Page 34 of Filthy Player

“Fuck,” he groaned and flipped us over. My legs opened immediately, taking his weight and then we were together again, fully clothed.

I didn’t care. I lost all track of time while we made out like teenagers. I wanted this.

Wanted him.

“Beaux—”

“I know—”

“Do you—”

“I feel it, Paige.”

God. We were finishing sentences and thoughts, and I pulled away from him, catching my breath with my hands clinging at his shirt. Lifting. Tugging. He moved off me to discard it and then he was back, his hot hand pushing beneath my tank top.

“I’m not fucking you here,” he said, lips pressing kisses to my throat. He reached my bra, his thumb slid over my nipple, and my entire body trembled from the friction.

“Please.” I had never begged. I’d do anything to get him to continue doing what he was doing.

“I need to see you come, though. Need to see you light up for me, you okay with that?”

Only an idiot would say no, and I had always been a four point oh student. “Please.”

He pulled me toward him, draping my thighs over his while he bent down and pulled the cups of my bra down. Cool air assaulted my breasts right before hot heat from his mouth covered them. He tortured me with his mouth and his tongue while his hand went to my jeans.

A button popped.

A zipper slid down.

I was already so close, my release making me shake with the need to take over but I fought it back, tried to sear every one of his touches, every delicious moment of this night into my memory banks. Yet, I couldn’t stop moving.

I was greedy, so damn greedy that when he tugged down my jeans, I helped him, shoving them down as far as they could go.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Beaux said. “And you taste like heaven.”

I laughed, gripped his shoulders. “I want to kiss you.”

He didn’t make me wait. He arched above me, settling some of his weight off my body and then his hand was there, pressing that sweet spot beneath my panties.

It was glorious.

His forehead hit mine.

“So damn wet. I can’t wait until I can see all of you.”

“Yes,” I gasped and arched into him. My spine burned like I’d been electrocuted. This was too much. Too fast and too strong and too powerful. The threat of my orgasm hitting me so fiercely terrified me and yet I wasn’t moving away.

“Oh shit,” I panted. I couldn’t stay still, I couldn’t kiss him, couldn’t breathe him in. I wanted to pull his body to mine, fuse us together and my Lord…when did I think such crazy and asinine things?

It didn’t matter.

“Come for me,” Beaux ordered, and then his mouth was on mine again. He continued his ministrations, playing my body perfectly and I couldn’t hold back.

I cried out, pleasure coursing through me I’d never felt before.

“Shit, shit, shit.” My words became vowels, consonants too much effort as I clung to him. His shoulders, his back, his arms. I grabbed every small piece of him I could, and it only fueled my desire for more of him.

“Beautiful,” Beaux crooned, bringing me down from sweet orgasmic bliss. “You’re so damn beautiful when you come, Paige. God, I want you.”

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