Page 59 of Force Play
We carry on our conversation, keeping it light and surface-level. We don’t delve deeper into his relationship with his dad because I can see he doesn’t want to do that.
Not with me, at least.
But I did manage to get his mind off of it.
I’m considering that a win.
After a light evening workout, I clean myself off in the shower, ready to call it an early night. I slip into my favorite yellow silk pajama tank and shorts—I always get hot when I sleep—dry my hair, and then tie it off into a braid so I won’t have to style it tomorrow.
When I walk back into my room, though, I’m startled by a thud next door in Ari’s room, followed by a muffled, “Fuck…”
Instead of getting into bed, I walk into the hallway, listening closely. When I hear Ari groan, I forgo knocking and just walk into his room, thinking maybe he’s hurt.
And boy, was I wrong because the sight in front of me was not atallwhat I was expecting.
Instead of finding Ari on the floor in pain, I see him on his bed, eyes closed and furiously stroking his dick.
I must make some noise as I stand there slack-jawed because his eyes fly open before he shouts, “What the hell are you doing in here, Lucia?”
“I thought you were hurt!” I reply quickly. “I heard a thud, and then I heard you groan.”
Ari keeps a tight grip on his shaft, holding himself but not stroking while we talk. “I knocked the bottle of lube off my bed.”
“I thought you might need help or something,” I say softly, a little weirded out by the situation.
Ari pinches his brow with his free hand. “Clearly, I don’t.”
“Right,” I mutter, ready to hightail it out of here when I catch something under his hand. Something that looks like black lace, and it clicks into place. “Are those my panties?!”
I thought he might deny it, but he owns up to it instead. “Yes,” he chuckles.
“You told me you couldn’t find them!” I state emphatically, closing his door and marching over to his bedside.
Because that’s a great idea since hestillhasn’t let go of his dick.
“I lied,” he smirks, the slightest bit of pink tinging his cheeks. “Put them in my back pocket after I slipped them down your legs.”
“Why?” I ask, sitting down by Ari’s feet.
He looks at me curiously, probably wondering why I’m still here, but shrugs it off. “Not really sure.”
“And you pulled them out tonight to jack off into?”
Ari’s blush deepens. “Used them the other night, too.”
Instead of freaking me out, the thought actually turns me on. He might not hook up with the same woman twice, but he’s thinking about me enough to use my thong to get himself off.
It’s a confidence booster if anything.
I’m practically salivating as I look at him now, tongue darting out to wet my bottom lip. He follows the movement, and then he takes a deep breath as he stares at me.
“Show me,” I demand.
“Show you what?”
“Show me what you do. Show me how you use my panties to make yourself come.”
Ari’s grin is deadly, and I feel it throb in my core. “You wanna watch me jack off, Spitfire?”
