Page 45 of Force Play
“Fuck, you like having your ass played with, don’t you?”
I nod frantically.
I’m not vanilla, either. I love experimenting and trying new things. And I do very much love all things involving my ass.
Ari thrusts faster and harder, struggling to keep himself together. “Goddamn, Luc,” he groans, not slowing down. “This tight little cunt squeezes me so well. Fuck, you’re gonna make me come.”
I take one of my hands and slide it between my legs, teasing it over my clit as I start meeting Ari on every thrust. We’re both so worked up right now that we both unravel almost immediately. My pussy pulses around him, and I feel his shaft swell inside of me as he comes, spilling every drop into the latex.
Panting and breathless, Ari removes his hand from my mouth as we both move to lean back against the door.
“We should…” he pants, pausing for another breath, “get back out there.”
“Yeah,” I agree. “Don’t want them to realize we’re missing.”
Ari removes the used condom, tying it off and finding a trash can to throw it in. We get dressed in silence and sneak out of the closet and back into the busy club.
Minus a pair of underwear, though.
Sorry to whoever finds my black lace thong the next time they go into the supply closet, but it was too dark for me to find.
Such a shame.
That was my favorite pair.
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Ari
God,I’msofucked.
It’s barely been eight hours since I hooked up with Lucia, but I can’t stop thinking about it.
Why? Who the hell knows.
Maybe it’s because I’m used to only sleeping with people I don’t already know, and even if we aren’t friends, I’ve known Lucia for almost two years.
Or maybe it’s because we just really fucking clicked in the bedroom.
Well, supply closet, but still.
The sex was every bit as good as I thought it would be. Better even.
So good that my morning shower consists of me replaying the moment in my head as I jack myself off to the memory.
When I’m officially spent, I turn off the water and dry myself off. I throw on a pair of black sweatpants and a white T-shirt before I put my glasses back on—I honestly just hate contacts, usually only wearing them when I absolutely have to.
I smell coffee as soon as I hit the hallway, and I know I’m going to find Lucia in the kitchen, just like she is every morning.
Sure enough, she sits on a stool at the kitchen island, her favorite mug in hand. She must be heading to the gym soon because she’s dressed in a loose tank top with a tight sports bra on underneath and a pair of black athletic leggings.
I both love and hate when she wears those because they make her ass look so damn good.
I shake the thought from my head, walking over to the coffee pot and pouring myself a mug. “Morning,” I say, taking a sip.
“Good morning,” Lucia replies, a small smile on her face. “Sleep okay?”
“Yeah. Thankfully, not too hungover today.”
