbling over her now damp skin. “I want to hear that shit. I want to hear every fuckin’ sound.”
I sucked her breast into my mouth like I was a starving baby, gorging on the delicious feel of her. She cried out when my teeth scraped over her nipple again, and I brought my other hand down to grip her other breast. I dragged my teeth over her, through the valley between her breasts until I could capture the other nipple she arched up off the bed.
“Jordan.” She moaned this time, and I pulled my mouth away from her breast with a loud popping sound.
“Say it again,” I instructed her, and began nipping a trail down her torso. When she only moaned again in response, I clamped my teeth down over the skin just above her piercing.
She smelled amazing. I couldn’t help inhaling and exhaling repeatedly as if I wanted to drink it all in to save for a rainy day. “I searched high and low for this fuckin’ perfume,” I murmured.
“It’s still…one of a kind,” she said with a whimper.
I knew that. After trying to order it from the éternelle Companies in Paris more times than I could count, I’d thought luck had finally fallen on my side when I met her godfather, Evan Sheridan, in person at the international premier for one ofmy movies. He’d been equal parts shocked and amused when I mentioned the perfume and my desire to buy all the bottles that had been produced. His response was a tight chuckle before he said, “Hurt my godchild and I’ll kill you.” I took that response as a resounding no.
I clamped down on her skin again, this time not as hard as before. Rotating between intense and minimal pain, heightened the experience. The pleasure ebbed and flowed until it spilled over and… Her body trembled and she lifted her legs to plant her feet on the bed before screaming, “Jordan! Fuck!”
I couldn’t help the satisfied smirk as I licked the skin I’d just bitten. “That’s my girl,” I whispered and continued my trek downward.
With my hands on her inner thighs, I pushed her legs back until her knees touched the bed. Watching her spread open before me had me harder than I’d been in a very long time. I wanted to take my time with her, to make her wait since she thought she could come in here and take control, but shit, her pussy was so damn pretty. “So damn pretty,” I whispered just before licking her from her clit down to her opening where I circled my tongue. She cried out.
“Yes. Yes. Yes!”
It was the permission I didn’t know I craved, but I sucked and licked her like she was a five-course meal, enjoying every damn bit of this woman who I honestly knew would forever occupy a space in my heart. Taking her clit into my mouth, I sucked on it until she bucked off the bed again, her thighs clenching tight around my head. Easing a hand down again, I pressed one, then two, then three fingers into her.
“Shit, Jordan!” She heaved out a breath. “I’m gonna cum,” she hissed. “I’m…gonna…please.”
When I found her spot, I hooked my fingers there and pressed upward while still sucking on her clit. Raising my gaze, Icould see her head moving from side to side, eyes closed, mouth open but no sound was coming out. With one hand she had been tweaking her nipple, but now…now she was coming all over my fingers.
I didn’t give her long to recover, but instead stood, found a condom in my wallet then shucked my pants and boxers. Sheathing myself quickly, I moved between her legs to slide into her with one forceful thrust.
“Dammit!” Her voice was louder than it had been before, and I leaned in to swipe my tongue over her lips.
“That what you wanted?” I asked, then pulled her lip between my teeth for a quick taste. “Huh? You wanted this dick, tonight?”
“Yes.” She gasped and squirmed beneath me, waiting for me to move inside of her. “Yes, this is what I wanted. Please stop teasing me.”
I shook my head. “Tell me you wanted this dick, sweetness.” I moved a hand between us to brush over her nipple. “Tell me you wanted my dick.”
When she went still, I caught her gaze. Her eyes blazed with desire, lips were swollen from our kisses, and her pussy was gripping me like a long-lost glove. But she didn’t speak. “What?” I asked, heart hammering in my chest. “Am I hurting you? You want me to stop?”
“No.” The word came out in a croak, and she blinked. A sheen of tears coated her eyes when they met mine again. “It used to be my dick,” she said softly. “You used to be mine.”
