Beautiful Player (20 page)

She looked up at me, gray eyes wide and searching. “Lately, I think I am. Does that worry you?”

Looking up the length of her body, I asked, “Why would it worry me?”

“I know what this is about, Will. I don’t expect you to be anything you’re not.”

I had no idea what she meant; in truth I had no idea what this could or couldn’t be, and for once I didn’t want to define it before it even started. Inching up so my face hovered just over hers, I bent to kiss her, whispering, “I don’t know where to start.”

I felt wild and a little rough, wanting to eat her and fuck her and feel those lips around me. I had a flash of fear that this was all a fleeting moment, a single night, and I had to find a way to condense everything into a few hours. “I’m not going to let you sleep.”

Her eyes widened, and she gave me a tiny smile. “I don’t want to sleep.” Tilting her head, she said, “And start with the first thing I told you in the elevator.”

I kissed my way down her neck, chest, ribs, stomach. Every inch of her was tight and smooth and twitching under my lips,
wanting
. She never closed her eyes, never once. I’d been with women who watched, but it had never felt like this, so fucking intimate and connected.

As I got closer to the space between her legs, I could see her muscles tense, heard her breath hitch. I turned my
head, sucked on her inner thigh. “I’m going to lose my fucking
mind
with my mouth on you.”

“Will, tell me what to do,” she said, her voice tight. “I’ve never . . .”

“I know. You’re perfect,” I told her. “You like watching?”

She nodded.

“Why, Plum? Why do you watch everything I do?”

She hesitated, holding back some truth in a little swallow. “You know how to . . .” She let the words trail away, ending the thought with a one-shouldered shrug.

“You mean you like to watch me because I know how to make you come?”

She nodded again, eyes widening as I pulled at her panties, sliding them down over her hips.

“You can make yourself come with your hand. Do you watch your hand when you touch yourself?”

“No.”

I pulled her underwear the rest of the way down her legs, tossing them behind me and onto the floor before returning to the stretch of mattress between her spread legs.

“You have a vibrator?”

She nodded, eyes dazed.

“
That
can make you come. Does looking at your vibrator make you this wet?” I dipped a finger inside, raising myself up and over her again, slipping the same fingertip into her mouth. She moaned, sucking hard and pulling me closer to
kiss her instead. Her lips tasted like sex and heat and,
fuck,
I wanted to taste her directly. “Is it because you like watching me do this to you?”

“Will . . .”

“Don’t go shy on me now.” I kissed her, sucking on her bottom lip. “Are you being a little engineer, watching the mechanics of how a man would lick your pussy? Or is it the image of
my
mouth doing it?”

She ran her hands down my chest and wrapped them around my cock through my boxers, giving me a slow, hard squeeze. “I like watching
you
.”

Groaning, I managed to say, “I like when you watch me. I can’t think straight when you have those crazy gray eyes on me.”

“Please . . .”

“Now let go so you can watch my mouth.”

“Will,” she said, voice shaking.

“Yeah?”

“After this? Please don’t break me.”

I paused, searching her expression. She’d sounded scared, but her face was only hunger.

“I won’t,” I said, kissing down her neck, over her breasts, sucking, nipping. I moved farther down her body, and her thighs shook as I pushed them apart, blowing a soft stream of air across her heated flesh.

She propped herself up on her elbows again, and I gave her one more smile before dipping my head and opening my
mouth over her sweet slide of skin. My eyes rolled closed at the heat of her, and I groaned, sucking gently.

With a shaky cry, her head fell back, hips arching from the bed. “Oh
God
.”

I smiled into her, licking up one side and down the other before covering her clit with my tongue, circling over and over and over.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered.

I wouldn’t. I
couldn’t
. I added my fingers, sliding them lower to where she was wettest and sweetest, and the heavy drag of my touch as I pushed two fingers into her caused her to fall back, reach blindly for the headboard. As I watched, she turned her head, pulled the pillowcase between her teeth, tugging. Tiny sounds of pleading misery and pleasure slipped from her lips and I did everything I could to not let up on the intensity of it for a single fucking second.

