Page 91 of Playing a Player (Sweet Cravings 1)

"I'm not going to break his heart. I'm in love with him." Holy shit! Did I just say that out loud? I put my hand over my mouth. I really hated drunk me.

"Shit!" Rory pulled his hand away from the stove and put his finger in his mouth.

"I'm going to shove him. I said I'm going to shove him. I'm really abusive in relationships. Shoving is the worst I'll do, though. I definitely won't break his heart." What the hell am I saying?

"Fuck," Rory said as he pulled his finger out of his mouth.

"Are you okay?" I ran over to the sink and turned on the cold water. "Rory, give me your hand."

He walked over to the sink and I put his hand under the water.

"What, were you that surprised that I wasn't planning on breaking your heart?" I leaned against the kitchen counter. I tried to act cool but my face was bright red and I was starting to feel all sweaty. Clearly he had burnt himself when I had confessed that I was in love with him.

"No." He laughed. "I was just trying to focus on what you were saying instead of cooking. I think I'm a little drunk too." He laughed again. "No, I'm super drunk. I should not be cooking right now. This is extremely hazardous."

"I think I have some aloe in the bathroom. I'll be right back." I quickly walked toward the bathroom. It felt like I had just ruined everything. Confessing that too soon freaked guys out. Rory already had commitment issues. He was probably running out the front door right now.

I pulled the bottle out of the medicine cabinet and looked over as I heard the door close. Rory walked over to me. For a second I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead, he hoisted himself up onto the bathroom sink. He was staring down at me expectantly. And it didn't look like he was waiting for me to put aloe on his finger. I glanced over at the door and then down at the bulge in his athletic shorts.

"That probably would make my finger feel better."

I looked up at him. He didn't say anything about the fact that I just confessed that I loved him. Maybe he hadn't heard me. Or maybe he was just pretending like he hadn't. Either way, I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the way he was looking at me, but I no longer cared that his friends were in the next room.

"I never realized how much the thought of sex in public turned you on." He raised his left eyebrow.

"It doesn't." Does it?

"Really? Because I bet you're soaking wet right now. I bet you'd let me bend you over this sink and fuck you without even hesitating. You wouldn't care at all if Connor and Jackson knew that I was fucking you. And trust me, they'd know. They probably think you have my cock in your mouth already. The thought of them hearing me fucking your brains out turns you on even more. And you like knowing that they could walk in on us any second. The door isn't even locked."

Holy shit, he's right. Why is the thought of getting caught so hot?

"I had almost forgotten that you said you get super horny when you're drunk. It's so much fun teasing you." He put his hand out in front of him.

I wanted him right now. I picked up his hand and slid his burnt finger into my mouth.

His lips parted slightly as he watched me slide his finger in and out of my mouth. After just a few seconds, I had successfully turned his shorts into a very structurally sound teepee. I loved turning him on. There was nothing more satisfying than him wanting me as much as I always wanted him.

"Fuck, Keira."

When I put my hand on the waistline of his shorts, he immediately lifted his hips. I pulled off his shorts and boxers, freeing his massive erection. I immediately abandoned his finger for the real thing. I wrapped my lips around him and took him all the way to the back of my throat.

He groaned quietly.

I loved pleasing him. I slowly slid him in and out of my mouth. His hands gripped the edge of the counter. I tightened my lips, and moved my

mouth faster. I suppressed my gag reflex and took him into the back of my throat again.

"I want you." He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head up. He tilted my head back even more as he stared down at me.

I realized I was panting as I looked up at him. I swallowed hard.

He pushed himself off the counter and walked behind me, trailing his fingers along my waist. He pulled my yoga pants and thong down my thighs and pushed the front of my hips against the cold counter. "How long does it take to apply aloe?" He reached down and pressed his thumb against my clit.

My whole body seemed to tremble. I stared back at him in the mirror. His eyes were smoldering.

"How long, Keira?"

"I don't know." I couldn't focus on anything but his fingers. "Only like a minute."

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