Page 178 of Make the Play

Her fingers curl into my shirt, and she nods.

“You like that?” I ask, curling my fingers again. “Like being touched in the dark with your panties still on?”

I pull my hand free, bringing my fingers to her lips.

“Taste.”

She takes them into her mouth without hesitation, tongue flicking over the tips, eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck,” I mutter, kissing her hard.

Then I’m shifting, kneeling in front of her, dragging her panties down her thighs slowly. She helps me, lifting her hips, and I bunch them into my pocket to keep them safe.

She’s breathing hard now, lips parted, flushed in the faint light. I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her with me, pressing her back against the mirrored wall with a soft thud.

“I’ll go slow,” I whisper, lifting her thighs to wrap around me. “But if you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna fuck you stupid.”

Her nails dig into my shoulders.

“I dare you,” she breathes.

I quickly unzip myself with one hand, keeping her steady against the wall with the other. She lifts herself up, then lowers back down as I push in slowly, her body stretching around me with a gasp that goes straight to my spine.

She’s soaked, tight, and warm, and her hands fly to my hair, mouth dropping open against mine.

“Fuck, Zo…”

Her head tips back against the mirrored wall, and I watch her in the low glow. The way her mouth parts, the way her lashes flutter. The way her whole body is trying to stay quiet, trying to behave, just for me.

“You look so good like this,” I rasp. “You always do. Fucking perfect, you know that?”

“Keep talking,” she whispers, voice strained.

“Yeah?” I thrust into her harder, hand back between her legs, fingers circling her clit while I fuck her into the wall. “You want me to tell you how you feel? How tight you are around me, how wet you are for me? Want me to tell you how I’m gonna come so deep you’re still gonna feel me at brunch next weekend?”

She lets out a strangled moan, nails biting into my arms.

“You wanna come, sweetheart?” I whisper against her ear. “Gonna make a mess on my cock while I fuck you in this elevator?”

“You can’t talk to me like that, I’m trying to be quiet,” she pants, clenching around me.

I grin, because she fucking loves it, loves when I tell her every filthy thought it my head.

“You’re doing so good for me,” I breathe. “Such a good fucking girl.”

I pound her harder now, the wet sound of our bodies obscene in the dark. She tightens around me, and I feel her coming undone. It’s my absolute favorite thing in the world—something only I get, something sacred.

“Fuck, Chase, I’m gonna—”

“Yeah, you are. Gonna come so hard on me, taking every inch of my cock. Do it, baby, let me feel you.”

She shakes through it, clinging to me, moaning against my shoulder as she pulses around me, and I lose it. I grip her ass tighter, slam into her twice, then bury myself deep, groaning low and rough into her throat as I come inside her, hips jerking with every wave of it.

Eventually, I pull out slowly, savoring the slick stretch and the way she shudders as I slip free. My cum spills from her in a slow trickle, and fuck, the sight alone nearly undoes me again.

She exhales shakily; her dress is rumpled up around her waist as she slowly releases her legs. I drop to my knees, press a kiss to her thigh, then lower my mouth between her legs.

“Chase—” she starts, but I cut her off with my tongue.

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