Beautiful Player
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“Let me get a condom.”
“Okay,” she said, pulling her fingers from my hair.
I turned, padding in bare feet down the hall, unbuttoning my jeans. I pulled a packet out of the box in my drawer and moved to return to the kitchen, but Hanna was standing just inside my bedroom.
She was completely naked, and without saying anything, walked over to my bed and climbed to the middle. Resting back on her heels, she sat with one hand on her knee. Waiting for me.
“I want to be in here.”
“Okay,” I said, pushing my jeans down my hips.
“On your bed.”
I got it, I thought. It’s pretty obvious you want to have sex on my bed, what with the nakedness and condom in my hand. But then I realized she was actually asking me something. She was wondering whether my bed was off-limits, whether I was that kind of playboy, who never brought girls home and took them into the inner sanctum of the bedroom.
Would it always be like this? Her unspoken questions, uncertainty about what I was giving her that was new and special? Wasn’t it enough that I was secretly giving her the chance to break my heart?
I joined her on the bed, beginning to tear the condom packet open with my teeth before she reached up and took it from me.
“Fuck,” I mumbled, watching her duck down to run a tentative tongue across the tip of my dick. “Holy hell. I just love your f**king mouth.”
She kissed the tip, running her tongue up and over me. Drawing me into her mouth.
“I like watching you,” I babbled. I was so f**king tight and the vision of her doing this . . . I wasn’t sure I could hold out. “I feel like I’m going to come.”
“I’m barely touching you,” she said, clearly proud of herself.
“I know. I’m just . . . it’s a lot.”
She took the condom and rolled it over me, laid back on the bed. “Ready?”
I hovered over her, looking down the length of our bodies before I positioned myself to slide into her. She was so warm, so slippery, and I wanted to last, draw this moment out just a tiny bit longer. I pulled my hips back slightly, tapping my c**k gently against her clit.
“Will,” she whined, hips arching up.
“Do you realize how wet you are?”
With a shaky hand, she reached between us, touching herself. “Oh God.”
“Is that because of me? Plum, I don’t know if I’ve ever been this hard.” I felt my pulse reverberating down my length, pounding.
She gripped me then, and inhaled sharply, whispering, “Please.”
“Please what?”
Her eyes opened and she whispered, “Please . . . inside.”
I smiled, enjoying her sweet, urgent agony. “Does your pu**y ache a little?”
“Will.” Beneath me, she moved, searching with her hands and hips. I brought her fingers to my mouth, sucked each into my mouth to taste her sweetness.
Then I reached between us, circling a finger around her slick opening. “I asked you, does it ache right here?”
“Yes . . .” She tried to push up, to get even my finger inside but I slid it up and over her clit, making her moan loudly. I dragged my finger back down, dipping into the unbelievable wetness. “Does it ache in your thighs? Are these sweet little petals right here—” I bent, sucking her nipple into my mouth and playing a little with my tongue. “Are they tight and aching, too?” Fuck, her br**sts. So f**king soft and warm. “God, Plum,” I whispered, feeling desperate. “I’m going to make it so good tonight. I’m going to make you feel so f**king good.”
She arched off the bed, hands in my hair, down my neck, scratching along my back.
Drawing my finger down across her pu**y and lower, I pressed it against her backside. “I bet I could make you do anything right now. I could f**k you right here.”
“Anything,” she agreed. “Just . . . please.”
“Are you . . . begging me?”
She nodded urgently and then blinked up to my face, eyes wide and wild. Her pulse thrummed in her throat. “Will. Yes.”
“So those girls in the p**n movies you so love,” I whispered, smiling as I rocked my hips. We both groaned when the crown of my c**k slid over the taut rise of her clit. “The ones who beg. Say they need it . . .” I tilted my head, jaw tight as I resisted the urge to sink into her, pound her into the bed. “Would you say right now you need it?”
She groaned, fingernails digging into my chest just below my collarbones and dragging down so roughly she left a trail of fire-red marks from my sternum to my navel. “I’ll do whatever you want tonight, just make me come first.”
