They took each other. Because nothing about their connection felt like role-playing, or a game, or submission.
Control was not given or taken. There were no power plays. There was only him holding tightly to her hips, drawing her up on his long, hard cock, then lowering her back down and filling her completely, touching her so far inside that she knew it wouldn’t take her long.
There was only her, loving every second of the way he felt.
Right now, the only roles they were “playing” were of lovers, coming together for the first time. The only thing that existed between them was a deep and dark desire to be consumed by each other.
As he grasped her harder, moving faster, he dipped his head to her neck, kissing her. He was always kissing her. He mapped a path to her ear and whispered, “Tell me, Casey. Tell me who your jealous lover is.”
“You are, Nate,” she said in between breaths, as the ripples of pleasure slammed into her and she cried out, squeezing her eyes shut because the feelings were too intense to take.
“Tell me who’s about to make you come,” he growled into her ear.
“You are,” she said as he drove into her, his cock filling her to the hilt.
“Do you have any idea how much I wanted to be with you today?” he said, and his voice was stripped bare. She looked into his eyes, and he was gazing at her as if she was a marvel to him.
She shook her head. “How much?”
“You were all I thought of,” he said, his breathing wildly erratic. He was narrowing in on the apex of pleasure too. Watching him near the edge flipped a switch in her body. She went from grasping for the sweet release there in the distance to feeling the start of it, deep inside her, in her belly, in her bones, in all the distant corners of her body and far into her mind. He was taking her there and there was no turning back from this intensity. She dropped her mouth to his lips and kissed him relentlessly as she rode him to the edge of pleasure.
“Say my name,” he commanded, breaking the kiss, his voice rough and needy and so damn hungry for her.
“Nate,” she moaned, as he gripped her hips.
“Say it again. Say my name as you come. Tell me who’s fucking you.”
“You are, Nate. You are. You’re fucking me. You’re touching me. You’re making me feel this way. You,” she said, grasping his shoulders to hold onto as she rocked wildly against his cock, as wave after endless wave rocketed through her, electric desire sweeping across every cell in her body and bathing her brain in endless bliss. He chased her there, thrusting powerfully once more into her, his hands digging into her hair, gripping her head as he groaned and grunted, and then called out her name as he came.
Minutes later she was still wrapped around him, not wanting to let go, when she became aware of the white noise of cheers and claps from behind the glass. She tensed for a moment, thinking, even though it was crazy, that everyone at the ballpark was aware of what they had done. But when she craned her neck and looked out the window she simply saw that the game had ended and the Yankees had won. She turned back to Nate and the look in his eyes was one she hadn’t seen before.
She couldn’t pinpoint what that emotion was exactly. But it matched the way he’d looked at her earlier, when she’d first sunk down on him. She feathered her hand against his chest, wishing she could capture that emotion, study it, and know what to do with it.
“Hi,” she whispered.
“Hi.”
“I’m glad you came back.”
“Me too. How was it?” he asked, gesturing from him to her.
“Are you really asking me?” She tilted her head to the side. “Wasn’t it obvious?”
He nodded and smiled broadly, a big satisfied grin on his gorgeous face. “It was obvious. I still want to hear it from you.”
She dropped a quick kiss on his lips. “It was amazing. You’re going to ruin me for anyone else.”
“Good.”
“No! It’s terrible,” she said jokingly. But she wasn’t entirely joking when she added, softly, “No one will compare to you.”
“Again, that is good.”
She laced her fingers through his hair, watching him as relaxed into the softness of her touch, and the sweet unwinding from the intensity of their coming together. “You were really good with the whole jealous lover act,” she said.
He raised an eyebrow. “I was?”
She nodded. “Yeah, I believed it.”
“You did?” He furrowed his brow at first, then understanding dawned and he slowly nodded.
“You seemed so jealous,” she said, trying her best to make it self-evident in her tone that they were talking around the truth without having to fully admit anything. She hoped he understood all that she meant.