Page 63 of Play Fake
“Any way you touch me is the right way. You hear me? Literallyanyway. And as much as I appreciate knowing I’m the biggest you’ve had, I really need you to not mention other people right now. I don’t want to think about anyone else but you. You and me? Okay?”
She nods, the heat in her cheeks still bright and her eyes wide with nervous excitement.
NINETEEN
Mackenzie
His thumb pulls awayfrom my lips, and I press a small kiss to his palm. I’m watching his eyes because as much as I am incredibly nervous about this and doing my best to keep it in check, there’s something about him right now too. His usual swagger is missing. He’s still playing, laughing, but there’s something behind his eyes that’s wary and I wish I knew why.
“Is that a yes?” I ask softly.
He jerks his head in agreement.
“For as long as I can stand it.” His voice has a raw quality to it that’s sending me over the edge, making me want this more than I ever have.
I lower myself down to my knees, running my fingers over his abs and tracing the subtle V of his hips on my way down, until I’m at eye level with his perfect cock. And it is perfect. If the NFL and the sports show host things don’t work out, I have other suggestions for him. I run my hand over him once slowly, feeling how hard he is under the softness of his skin. I stroke him. Once. Twice. Until a small bead of pre-cum slides out and I dip my tongue out to taste it. To taste him.
He jerks at the touch of my tongue, and his fingers flex, tightening his grip on the counter. His abs contract sightly, and holy fuck is this a beautiful view of his body. I flatten my tongue and run it under the tip a few more times, teasing him with the promise of my mouth.
He tastes good, better than Ezra. I shouldn’t compare them, but it’s hard not to. Mainly because everything about him is better. Everything about him makes me want more.
I wrap my hand around him, stroking him as I take him into my mouth. I go slowly, inch by inch because I was being honest when I said, I didn’t know what I was doing with someone like him. I love the way he feels against my tongue, and the sound of his breathing quickening with the anticipation and the stuttering as I take him in. I feel another wave of desire pool low at the thought of him being inside me.
He lets out a groan as I pull back and then slide forward again, taking him deeper this time and letting the tip of him bump the back of my throat.
“Fuckkkk. Mac. I don’t know if I can take this…”
His breathing is heavy, and it’s hot as fuck to feel like I have this kind of power, especially over someone like him. I slide my palm back and forth over him, using my tongue to work the most sensitive parts. Slowly but consistently picking up my pace, feeling gratified as I taste a few more drops of pre-cum on my tongue.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he curses, and lets out another groan.
He finally opens his eyes staring down at me with a look I can barely read.
“Fuck me. Mac, you are so fucking gorgeous. I don’t deserve you.” His fingers brush a strand of hair out of my face.
“You feel so fucking good but—“
There’s a quick inhale of his breath as my tongue hits a truly sensitive spot and I use the clue to my advantage, working it harder, pulling him in faster, longer strokes. His eyes close, and I can tell he’s lost in the moment. Another groan and I can see him start to shudder.
“Mac, fuck, you’ve gotta stop or I’m going—“ He tries to pull back from me, but I stop him. I want to taste him. All of him. As I watch him, the little movements of his face and mouth, to the way his muscles contract and his chest rises irregularly with the anticipation of release, I can’t stop thinking about how much I want him.
He gives me a pained look, worried I might not really want to do this but closes his eyes as the waves of his release rack his body. A pool of warm liquid swirls in my mouth, filling it, and I swallow before I let my tongue flick over him a few more times, and finally release him.
I lean back on my heels because I’m not quite ready to face him yet. It all feels too raw and personal, and I need a moment to tuck all the emotions back in.
“You didn’t have to…” he trails off, his vocal cords sounding like they’ve been dragged over coals.
Silence follows for a beat, and I stand up, wanting to stop it before the awkwardness can swoop in its place. My fingers sliding their way back up over his stomach and chest. The wary way he looked at me before returning and making me nervous, feeling like I have to remind him I understand the deal here.
“I wanted to. I need those bragging rights around campus, remember?” I give him a smile I hope puts him back at ease.
“Ah, I see,” he smiles and gives me half a laugh.
“You are ridiculously fucking sexy. Watching you… that memory is definitely getting saved for a rainy day.” I press a gentle, tentative kiss to his lips.
His lips curve into a smile against mine, and he kisses me back.
“Speaking of a rainy day, weren’t we supposed to be taking a shower?”
