Page 69 of Wicked Player

“I gotta get going.” I brushed my hand through her hair. Damn. It was so fucking soft. Felt so good and by the way she always closed her eyes and gave me a sleepy smile when I did, she liked it too. “I’ll see you later, though, right?”

She rolled to her back. The sheet was down by her waist. There wasn’t a hint of nerves as she sprawled out naked, almost completely exposed to me. I inspected her body with meticulous fashion, memorizing every dip, every little freckle. Two small ones were right at the edge of her breast and I kissed her there, then her nipple.

“You’re a horrible tease,” she whispered, voice husky and sleepy.

I couldn’t stop touching her.

“You’re tempting. What do you expect me to do when you’re showing off your hot little body?”

She laughed softly and she pressed her hand to the back of my head. Her slim fingers brushed over my scalp to the back of my neck and as I continued kissing her breast, her hips started rolling.

I grinned at her, tongue sliding around her nipple. “Need something else?”

“Always when you’re around.”

Her hand moved in that direction and holy shit that was hot. I batted away the sheet, watched her slide two fingers through her slit.

Which just gave me a great idea for what we’d do next time. She’d get me off. Then I’d watch her get herself off.

But this morning, pleasuring her was my job, one I took seriously. I brushed my hand down her stomach, readjusted my position on the bed so I had a better view.

Her knees bent and thighs opened wide. Her fingers glistened with her juices and as she rolled them around her clit, showing me exactly how she liked to take care of herself, I grabbed her fingers in my hand.

Sucking them into my mouth, my eyes closed. A rumble grew in my chest. Heaven. She tasted like heaven and still a hint of me. Which was fucking hotter than I would have thought.

“Gage,” she gasped. “I was really close.”

I sucked her fingers again and replaced hers with mine. “This is mine,” I said, running my fingers around her swollen and throbbing clit like she’d done. “You get to use it when I say.”

“And when you’re not around?”

“You wait for me.”

“And if you’re out of town?” Her face scrunched with displeasure.

Little minx. I slapped her clit and she gasped. Eyes closed from the sting of it but by the quivering breath, she also really liked it.

“Then I’ll FaceTime you and you can show me. In fact,” I bent down and kissed her as her movements went jerky. It took nothing to get this girl off, or I just knew exactly what she wanted. “I think we’ll do that next time. I’ll sit there, stroking my dick, and you’ll spread your legs. You’ll want my dick in you. You’ll ache for it, Beth. And even then, all you’ll have are your tiny fingers.”

“It’s not the same,” she gasped. Her head thrashed side to side. Hips arched and pressed against me. I shoved two fingers into her, found that perfect rigid area inside, and rolled her clit with my thumb.

She went off like a rocket and I kissed her through it and when she was done trembling and I pulled back, kissing her nose one time and then her cheek.

“I really have to get going, but I’m really pissed about it.”

She laughed softly, rolled and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I pulled her so she was sitting next to me, leaning against me. “Thanks for trusting me.”

She meant at Velvet and me allowing the blindfold to come off.

“Thank you for earning that. Not many do.”

“I’ll make sure it’s worth it.”

Cheeky thing. “You already have. Later? You’ll be at the bowling alley.”

She pulled back and scooped her hair into her hand, holding it in one fist at her shoulder. Grinning and no longer looking sleepy but well-fucked, she grinned. “I’ll be the girl in the ugly shoes with her very own pink glitter ball.”

“You have your own ball? You didn’t mention this last night.”

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