Page 20 of Power Play
The juxtaposition of this entire evening has my brain surrendering and just giving in to primal feeling and emotion.I like this. This is good.Is all my brain can conjure.
My orgasm is hard and sharp and all-consuming. I arch my entire body back, screaming Scott's name, my fingers digging crescent shaped holes in his forearms. My body is full of blinding white pleasure. My brain is buzzed with happy hormones. I'm barely aware of Scott using my body to chase his own release.
He pumps into me a few more times before his cock gets impossibly hard inside of me and he comes, twitching, and gripping, and growling, "Fuck. Lacey."
Holy fuck, it was the hottest thing I've ever felt.
There's a long silence before I start to feel uncomfortable.
"You don't think anyone actually saw us, do you?"
Scott rests his head against my upper back and shakes it back and forth before chuckling. "No, sweetheart, the windows are tinted. But the idea turned you on, didn't it?"
I hum my approval.
I don't know what to expect after this sort of one-night-stand. This was with a co-worker. And we'd established it was only one night. I should grab my things and leave.
What I'm not expecting is when Scott slides out of my body and walks to the bathroom. Okay. This is his polite way of asking me to leave. His cum leaks down my thigh as I start to gather my clothes. I'll put them on, even if my panties are dirty, head back to my room, sneak into my bathroom and take a shower. Okay. I can do this.
But then Scott comes back into the living room stark naked, holding a wet washcloth.
"Sorry I was so rough on you. I knew I wasn't going to last long."
Surely he's not going to...
But with the next thought he's kneeling in front of me, kissing my thigh, and cleaning up our combined cum from my legs and pussy.
This feeling feels too intimate. Too vulnerable. I could handle it when I was just a pussy to come in. When I was just a vessel to get off in. But after care? He's cleaning me. Not asking me to leave. That makes my skin fucking crawl.
"What is this?" I ask, trying for my life not to sound needy.
"This is me, taking care of the woman who gave me the best sex of my life..." and he leaves the rest empty.
I thought it was supposed to end here, just one night. But as his hands linger, soft and sure, I realize I don’t know what ‘this’ is anymore—or how I’d face him tomorrow.
Chapter eleven
Scott
Fuck, that was fun.
I wake the next morning with a smile on my face and my hand on my cock. I give it a hard squeeze. I run my hand along the bed, knowing Lacey's not there. She snuck back to her room around five this morning. We’d spent the night tangled together, unable to get enough of each other, before she snuck out to the vending machine and came back with her arms loaded with junk food. We'd eaten her snacks in bed, naked as the day we were born, and talked like best friends. Before I fucked her ass in the shower.
She'd snuck out in the early morning hours with a chaste kiss and a whispered 'one night'.
Although that left a sour stirring in my stomach, I'd enjoyed Lacey more than I've enjoyed a woman in... I can't remember how long.
Not since before Jacqueline. I'd even told Lacey about her - something I hadn't shared with anyone in years. Something about her made it feel right to share it with her.
"So why is a hot, successful, wealthy, professional hockey coach still single? You've got to have women lining up for a chance to be with the infamous Coach Ward."
She says it so easily, without an ounce of jealousy, munching around a mouthful of chips, but she has no idea how much of a raw nerve she's hit. I look at her over my shoulder. She's been nothing but open and honest with me, and so goddamn trusting with her body, I can't help but return the favor.
"I was married once."
"How did I not know that?"
I give a sarcastic chuckle. "It was probably before you were born."
