Page 78 of Force Play
I feel my dick twitch beneath my sweats. It seems to like that idea as much as I do.
“You want to keep having sex with me, Spitfire?”
“Yes,” she admits. “I want to get fucked, and you like to fuck. Let’s just do that together. You can’t deny that we clearly have chemistry in the bedroom.”
“So roommates with benefits then?” I ask.
“Exactly. No feelings, just good sex before we go back to coexisting again after.”
I’ve never done this before, which is obvious when I’ve only done one-night stands.
But the idea of being able to fuck Lucia whenever we want?Fuck,I love the sound of that.
I lick my lips. “Yeah, I’m down.”
Down definitely doesn’t accurately describe my thoughts, though, because if anything, I’m really fucking eager.
“I have one rule,” Lucia states next. “No sleepovers.”
I shrug. “Fine by me. I never stay the night anyway.”
“Perfect. Then I think we’re set.”
Lucia takes a sip of her drink as I slide off the counter and saunter over to her. “So when does this arrangement start?”
“Whenever you want, Ari.” She brings her hands between us, slipping her thumbs under the hem of my shirt and rubbing them over my bare skin. “It could start right now.”
“Now,” I assert. “Right fucking now.”
I scoop her off the counter and start carrying her to the hall.
Lucia laughs hysterically as she holds on to me. “Put me down!”
“I’ll put you down as soon as we get to your bed.”
We just started this, and I can already tell we’re going to have a great fucking time together.
After I pull another three orgasms out of her, Lucia and I both hop into our respective showers, cleaning ourselves up.
Once I finish, I dry myself off, pull on a pair of gray sweatpants, and walk to the living room, plopping down on the plush sofa. I put on an episode ofModern Familyand plan tospend the rest of the day relaxing and winding down after an exciting weekend.
Lucia joins me a few minutes later, strutting out in a pair of tight-as-hell black athletic shorts and a black sports bra.
I fight back a groan and will my dick not to get any ideas. “You gonna start walking around in minimal clothing now, Spitfire?”
She smirks at me as she sits down on the opposite end of the sofa. “I could just walk around naked if you prefer.”
Fuck yeah, I prefer.
“Won’t hear any complaints from me,” I chuckle. “Easier access to you.”
She mutters something under her breath in Spanish before she just turns to the TV. We sit in silence for a few minutes before she speaks again. “You know, I was thinking…”
“About?” I ask, eyebrow raised in curiosity.
“About this whole arrangement between us,” she says. “We’ve both said before that we aren’t very ‘vanilla,’ but we seem to be keeping it kinda tame.”
I think I like where this is going.
