Page 58 of Plays Well With Others

“On what?” she asks, trance-like, on an upstroke.

“How wet you are. And if I’ve got you worked up enough to take me all the way,” I say, then slide a hand between her thighs, gliding my fingers through all that slick wetness. Mmm. Yes. She’s silky and hot, but I need to get her even wetter. Drive her wild. She lets go of my dick, lifting her hips for me as she grips my shoulders.

That’s it. That’s the way to find out.

I stroke her eager clit till she’s moaning and arching on the counter, offering me her wet pussy.

Just to be sure though…

I slide a finger inside her and she gasps. I crook it, then draw a delicious circle on her clit with my thumb as I stroke inside and out. I add another finger. She’s soaked. Then I nip her earlobe. “What do you think, Sunshine? Think my cock will fit now?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you could give me a lesson in size as you fuck me,” she says, biting her lip.

I go up in flames. “You are a fast learner,” I say as I ease out my fingers, then bring them to my lips, sucking off her taste. “Fuck, you’re sweet.”

“And you’re dirty,” she says, her lips curving up.

“I think you like my kind of dirty.” I grab a condom from my wallet, then toss the billfold onto the counter. As I open the foil, I play the part of gentleman for a second, asking, “Want me to fuck you on your bed? Will that be easier?”

The woman knows her mind since she shakes her head adamantly. “I’ve never been fucked on a kitchen counter,” she says in a whisper full of wicked delight.

My cock throbs as I cover it, eager to give her a first. I tug her closer to the edge of the counter, keeping the apron under her bare skin. I line myself up and rub the head against her slick heat. She can’t seem to tear her gaze away from the place where we meet. Her eyes are locked on us.

“You like that? The way we look when we’re about to fuck?”

“I do.”

I take my time. Pushing in just an inch or two.

Her hands shoot out, grabbing my shoulders.

“Does it hurt?”

She winces as she nods. “But I like it.”

My brow furrows. “You sure?”

She digs her nails into me. “Yes. Give me more.”

Well, I won’t deny her. I ease in another inch or two, and she’s gritting her teeth.

“Rachel,” I say, cautiously. “We can stop. We can try another—”

“—I’m in a long-term relationship with several industrial-strength vibrators. I want the real thing and I want it now.”

Like I stood a chance at denying her.

I ease in more. She squeezes her eyes shut. But with her jaw set, she urges me on: “All of it. Give me all of you.”

I am a torch. I had no idea my best friend was like this in bed. Eager, hungry, fearless.

And so turned on.

I slide in the rest of the way, and she sucks in a breath. “God, Carter. You’re so big—”

“—You’re so wet, baby. That’s why you’re taking me so good. You’re so fucking turned on. That’s how you can take my dick.”

She shudders, then opens her eyes. “Yeah, I’ve been a little horny for you lately.”

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