Playing for Keeps(16)

 

“You looked so sexy tonight. I didn’t get to tell you that before.” He releases his touch on my cheek and shrugs out of his jacket. He tosses it on the chair in the corner, and then he’s pulling at the silk bow tie to unknot it while his gaze stays glued to mine.

 

I finally reach up and run my thumb carefully along the faint bruise underneath his eye. His lips part, but he stays completely still, letting me explore. His stubble is rough against my palm as my hand slides down his cheek. Then I draw him closer, urging his lips back to mine.

 

This seems to spark something in him and his kiss turns molten hot—his tongue seeking entrance and tangling with mine. I make a low, desperate sound in my throat, and suddenly Justin’s fingers are at the nape of my neck. He draws the zipper of my dress down my spine with a satisfying low hiss.

 

I don’t break our kiss to slide the dress off my shoulders, or even when it falls to the floor in a puddle around my bare feet.

 

And I’m still sucking on his tongue, still making needy sounds when his hands descend on my curves, caressing over my ribs down to my hips, until I feel his calloused palms gripping my ass—which he uses to haul me closer.

 

He lets out a soft grunt when my pelvis rubs against the impressive bulge in his pants, and a warm shudder pulses through me at the contact. His hands stay on my ass, kneading the flesh of my cheeks while my trembling fingers move to the front of his dress shirt to begin working on the buttons.

 

He pulls the shirttails from his pants, and then shrugs it off, dropping it to the floor. A half-naked man in front of me would be an exciting thing. A half-naked pro athlete ratchets everything up to a whole other level. His chiseled muscles and smooth, tanned skin are perfection. His pec muscles and abs are downright lickable, and those biceps would have no problem supporting my weight while he fucked me. The nude-colored lace thong I’m wearing instantly grows damp at that thought.

 

His body is built for sin and whatever qualms I had about tonight vanish in an instant. I want this. I want him. I damn well deserve it.

 

I reach for his belt and begin tugging it free.

 

His lips break from mine and he gazes at me in wonder. One hand is still on my ass, and the other is now buried in the hair at the back of my neck. “Are you sure about this?” he asks, voice thick.

 

I realize this is it. He’s giving me a moment to consider if I want to back out. A second to contemplate what a ‘friends with benefits’ arrangement could mean if my brother ever found out. And I know he wouldn’t hold it against me if I chose to hit the brakes on this entire thing.

 

It’s sweet of him, but I shake my head. “I want this.” I pause, weighing my words, in an attempt to clear my head. I need to be the one in control here—it has to be me calling the shots or this will never work. “As long as we both agree this stays casual—no feelings, no one gets hurt.”

 

Justin doesn’t say anything for a moment as he processes this, but I see an unmistakable flash of understanding behind his eyes. “You’re right. We can’t have anything ruin our friendship, or complicate things with your brother.”

 

“Exactly.” I nod. “The second one of us starts to develop real feelings, we have to communicate immediately, and then the fun stops.”

 

Owen is not just Justin’s best friend, but also his roommate, and a teammate, and they have a demanding job and a schedule that can’t allow either of them to lose focus and fuck up their careers. It seems like we’re on the same page with this. It’s just a fling. Nothing more. Nothing less.

 

“Okay,” he says. And then his lips are back on mine and he gives me a playful shove. I fall onto his bed, resting on my elbows as I watch him stand in front of me. He tugs the belt free and drops it onto the floor. And then he reaches one hand inside his pants to adjust his stiff length and I almost groan.

 

He lowers himself to his knees on the side of the bed, grabs onto my ankles, and pulls me until my butt is close to the edge of the mattress. Planting his mouth on my inner thigh, he leaves wet, sucking kisses as he moves lower, until he’s nuzzling me, softly biting me, right over the lace of my panties.

 

I let out a moan of frustration and thread my fingers into his dark, silky hair. Tonight could not be going any better, even if I’d scripted it. Eat your heart out, Becca.

 

 

 

 

 

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All You Can Eat Buffet

 

 

Justin

 

 

 

God I could eat her all night. Elise squirms on my bed, her pale curves so beautiful against my bedding. I plant chaste kisses along the lace of her panties and appreciate the way she whimpers and thrusts her hands into my hair.

