Page 171 of Wrong Pucking Player

To come this hard without his cock inside me is complete madness, yet I fucking love it.Love this.I’m beginning to find out things that really awaken a side I’ve been so scared of showing to another man.

Until today.

“You win,” he breathes into my shoulder. “Fuck, Andrews. If you can make me climax like that with clothes on, I don’t know what I’m going to fucking do with you naked and beneath me.”

“Or on top of you,” I pant and lean back so I can look into his wild eyes.

“You like to be in control during sex,” he voices the truth.

“Sort of.” I haven’t had this conversation with someone before. “Not all the time. Just sometimes. When I’m in a position that makes me feel like I’m in control of the reins, I feel the impulse to take the lead. I know it’s weird.”

“It’s not weird.”

“My other ex said it was weird.”

That has his attention as he frowns at my words.

“Who?”

“You wouldn’t know—”

“Try me, Andrews. Who is it?”

“Fernandez? Goes by Frankie. Met him in Toronto during my studies. He’s what I call a ‘typical’ man. Wants things his way. Very possessive, but not in an attractive way. He never wanted me to do stuff that wasn’t feminine around him. I guess he enjoys being in his masculine element, so having a tomboy like me around wasn’t very flattering. He liked the sex, though. Always wanted to do it when he was in the mood, but never the other way around. It was a turn-off for him when a woman showed any sign of independence. I used to hide my vibrator in the bottom washroom cabinet because he hates self-pleasure toys, yet he never manages to take me all the way to climax land. He threw my last one out. Thankfully, it was those tester prototypes. He despised them. Anything that stole his manly power from the relationship, really.”

I haven’t told anyone that before.

Not even Wyatt.

“You’re… the first one I’ve told about him. Mikayla doesn’t even know I dated Fernandez for so long. It was supposed to be a fling… but I stayed for so long because I didn’t like the idea of not being in a relationship. Eventually, I had to give up on it. I knew it was toxic, and being with him was only making me feel worse about myself,” I explain the truth. “I only recently started wearing bolder colors as my workout gear because I was tired of covering up and looking boyish on purpose. Fernandez always told me I couldn’t let other men see how attractive I was. In Toronto, I’d be wearing sweats and sweaters during the midst of summer for my runs so no one would see me in a sports bra and shorts. It was physically, emotionally, and mentally draining, and I was tired of not being me.”

“Good on you,” he praises and pulls me down with him as he lies back down. “You don’t need someone controlling you. That’s not you.”

“You’re… okay with my bossy personality?”

“You’re not necessarily bossy,” he admits. “You say it like it is. Nothing wrong with that. I’d rather be with someone who’s truthful with me in my face than someone who lies behind my back. I also like it when you take control during sex. I’m not used to it since I’m normally the top, but it’s hot seeing you in charge.”

“Y-You’re too honest.” I’m blushing at his praise.

“You need to moan my name like that when I get to fuck you, Kenzie.”

Now I’m really red-faced as I peer up at him.

“You… liked that.”

“Mhmm.”

“I don’t think we’re going to survive waiting for slow sex time,” I mutter.

He grins at the challenge.

“I’ll most certainly try.”

“You’re gonna play yourself,” I huff and rest my chin on his chest. “Are you going to explain what happened?”

“I found you unconscious and called Leo and Katherine to come over and assist. Katherine hooked you up and tamed your fever. I washed you up before that and got some pajamas from your place.”

“Meaning you saw my vibrator,” I note.

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