Page 42 of Play Hard
“I never thought you were a piece of shit.” Her voice sounded so frail, so wounded by the impossibility that I was something other than what she deemed me to be.
“You also didn’t think I was worth having a future with.”
She jerked back like I’d hit her, and all the anger and confusion that had been shuffling around in my gut this afternoon formed a ball of disappointment that pressed with enormous strength into my chest. “Shit, I’m sorry, Serra. That’s not what I meant to say.” I finally moved from where I’d been planted at the fender of the truck, to go to her, but she inched out of my reach.
“No.” She shook her head so hard tendrils from her ponytail fell into her face. “I think it’s exactly what you wanted to say. And it’s fair.”
But it really wasn’t.
“Look,” I sighed because I was really fucking this up, “I know why you did what you did. Your family was pressuring you and they weren’t lying. I wasn’t shit back then, but I made something out of myself. I worked hard, made a good deal of money, and lived a fabulous life.” Until it wasn’t so fabulous and that money couldn’t save me from walking down a destructive path.
But I wasn’t that man anymore. I wasn’t what I’d let circumstances turn me into. “Sweetness,” I said, moving toward her again. “All I’m trying to say is that I didn’t tell you this to solicit your pity.”
She blinked rapidly, like she thought that would stop the tears from falling, but it didn’t. When I was close enough, I thumbed them away from one cheek and then the other.
“Whydidyou tell me? You don’t owe me or anyone else any explanations, Noah. You’ve always been your own man.”
I wanted to scream, ‘no, I’ve always beenyourman’ but something told me she wasn’t ready to hear that. While the night we’d spent together was still fresh in my mind, and the days since then when we’d barely been together long enough for me to touch her, kiss her, breathe her scent, had solidified my decision that wanting her back wasn’t a foolish wish, I hadn’t yet considered how to broach that subject with her.
“I needed you to know.” Cupping her face in my hands, I stared down into those eyes I never wanted to see damp with tears again. “I don’t ever want you wondering if something that’s said about me is true. You know about every awful choice, every dark moment in my life.”
She leaned into my touch, and my heart soared.
“And I still trust you more than most of the people in my life,” she said softly. “I still respect you for admitting your imperfections and always striving to be better…not just for others, but for yourself.”
This was the second time she’d said something like that, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I’d always been trying to prove the people who didn’t believe in me wrong, but my actions had the opposite effect. Even the changes I made hadn’t seemed to change any already made-up minds; case in point the situation we found ourselves in with the permits. Still, I could recognize the fact that none of that had stopped me from achieving anything I set my mind to. I guess that’s what she was referring to.
“You say all the right things,” I admitted, leaning in closer until my lips were just a whisper from hers. “You show up at the right moment.” I kissed her. “And you make me feel exactly how I’ve always longed to feel.” I kissed her again, this time slipping my tongue between her lips.
She greedily welcomed me inside, lifting her arms to land on my shoulders, and when her hands rested on the back of myhead, I groaned. Sliding my hands from her face, down to brush past her breasts, then around her waist, I pulled her into me. The kiss went deeper, so deep it didn’t seem like either of us were breathing. The night sounds that I’d faintly heard while we’d been talking totally disappeared, leaving only the low moans and grunts that were mostly coming from me. I loved the feel of her hands on my head. That bit of pressure she was applying to make sure we didn’t lose the connection of our lips. It screamed the things I hadn’t realized I longed to hear her say—that she cherished me, needed me,lovedme. Not the way I loved her, I’m certain she couldn’t be feeling anything that intense, but still I’d felt honored that she’d chosen me back in college. I’d valued every minute she allowed me to be in her presence. And when that was gone, I’d missed it like a starving man missed food. In the dark of so many nights I’d craved her touch, longed for the sound of her voice, ached to be inside of her, and now she was in my arms.
I nipped her bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth.It’s soft and wet just like her ones below.My dick jumped at the thought, and my hands slid down to cup her ass. She groaned into my mouth, her nails pressing into the skin of my neck.
That tiny prick of pain sent a bolt of pleasure soaring through me and I choked out. “Do that shit again.”
She did, and fuck, I wanted to lift her off this ground and thrust into her. I reminded myself that we were outside. The area was secluded enough and the only lights were the ones from my headlights, that I’d long since switched off, so except for a minute glow from the sliver of moon, we were in the dark. Serra must’ve just come to that same conclusion because before I could speak, she pulled her mouth away from mine. I had about ten seconds to stare at her quizzically before she gave me a half smile and eased down into a squat.
“Whoa. Wait.” The words were barely out of my mouth when she unsnapped my jeans and slid my zipper down. “S-S-Serra, baby.” I sounded like a snake or a babbling idiot as my hands involuntarily fell to the top of her head.
She chuckled as she reached inside of my boxers and freed my growing arousal. “You don’t know if you want to tell me to stop or feed me what I’m looking for.”
That wasn’t totally true…I knew without any doubt that I wanted to stuff my dick into her pretty little mouth. I just wasn’t certain we should be doing that right here and right now. Serra had already made that decision.
She closed her mouth over me before I could utter another word. Staring down all I could see was my dick disappearing into her mouth and I grew harder, my fingers twisting in her hair. “Shit!”
My dick was so hard, her mouth was so fuckin wet. She placed her hands on my thighs and worked my length in and out of her mouth so fast and so good I barely felt my feet on the ground.
“Baby,” I groaned and continued watching my dick glistening with her saliva as it disappeared inside of her mouth once more.
Her ass poked out as she held that squat perfectly just like she did in the gym. I wouldn’t be able to watch her doing those exercises again without thinking of this moment. My hands gripped the sides of her head, tilting it back until she raised her eyes to me. “Gimme that throat, baby.”
She blinked. Those eyes like whiskey shimmering back at me as she opened her mouth wider in acquiescence. I eased in slowly, pushing every inch of my dick past her lips until my balls tapped her chin. The groan that ripped through me felt fuckin unearthly. My body trembled from my shoulders to my ankles and when she gagged on my shit...
”Fuuuucck!” My damn eyes watered.
I eased back reluctantly but knowing she needed to breathe. She coughed when I pulled free, spit dripping from her lips. I gripped my shit at the base, dragging the tip over her now swollen lips as her warm breath caressed it.
“Mine,” she whispered, then licked my tip before swiping my hand away.
