Page 55 of Make the Play

“Your skin is so soft,” he murmurs.

“We should compare,” I say against his lips, sliding my hand beneath his T-shirt and tracing his abs with the tips of my fingers. He’s wearing basketball shorts, and I can see the evidence of what my touch does to him. The sun is setting, and the sides of the truck bed hide us, but just in case, I grab the extra blanket and pull it over us.

“Are you cold?” he asks.

“No, but I needed to do this,” I say, as I slide my hand beneath the waistband of his shorts and boxer briefs to grip him.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

“Should I stop? Can someone see us?”

“No, we should be safe out here, but just in case.” He gently removes my hands from his pants and moves to shut the tailgate.

“Now you can’t stretch out.”

“Yeah, but now you’re protected. Even if someone had a camera and a long-range lens, they can’t see what we’re doing.

“I like the way you think, Beckett.”

“Yeah? Then you’ll love this.” Dipping his head, he kisses me as he unbuttons my jean shorts and slides his hand beneath my thong. “Corie.” He hisses out a breath. “Is this for me?” He runs his fingers through my folds, feeling how wet I am for him.

“Depends, is this for me?” I ask, gripping his hard length again, this time over his shorts.

“Only for you,” he assures me.

“Only for you,” I repeat his words, kissing his neck. Stopping, I tap his hips, and he lifts for me, allowing me to pull his shorts down just to his thighs where they’re not in the way. He pulls me back into a kiss while I stroke him from base to tip, enjoying the warm, heavy weight of him in my hand.

“These need to go,” he says, tugging at my shorts. Pulling out of the kiss, I wiggle to get my shorts and panties off before lying back next to him. “This isn’t why I brought you here.”

“Yeah, but aren’t you glad you did?” I ask, my tone light and teasing.

“I’ll never regret any amount of time spent with you, Corie.”

“Good. We better make this one stand out,” I say, gripping him again, this time a little firmer as I start to stroke.

He turns on his side, and I adjust my grip as he slides one long, thick digit inside me. I exhale in relief. I needed his hand on me, or in me… however you want to spin it.

I just needed him.

His lips find mine, and we get lost in one another. In the taste of our shared kiss, in the touch of each other’s hands. When he adds another finger, my back arches, and I lift my hips needing more.

“I feel you, baby,” he says, raising my shirt, pulling down my bra, and sucking a hard peak into his mouth. “You’re close. I can feel it. Your pussy is gripping my fingers like a vise.”

“I’m close,” I tell him.

“We do this together,” he rasps.

“What?”

“You heard me. Together.”

“I…” My voice trails off when he adds another finger.

“Wait for me. Grip me tighter,” he instructs. I do as he says, and he moans into my neck where his face is buried. “Fuck, Corie, that feels so good,” he utters.

“Knox… I’m there,” I say, trying to hold off, but my orgasm is coming fast and hard.

“Do it, baby. Come for me,” he demands, and that’s precisely what I do. I keep stroking him, and I feel his hot cum land on my bare thigh.

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