She was right there, hovering at the edge. Fucking her with two fingers, I pushed them deep, sucking her so hard my cheeks hollowed, staring up the length of her body at her fucking perfect breasts and long neck. With a twist of my wrist, she arched off the mattress, pushing into my mouth. Hanna let out a cry again and again as she contracted around my fingers.

One.

I was so hard I was practically fucking the mattress, and I could feel the tightening of the tendons in her thighs,
relished the way her sounds became strained and higher and her hands reached down, threading into my hair and
fuck,
she started to rock into me, legs wide and hips fast, unself-consciously fucking my face for several long, perfect minutes. Oral sex had never felt so much like
fucking
as it did with this woman, and I gave into it, wild and wide open, roughly devouring her.

With a cry she came again, sweet and hot, her hands pulling so hard on my scalp I thought I might come right along with her. I couldn’t close my eyes, couldn’t for one second look away from the sight above me on the bed. I sucked and sucked on the silk of her skin, completely fucking lost in the feel of her.

“Please,” she gasped, legs shaking and eyes as dark and heavy as I’d ever seen them. She pushed up on one elbow, leaving the other pulling at my hair. “Come up here.”

I pushed my boxers down, dragging the weight of my cock against her leg as I slid up her body, tasting, licking the dip of her belly button, the rise of her breasts, the tight pull of her nipples.

I wanted to fuck every part of her: the valley between her breasts and the sweet fullness of her mouth, her round backside, and her soft, capable hands. But right now I wanted only to slide into the warmth of her sex. Her legs spread wider as she reached for her bedside table, for a box of condoms. I stared at the flush blooming across her
chest, absently pulling along the length of my cock, until I registered she was extending the box to me.

“Let’s just start with one.” I chuckled.

Pushing the box into my hand, she nodded, eyes wide and pleading.

“So get one out,” I growled.

“I don’t know how to put it on,” she whined sweetly, fingers fumbling to open the packaging. She opened it messily, cardboard ripping wide open, and a snake of condoms spilled out onto her stomach.

I tore a single packet from the train and handed it to her, pushing the others onto the bed beside her. “It’s not complicated. Take it out, roll it down my dick.”

Her hands shook, and I hoped it was anticipation rather than nerves but I was quickly relieved when she reached for me, hungrily, and covered the head of my cock with latex.

But I knew immediately it was on the wrong way; it wouldn’t unroll.

She realized it after several painful seconds, tossing it away with a little growl and a “damnit!” before grabbing another packet.

I was hard and swollen and so fucking ready I could feel my teeth grinding as she pulled the second condom out, studying it closely, and this time put it on the right way. Her hands were warm and her face was so close to my cock, I could feel her excited breath on my thighs.

I needed to fuck her.

She unrolled it awkwardly, fingers too tentative and light, and the whole process seemed to take an eternity. She slid it over me in tiny increments as if I were made of glass and not about to fuck her so hard the bed would drop into the apartment below us.

When she reached the base of my cock, she exhaled in relief, lying back and pushing her hips to me. But with an evil smile, I pulled the condom off and tossed it away.

Gritting my teeth through my agony, I told her, “Again. Don’t be so tentative. Put the condom on my dick so I can
fuck
you.”

She stared up at me, silver eyes full of confusion. And finally, they cleared as if she’d been able to hear my thoughts:
I don’t want you to have a single second of uncertainty. I am as hard as I have ever been in my life, I just sucked your pussy until you were screaming, and I’m not fucking delicate.

With her eyes on mine, she lifted the package to her teeth, tore it open, and pulled out the roll of latex. Feeling the shape, she turned it in her hand, rolled it down my length smoothly, quickly, giving me a rough squeeze at the base. She slid her hand down lower, pulled gently on my balls, and then slid her hand to my inner thigh.

“Good?” she whispered, stroking the sensitive skin there, no smile, no frown, simply needing to know.

I nodded, reaching to run my thumb over her cheek. “You’re perfect.”

With a relieved smile she leaned back and I followed, sliding through the heat of her sex, teasing her, teasing myself, and
fuck,
I was dizzy with how much I wanted her. My hips were tense, ready to arch and thrust, spine already itching with the need to explode inside this woman.

