Page 36 of Playing for Keeps
“What’s the solution?”
“We do whatever it takes to make each other feel good, for as long as we possibly can,” he said bringing her hand up to kiss each one of her fingers.
She tilted her head, until her ponytail did this flopping thing that was together child-like and alluring.
“I think I can co-sign that,” she said and stepped closer until he wrapped his arms around her waist.
She could co-sign and she could ride.
It had only taken a few minutes for both of them to get naked and less time than that for Rylan to sit on the edge of the bed and take his heavy length between her hands. Del’s whole body tensed. He could do nothing but stare down at her as he held the condom packet in his hand. She was looking at his dick as if it had been part of the meal they’d purchased from Margie’s and he swore he’d never seen anything sexier.
“Put it on,” he told her, practically thrusting the condom in front of her face.
He was afraid that with her holding him the way she was and staring at him the way she did, that he would come in her hand at any second totally embarrassing himself.
But she shook her head.
“Not yet.”
She licked her lips and parted them, leaning forward to touch them to the tip of his dick before Del could even blink.
“Fuck!” He moaned as pleasure shot through his body like lightening with the touch of her tongue.Her mouth was so freakin’ hot, her slim fingers so damn strong as she gripped him at the base and stroked upward while her mouth covered him. She moved fast, as if she thought he might stop her before she could finish. It was a fleeting thought in Del’s mind, but he was afraid he might actually be paralyzed at the moment. He watched as her cheeks hollowed and she took long drags on his dick. She bobbed her head, one hand moving to his heavy sac, kneading until he could see starbursts behind his closed eyes.
His hands went to her hair, fingers pushed with pressure until that infernal ban slipped off and her hair was finally freed. Del raked his fingers over her scalp, gripping her soft hair in his fingers and hold tight as he started to pump with the ministrations of her mouth. His breathing was frantic as her mouth made a loud sucking sound over his rigid length. He pumped faster, she sucked harder. He was going to come. She wasn’t stopping. He couldn’t do it. Not to Rylan. But damn, how he wanted to. And if she didn’t get her mouth off him, he certainly was going to blow.
With all the strength he possessed at the moment, he pushed Rylan’s head away and stepped back.
“Put. It. On. Now,” he said through clenched teeth without chancing another look down at her.
He knew her lips would be swollen and wet, just as his dick was still rock hard and probably glistening from her mouth. He needed to get inside her as soon as possible. Relief flashed through him as he heard her tearing the condom packet and felt her fingers on him once more, this time sheathing him. Del was about to push her back on the bed, but Rylan moved fast. She stood, wrapping her arms around his neck and then turned them both until Del fell back on the bed and she landed on top of him.
“Tricky.” He grinned while looking up into her warm brown eyes.
She licked her lips. “You have no idea.”
And with that she straddled him, reaching between their bodies to grab his dick and guide him inside of her. When she sat atop him, acclimating to his depth, Del thought he’d died and gone to heaven. She looked like an African goddess sitting atop him with her gold and black hair and heavenly body. Then she began to move. Slow, tortuous movements at first before picking up her pace.
Del grasped her hips, holding on tightly as he lifted up from the bed to meet her pumps with his thrusts. They were loud, her screams, his moans, the slapping of their bodies. Loud and boisterous and the best he’d ever had.
Her legs trembled first and Del watched as her release claimed her.
“Beautiful,” he whispered knowing he’d never seen anything like Rylan before.
She collapsed over him and Del wrapped her in his arms. He rolled them over and began moving slowly in and out of her. She’d wrapped her legs around his waist and buried her face in his neck, her blunt-tipped nails pressing into his back. He moved methodically, loving the smooth and easy stroking and the undeniable build of desire trailing up his spine.
Had it ever been like this before?
No. Not even with Shannen.
But this wasn’t Shannen. There were no secrets between him and Rylan. They’d known each other too long for that. She was with him because she wanted to be, not because she needed him to save her. Hell, after tonight, Del felt like Rylan might actually be saving him.
He didn’t know what to do with that thought so he pumped faster, lost himself in her heated flesh and the tight suction of her muscles contracting once again around his length. He groaned, hugging her so tight to him he feared he might cause physical damage. His release exploded from him, jerking his mind and his thoughts until he was confused and blinded by any coherent thought. All he could think about was Rylan and how she’d changed everything he’d thought he was supposed to be doing with his life at this moment.
All he could think about was staying safely inside of her, enjoying her…loving… Del pulled back at that second. He looked down into her passion-riddled gaze and couldn’t figure out what to say. And because there were no words, he simply kissed her.
“You know we need to get a life when all we can think of to do on a Friday night is to go the bar where we know every guy that’s going to be there and none of them are prospects,” Camy said.
Rylan didn’t respond but pulled into the parking lot and cut the engine.