“Okay,” she said, pulling her fingers from my hair.
I turned, padding in bare feet down the hall, unbuttoning my jeans. I pulled a packet out of the box in my drawer and moved to return to the kitchen, but Hanna was standing just inside my bedroom.
She was completely naked, and without saying anything, walked over to my bed and climbed to the middle. Resting back on her heels, she sat with one hand on her knee. Waiting for me.
“I want to be in here.”
“Okay,” I said, pushing my jeans down my hips.
“On your bed.”
I got it, I thought. It’s pretty obvious you want to have sex on my bed, what with the nakedness and condom in my hand. But then I realized she was actually asking me something. She was wondering whether my bed was off-limits, whether I was that kind of playboy, who never brought girls home and took them into the inner sanctum of the bedroom.
Would it always be like this? Her unspoken questions, uncertainty about what I was giving her that was new and special? Wasn’t it enough that I was secretly giving her the chance to break my heart?
I joined her on the bed, beginning to tear the condom packet open with my teeth before she reached up and took it from me.
“Fuck,” I mumbled, watching her duck down to run a tentative tongue across the tip of my dick. “Holy hell. I just love your f**king mouth.”
She kissed the tip, running her tongue up and over me. Drawing me into her mouth.
“I like watching you,” I babbled. I was so f**king tight and the vision of her doing this . . . I wasn’t sure I could hold out. “I feel like I’m going to come.”
“I’m barely touching you,” she said, clearly proud of herself.
“I know. I’m just . . . it’s a lot.”
She took the condom and rolled it over me, laid back on the bed. “Ready?”
I hovered over her, looking down the length of our bodies before I positioned myself to slide into her. She was so warm, so slippery, and I wanted to last, draw this moment out just a tiny bit longer. I pulled my hips back slightly, tapping my c**k gently against her clit.
“Will,” she whined, hips arching up.
“Do you realize how wet you are?”
With a shaky hand, she reached between us, touching herself. “Oh God.”
“Is that because of me? Plum, I don’t know if I’ve ever been this hard.” I felt my pulse reverberating down my length, pounding.
She gripped me then, and inhaled sharply, whispering, “Please.”
“Please what?”
Her eyes opened and she whispered, “Please . . . inside.”
I smiled, enjoying her sweet, urgent agony. “Does your pu**y ache a little?”
“Will.” Beneath me, she moved, searching with her hands and hips. I brought her fingers to my mouth, sucked each into my mouth to taste her sweetness.
Then I reached between us, circling a finger around her slick opening. “I asked you, does it ache right here?”
“Yes . . .” She tried to push up, to get even my finger inside but I slid it up and over her clit, making her moan loudly. I dragged my finger back down, dipping into the unbelievable wetness. “Does it ache in your thighs? Are these sweet little petals right here—” I bent, sucking her nipple into my mouth and playing a little with my tongue. “Are they tight and aching, too?” Fuck, her br**sts. So f**king soft and warm. “God, Plum,” I whispered, feeling desperate. “I’m going to make it so good tonight. I’m going to make you feel so f**king good.”
She arched off the bed, hands in my hair, down my neck, scratching along my back.
Drawing my finger down across her pu**y and lower, I pressed it against her backside. “I bet I could make you do anything right now. I could f**k you right here.”
“Anything,” she agreed. “Just . . . please.”
“Are you . . . begging me?”
She nodded urgently and then blinked up to my face, eyes wide and wild. Her pulse thrummed in her throat. “Will. Yes.”
“So those girls in the p**n movies you so love,” I whispered, smiling as I rocked my hips. We both groaned when the crown of my c**k slid over the taut rise of her clit. “The ones who beg. Say they need it . . .” I tilted my head, jaw tight as I resisted the urge to sink into her, pound her into the bed. “Would you say right now you need it?”
She groaned, fingernails digging into my chest just below my collarbones and dragging down so roughly she left a trail of fire-red marks from my sternum to my navel. “I’ll do whatever you want tonight, just make me come first.”