I was unprepared for the feeling of my bare chest fully over hers, her thighs slipping around my hips. It was too much.
Hanna
was too much.

“Put me inside you.”

She gasped, slipping her hand between us; I hadn’t given her much space. I was lying heavily on her, warm skin to warm skin, but she found me, guided me up until I could feel the dip of her entrance, and then she led me higher, slipping and teasing my cock over the slick rise of her clit, the soft warm folds of her sex.

“I might be rough.”

She exhaled a burst of air, breathlessly telling me, “Good. Good.”

Pushing onto my hands, I watched as she rubbed me over her skin. Her eyes fell closed and a small moan slipped from her. “It’s just . . . it’s been a while,” she whispered.

I pulled my eyes up to her face, watching her lick her lips, her lashes flutter open so she could look down at the space between us, watch herself play with me.

“How long?” I asked.

She blinked back up at me again, her hand stilling between us. “About three years.” Her forehead wrinkled
slightly as she said, “I’ve had sex with five guys but probably only had sex about eight times. I
really
don’t know what I’m doing, Will.”

I swallowed, bending to kiss her jaw. “Maybe I won’t be so rough then,” I whispered, but she laughed, shaking her head.

“I don’t want you to be gentle, either.”

I looked at her breasts, her belly, where she held me between her legs. I wanted to feel her bare skin on my cock. I’d never in my life had sex without a condom and wanted to feel her so much it hardened me further. “I’ll make it good,” I spoke into the skin of her neck. “Just let me feel you.”

Hanna jerked beneath me, pressing me into her opening, her eyes fluttering closed as I shifted forward.

A hot flush crawled up her neck and her lips parted in a sweet sigh. It was overwhelming for me to watch her process what we were about to do, and I could see the moment when it happened, when it
really
hit her that we were about to have sex. She opened her eyes again, and her gaze fell to my lips and went softer, calmed momentarily from the frenzy. She ran her hands up my chest and cupped my neck, whispering, “Hey.”

That look, that tenderness in her eyes, made me realize for the first time what was happening to me: I was falling in love.

“Hey,” I rasped, bending to kiss her.

It was a relief so enormous it wrung the air from my lungs, and I deepened the kiss, wondering whether she could feel from my touch that I had just put a name to what
we were doing—making love—or if she simply tasted her sex on my tongue, and didn’t understand that my entire world had just spun free of its programmed orbit.

I pulled my face back but pushed my hips forward, aching to feel the softness of her body fully pressed to mine; I just wanted to get inside her and stay deep.

Fuck.

Good, hot, holy fuuuck.

She looked up at me as I slid deeper, but she no longer seemed to be able to see my face. Her eyes were glazed, overwhelmed, and tiny little inward gasps accompanied her every inhale. A tight twinge of pain passed over her face. I was only a few inches in, and it was tight, but it was so fucking good.

I heard my own voice come out but it sounded faraway: “Open up for me, Plum. Move with me.”

Hanna relaxed, lifting her legs higher up her sides so I slid in deeper, and we both let out a taut moan. She gave her hips an experimental roll, pulling me fully inside, and the sensation of her warm thighs pressed to my hips caused me to let out a loud grunt.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she whispered, stilling below me.

“I know.” I kissed her jaw, her cheek, the corner of her lips.

She nodded, pushing up, unconsciously telling me with her body that she needed me to move.

I pulled back, starting an easy rhythm, getting lost in the feel of her warmth. I would pick up my pace, sucking savagely on her neck, growing wild and heated and then slow, and eventually stop, kissing her deeply, relishing the way her hands explored my back, my ass, my arms, my face.

“You okay?” I asked, moving—but slowly—again. “Not too sore?”

“I’m good,” she whispered, turning into my hand when I swept some damp hair off her forehead.

“You look so fucking perfect under me.”

I wanted to build the need in her, make her go off like a bomb when she finally came with me inside her like this. She started to shake when I sped up, but growled in tight frustration when I slowed again. But I knew she trusted me, and I wanted to show her how fucking good it could be if there was no rush, no need to do anything but this for hours, and
hours
.