Page 22 of Playing for Keeps
They unzipped each other’s jeans simultaneously. Del pushed the material down Rylan’s legs while she shimmied her hips to assist. Rylan eased Del’s pants down his legs and gasped when his long hard dick slipped through the slit of his boxers to greet her. She wasted no time wrapping her hands around him, loving the feel of instant heat the contact produced. He was big and thick and her heart thumped wildly at the thought of him fitting inside her.
Del slipped a hand beneath the band of her very unpretty boy shorts. She hadn’t planned on having sex today and so wasn’t prepared. That was a woeful understatement because the moment his fingers eased between her legs, separating the plump folds to find the moist heat buried there, Rylan nearly jumped out of his reach with eagerness.
“I gotchu’, babe,” he whispered as one arm slipped around her waist to pull her close. “You just keep on touching me and I’ll take care of you.”
Rylan couldn’t have torn her hands from his rigid length if her life depended on it. She loved the feel of him, stroking him, hearing the sounds of his hunger for her. His palm was flat against her mound now, fingers moving masterfully along her center. She leaned into him, opening her legs as much as possible considering her jeans were at her ankles and her boy shorts weren’t as giving as she would have liked.
None of that seemed to matter because with each stroke of his fingers from the bud of her clit down to her throbbing opening, she fell deeper into the abyss of pleasure that was Delano Greer. He held her in his grasp so effortlessly while working her to what was going to be a ferocious orgasm in just a few moments. He wasn’t doing anything special, just moving his fingers from one point to the other, spreading her desire over the sensitive warm skin, stroking the fire that had been on low heat until it scorched her soul. Rylan felt the quick tug, the shaking of her thighs and bit down on her lower lip. It was coming. Her hands grasped his dick tighter, jerking him until pre-cum covered his tip. Del leaned into her, his lips against her earlobe as he whispered, “Come for me, baby. Come all over my hand.”
She did.
With a jerk of surprise and a moan of sheer pleasure, Rylan let his fingers pull from her the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. It was a good thing he held onto her so tightly because the moment her legs ceased shaking, Rylan was certain they would’ve buckled and she would tumble to the floor. Instead, she felt Del’s lips on her neck, his tongue leaving a warm path across her skin.
He pulled back slowly, his face hovering just inches away from hers. Rylan couldn’t help but pant, her fingers slipping uselessly from his still throbbing dick. She knew she probably looked inexperienced or delirious, but she didn’t care, she felt invigorated. Del eased his hand from between her legs and out of her underwear. He lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked her glistening essence from his fingers. Was it too soon for another orgasm?
“Delicious,” he whispered. “Just as I knew you would be.”
Yeah, she could melt into a useless puddle of goo right at this moment and all would be perfectly fine in her world.
But Del had other thoughts. He stepped back from where she was still standing against his truck, reaching down into his pocket until he found his wallet. Rylan heard the rustle and tear of a condom packet. The sound snapped her out of her pleasure haze and she took the condom from him. Rylan pushed Del’s boxers down and worked the latex over his length. Del pushed her boy shorts down until they were in reunion with her jeans at her ankles. He leaned forward and extended a little more effort to free one of her legs from the material. As he rose back to a standing position, he brought her leg with him, locking it behind his back.
When he stepped closer again, the head of his dick pressed against the moist flesh of her pussy and she moaned.
“I’ve thought about being inside of you every second of every day since that night on the phone,” he told her.
“Me too,” she admitted. “I dreamed of you inside me.”
His lips crashed over hers in that moment. His tongue thrusting deep inside her mouth, dueling with hers as if they were long lost lovers. Rylan clasped his shoulders. She held him to her as if she could somehow freeze this moment in time. Capture this very second of explicit desire and never let it go.
He positioned himself, one hand cupping the back of Rylan’s head while he kissed her senseless, the other holding her ass cheek as he guided his dick to her waiting heat. Rylan moaned at the feel of his tip pressing against her entrance. She pumped against him, eager for the moment when they would be entwined. Del thrust his hips once, the tip of his engorged dick pressing past the tight barrier of her entrance. She pulled her mouth away from his and cried out in a mix of pleasure and delicious pain.
“Hold on to me,” Del whispered and kissed her once more.
Rylan did as she was told. She wrapped her arms around Del’s neck and held on tightly. He thrust forward again, this time inserting his full length inside her with the effort. She stretched, her muscles throbbing around his girth, and moaned.
“Damn.” Del moaned too after pulling his mouth away from hers. He was holding completely still inside of her while Rylan’s body begged for more.
“Rylan,” he said and she opened her eyes to look at him.
“You’re holding me so tightly inside and outside,” he continued, letting his forehead fall to hers. “I don’t know if I can stand it.”
Hell, she knew she couldn’t.
“Please, Del,” she whispered and thrust against him. “Now.”
He nodded. “Yes. Now.” And he began pumping inside of her.
It was a fierce ride, the up and down adrenaline rush of a roller coaster with the unmitigated ebb and flow of a smooth melody. Del moved masterfully, his length easing in and out of her until she was chanting his name. The sound of his body slapping against hers echoed throughout the garage. She was wet and full and loving every second of it.
Yes, this was Del. This was the man who had occupied her thoughts for the last week. It was the man who was currently working his gorgeous dick deep inside of her and causing her to rethink ever masturbating again. In this moment Rylan wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life. And she was getting him, every delicious inch of him thrusting into her as if there was no place he’d rather be.
Minutes later, she trembled and disintegrated in his arms. Her second orgasm was made better only by the guttural moans from Del and his choked admission that he was coming too.
One hour after leaving the garage.
Rylan:What did we just do?
Del:We just had a fantastic time.
