Page 61 of Play With Me
“Come on. You know what I want to see.”
I stare at him. “This has to get old.”
“You have no idea how fucking good it is each time.”
I roll my eyes once more and then shift off him, turning around, my body still straddling his, my ass right near his face.
“Can I take a video of this?”
“Mmph,” is all I say, and he takes that as a yes.
I couldn’t say no if I tried. The fact that he wants to watch this over and over again is so fucking hot.
“Hold it in,” he murmurs and then grabs his phone from his pants pocket. “All right, show me what I did to you.”
I loosen, let my body relax, and a second later, his cum dribbles from me.
He lets out a muffled groan, and then I feel his finger shove it back in, over and over until I’m half hard from it.
But we don’t go again.
Not tonight.
No, instead, he squeezes my ass gently and then guides me into his arms, kissing me for what feels like ages until the two of us start drifting off.
“Wait, I want a picture,” he says softly and holds up his phone.
I should say no. I don’t want anyone to get any ideas, but I can’t. I just let him lift the phone above our faces, the camera getting our naked chests in the frame, my face resting on his pec, and he snaps it.
“I’d show you off if you’d let me,” he says, staring at the picture for a little too long.
“Don’t know if I’m ready for that,” I murmur.
And he nods, kissing me softly once more.
“You take all the time you need, Witkoff. As long as you’re mine, then I’ll be yours.”
The three days before he has to leave to see his family are filled with frantic sex, far too much kissing, and a hickey or ten sprawled across my skin.
He left them there on purpose, the dark purple splotches a reminder of who owns me.
Fuck, I’m distraught thinking about how much I am gonna miss him. And it’s only three days that he’ll be gone. Looking back, I don’t think I’ve ever liked anyone this much. Not Xochitl. Not the girlfriend I had for almost a year in high school.
Maybe I was just waiting for Colton this entire time.
He kisses me long and hard at my apartment door before he has to leave for the airport.
“Text me all the time, yeah?” he says, his hand landing on my chest, his fingers curling against my heart.
“Yeah, same.”
It’s like we’re two teenagers in love. It’s fucking weird and surreal. A whirlwind romance if I ever saw one.
“All right. Fuck, I’m gonna miss you.” He leans forward and kisses me again, eager and hot. I want to bring him into the bedroom and strip him down, want to ride his dick like I have the past few days, but I don’t. The driver is waiting, his family is too.
I tried to ask why he needed to go home. He didn’t tell me, his eyes darkening as he glanced away. I didn’t ask again.
“See you Sunday night.”
