Page 43 of Play Hard
The smirk had barely covered my face before she was swallowing me again. Sucking and slurping, licking and kissing. When she palmed my balls, I yelled out like a bitch, “Damn, sweetness, you gon’ make me bust.”
She kept going.
Kept sucking. Kept massaging my balls. I pumped with her rhythm, my hand buried in her hair again. I wanted to close my eyes to the ecstasy but at the same time watch her fine ass work this dick like it actually belonged to her. Which, shit, it did.
Never, not in my thirty-three years, had I ever felt like this. Like I was here but where the fuck was here because surely it had to be heaven.
When her soft fingers fisted my balls, a bolt of pain shot up my spine and my release ripped free, shooting to the back of her throat with such fierceness my whole body convulsed.
I don’t know how the hell I remained upright or where I found the strength to pull free of her still suctioning grip to grab her shoulders and pull her up.
When she was blinking back fresh tears, breath heaving, lips still wet from herself and my release, I picked her up and moved until I could sit her ass on the hood of my truck.
I crashed my lips over hers, kissing her so deeply I almost passed the fuck out. Then I was yanking that tennis shoe from her left foot. I snatched the button of her pants open, heard the zipper rip but didn’t give a fuck. She lifted up slightly to assist as I pulled one leg free of the capris and the panties she wore. Then one hand was on her stomach, pushing her back onto thehood. The other was on her bare thigh, lifting that shit to drape over my shoulder. Then I went in, hungrily licking her folds, her clit, up and down her soft, wet slit. I eased one, then two fingers inside of her and she moaned her hands going to the back of my head again.
“My pussy,” I whispered over the pretty flesh. “My. Fuckin’. Pussy.”
She gave a breathy moan. “Yes, yes, yeesss!”
It was my turn to lick and suck and devour until she convulsed beneath me.
This might be the first time I regretted buying this big ass truck. While it had been the perfect height for me to feast on her, actually sinking my dick into her this way would prove challenging.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, I lifted her off the hood and placed her on her feet. “Put your hands right here,” I directed, moving her hands to rest on the hood. Her back was to me now and I freed her other leg from her clothes.
Smacking her ass and watching it jiggle in response, I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. “Spread your fuckin legs!”
She tossed the sexiest look over her shoulder as she licked her lips and said, “Yes, Jordan.”
I almost came right then and there.
“That’s right,” I told her, moving in behind her. With one hand I gripped her neck, pulling her head back until it rested on my shoulder. With the other I guided my dick between her legs until it found it’s home and pushed deep inside.
She gasped, and I caught the sound with my mouth, kissing her deeply as I fucked her slowly.
There was no time. Twelve years, two days, none of it existed in this moment. No mountains, no moon… hell, not even air as I moved in and out of her slickness.
There was only her. Only me.
She looped an arm back until her hand was once again at my head holding my mouth to hers. Out tongues dueled, teeth nipped, breaths hitched as I fucked her and fucked her until we both screamed our release.
CHAPTER 19
Serra
Ifell back onto the pillows, releasing a loud sigh of relief. When I closed my eyes, I could still see the purple bullseye in the center of the next Tuesday block on the calendar.
I’d already closed out of the period tracker app on my phone and now let the device fall to the bed as I folded my hands over my stomach. It had been eleven days since Noah and I were together at his place. Eight days since that night at the mountain. Noah and I used condoms that first night, but at the mountain and every night since then, we hadn’t. I reminded myself that it wasn’t because we’d been irresponsible, at least not after the night at the mountain. The next morning when we woke up at Noah’s place he’d apologized.
“My bad for last night.” He paused. “Both times.”
It was so early and still dark, but I’d rolled over to kiss his bare shoulder. “For?”
“For not wrappin’ up. We were in the moment, but I should’ve protected us.”
“I’m on the pill.” I vaguely recalled a similar conversation back in college when we talked about contraceptives and chuckled at the irony. “Stillon the pill. And I went directly to my doctor’s office as soon as that woman told me she was pregnantby my ex-fiancé. By the time I got here, my clean bill of health was on the secured medical portal.”
He reached for me, pulling me over until I straddled him.
