Page 7 of Playing For Keeps
“Fuck you, Joseph. You did all that just to get me to tell you?”
“Because I hate not knowing the entire truth. I hate that you’re so closed off. It’s driving me crazy.”
“It’s been five years and you still haven’t figured it out? You definitely don’t deserve to know. Leave me the hell alone.”
She’s furious. She grabs a towel, wraps it around her body, and sprints into the house.
Maybe I shouldn’t have asked.
My dick is still painfully hard. It’s literally throbbing. All I can think about is thrusting into her tight wet center. She wants me just as much. I sit there for 10 more minutes until I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to go find her, and then we’ll finish what we started.
Chapter 5
(Selena)
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I want to scream in frustration. I enter my room and jump on my bed, then I cover my head with a pillow. Why does Joseph always do this to me? What he did by the poolside was beyond cruel and now, I can’t stop thinking about it. About him. My wet center is pulsing and I want release really badly. I stand up and make sure my door is locked before quickly discarding my swimsuit.
I hop back in bed and lay down with my pulsing sex exposed to the cold room air. Gently, I slide one finger in and endure the rush of chills that spreads over my skin. Digging my teeth into my bottom lip, I go again, making sure to rub over my clit this time. Pleasure pings within the walls of my hips and I sigh softly as one finger becomes two. I’m staring across the bed, focusing on nothing in particular as my fingers chase my satisfaction. But then I stop, with my eyes focused on the luggage bag.
I get to my feet and walk to the luggage bag, enduring the vibrations still occurring in the crease between my thighs. I zip the bag open and push my hand beneath the layers of cloth. When my fingers curl around it, I smile. When I pull my hand back out, I’m holding my small, red, bullet vibrator. I had packed it with me on one of my previous trips. While staring at the bag, I remembered I had never taken it out. Pleased with my find, I walk back to the bed and lay down before sliding the device inside me. I debate on who to concentrate on. Joseph has always been the subject of my fantasies but right now, I’m irritated with him. I settle on just clearing my mind of everything and enjoying the sensations. I massage my breast, running my finger over one nipple. My hips pulse rhythmically against the device. Heat gathers across my arms and legs, and my body throbs for a strong release.
He invades my mind. Just like he always does. I imagine his cock sliding into me, thrusting and fucking me hard. I slide my hand along my stomach, past my belly button to my swollen and tender spot that aches to be touched. I imagine it’s Joseph. I imagine his fingers rubbing against my clit.
I alternate between rubbing slow and fast and then my insides writhe. My toes curl and I find myself moaning Joseph’s name loudly as I come. I pant heavily and as the high begins to dissipate, there’s a loud banging at the door.
I jump in surprise and then fear. I’m pretty sure these walls aren’t soundproof which means whoever is behind that door just heard me come while moaning Joseph’s name. I gulp nervously, before grabbing a towel and moving to open the door.
Joseph’s face greets me on the other side. With a deep inhale, his muscles flex and anger shrouds his gaze.
“What were you doing, Lena?” he asks. There’s something else swimming in the depths of his blue eyes. Desire and lust.
“None of your business,” I tell him with a sneer. He shoulders his way into the room. I make sure to lock the door before whirling on him. When he catches sight of my vibrator on the bedside table, he smirks.
“We both know my cock is so much better than that, Lena,” he tells me.
And then his lips meet mine, kissing me with abrupt, forceful passion that explodes my chest. A breathless moan leaves me before I can catch it. Our bodies connect like they’ve been dying to for years. I’ve missed him so much. He hikes both of my legs around his waist, pinning me to the wall. His tongue slides into my mouth, wrestling with mine in the most natural way possible. My fingers slide into his thick, soft hair, gripping and exploring it, just like I used to before.
He breaks away once to whisper in my ear.
“You don’t have to replace me, love. You can have all of me.”
I drink him in with every kiss, my body curving towards his chest and his hardening against mine. I cross my ankles around his waist, dying in this heat. He breaks away again, this time to suck on my neck. His lips are soft and I moan with a piercing cry. The spot between my legs has found his cock. I don’t dwell on the fact that he’s fully clothed while I’m bare for him. My towel is lying on the floor somewhere, I don’t even know when I lost it.
“Clothes, now,” I demand and he chuckles.
He obeys though, he hurriedly takes off his shirt and his pants. When he shoves down his black boxer briefs to reveal his cock, I let out a happy sigh. He’s just as big as I remember. I have the sudden urge to descend down and suck him in my mouth but then he walks back to me and kisses me. His fingers slip inside me.
“You’re so wet,” he whispers.
“I need you inside me right now.”
He smiles but doesn’t stop thrusting inside me with his fingers. I climax within a couple of minutes. Then he takes his fingers out and grips the base of his cock. I swear I lick my lips in anticipation.
“Bed, now,” he tells me. I don’t even hesitate before climbing on the bed and spreading my legs for him. He smiles. Then he climbs on the bed and on top of me. He slowly begins to slide in. I clench around him and my mouth opens in a moan. Joseph groans.
“You’re always so fucking tight,” he tells me through gritted teeth.