 

After one last open-mouthed kiss right over her center, I peel her damp panties away, tugging until she lifts her ass and I can remove them completely. Her natural instinct is to close her knees, but I shake my head.

 

“Don’t hide this perfect pussy from me.” My voice comes out so deep and husky, but I don’t bother clearing my throat because I doubt it will help. I’m so fucking turned on right now, my dick is leaking pre-come in my boxer briefs and she hasn’t even touched me yet.

 

She groans and throws her forearm over her eyes. “Oh God. You don’t have to…”

 

“Have to what?” I grin up at her, amused by her shy reaction. “Eat your pussy?”

 

She nods, cheeks slightly pink.

 

“Trust me, baby, I do. I’ve been dreaming of this moment for way too long.”

 

She lets out a squeak of surprise that turns into a moan the second my tongue touches her sweet flesh.

 

“Oh my fuck,” she gasps, gripping the back of my neck with one trembling hand.

 

“That’s it,” I murmur, tongue lapping against her in a slow, steady rhythm. “Let me make this pretty little pussy come.” I bite her inner thigh and give her perfect cunt a light slap. “Would that be okay with you?”

 

“Oh fuck,” Elise moans, shivering from the pleasure when I return my mouth to its rightful place and take a long, deep suck of her clit.

 

If I weren’t so incredibly turned on right now, I could almost chuckle at her responses. She’s so primal and needy, grinding against my face, pressing my head closer with her hands, and pushing her hips off the bed to get my mouth closer—which I am not opposed to—trust me. I love how into this she is, and I really love that it’s me causing these reactions from her.

 

I reach into my pants and give the base of my cock a warning squeeze. I’m so heavy and hard, I need to calm myself the fuck down before I embarrass myself. It’s like my dick knows how good the sex is going to be and it’s eager to blow this for me. Actually the word blow is not helping matters. The visual of Elise on her knees before me, those pouty lips taking my cock is too hot for words.

 

I make a sound that’s half grunt, half frustrated need and lightly bite her clit.

 

Her hips shoot off the bed. “Did you just bite me?”

 

I look up at her and grin. “Yes.”

 

“Ohhh.” Her eyes sink closed in pleasure and she moans long and low in her throat.

 

I give her another gentle nibble before adding one finger, pushing my middle finger slowly inside her hot, tight heat.

 

I groan again when I feel how warm and wet she is and my cock jerks behind my zipper.

 

“Oh God.” She shudders.

 

I take my time, licking and sucking her in time to the steady movement of my finger. I could do this all fucking night. I made a lot of mistakes the first time we were together. I don’t intend to make any tonight. In fact, I vow to make it my mission to see to it that she has as many orgasms as she can handle.

 

I increase my tempo and Elise pants.

 

“Yes. Like that. Fuck.” Her voice is hoarse and so sexy. “Just like that.”

 

Her muscles tighten and I sense how close she is. I don’t let up, not even when she curses my name and her tight body clenches around my finger.

 

Letting her ride the high of her orgasm for as long as possible—until her body twitches with overstimulation—I finally withdraw my finger and plant an open-mouthed kiss on her inner thigh.

 

“That feel good, baby?”

 

“That was …” She pants and lifts up on her elbows, mouth lifting in a satisfied smile. “Get up here.”

 

I’m grinning as I make my way up over her body and onto the bed. I pull her warm, pliable body into my arms and Elise sighs.

 

My lips slant over hers at the exact moment we both hear it. The slamming of the front door and heavy, uncoordinated footsteps falling over the wood floors. My heart stutters for a moment and my stomach tightens.

 

“Brady!” Owen calls from the hall. “You in there?”

 

Oh fuck.

 

My erection is pressed right up against her wet pussy.

 

I swallow down a wave of nerves, fighting to compose myself so I don’t sound like I’m about to blow my load. “Yeah. I’m a little busy at the moment. Talk later?”

 

He laughs. “Sorry to interrupt.”

 

Elise’s eyes, wide with panic are latched onto mine. “Oh my God!” she whispers, clamping one hand over her lips.