The Play

Like one of Pavlov’s dogs, saliva floods my mouth. “Oh my goodness. That thing’s been under there this entire time?”

He gives a choked laugh. “Yeah. A man’s cock is typically attached to his body.”

I can’t take my eyes off it. It’s a lot bigger than Nico’s.

Hunter takes a step closer, then another one. When our bodies are almost flush, his dick brushes against my stomach, leaving a streak of moisture near my belly button.

He looks down sheepishly. “Just realized something.”

“What is it?”

“I’m going to come the second you touch me.”

I narrow my eyes. “You’re being hyperbolic.”

“Trust me, I’m not. I haven’t been with anyone since April.”

My lips twitch in humor. “So you’re saying I’m not going to enjoy this?”

“That’s not what I’m saying at all.” And before I can blink, he lifts me up in his arms.

My legs instinctively close around his hips, arms looping around his neck. He kisses me deeply as he stalks to the bed and lowers me onto the mattress. My head collides with a pillow. I blink again and suddenly his calloused hands are roaming my body. When he cups my pussy, a jolt of pleasure ricochets through me.

“Fuck.” Hunter moans against my neck and I wonder, is there any sound sexier than a man moaning? If there is, I can’t name it.

The hoarse sound is so frickin’ hot, and I can’t help but compare this encounter to any of my encounters with Nico, who was so quiet during sex that sometimes, if the room was pitch black, it felt like I was in the bed alone.

But Hunter makes noise. He whispers how sexy I am. Groans when his palm glides over my very wet core. Hisses when the tip of his finger slides inside to feel even more wetness. I love how vocal he is. I love the needy haze in his eyes as he raises himself up on his elbow and peers down at me.

“You’re so beautiful.” His lips find my breasts again, and one nipple is drawn into the hot, wet suction of his mouth.

I shiver. “Feels nice,” I murmur.

“That’s the goal.” He continues to suck my nipples until I’m gasping in pleasure.

It feels so ridiculously good, and I get impossibly wetter. By the time his muscular body shifts down the mattress so that his head is positioned between my legs, I almost apologize for how aroused I am. I’m pretty sure I left a wet spot on his bedspread. That’s fucking embarrassing, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

He absently rubs my clit, watching me from beneath surprisingly thick eyelashes. “I’m not getting up until I make you come,” he informs me. “I’m going to lick every goddamn inch of you, and I’m going to do it right.” A sexy smile curves his lips. “That means you telling me what you like…”

“I already told you,” I say awkwardly, “oral isn’t that important to—”

He kisses my pussy, and my hips buck off the bed.

“That,” I gasp. “I like that.”

He gives me another soft kiss, then another, and then his tongue joins the mix and the sensation of it gliding over my clit is both pure torture and exquisite ecstasy. “Start slow,” I whisper. Then brace myself, because this is usually the moment when an overeager tongue flicks hard and quick over my clit until I’m squirming to make it end.

But Hunter proceeds to bestow the sweetest, slowest licks upon my delighted pussy. Kissing, teasing, exploring. His palms sweep over my quivering thighs in a soft caress before snaking underneath me to squeeze my ass. He lifts me up slightly and brings me closer to his greedy mouth. Oh my God. I think I like oral sex. It was never me at all.

His low groan vibrates in my core. “You taste so fucking good. I could do this for hours.” He starts going faster, laving my clit with his tongue, and I ease away a bit. “Not good?” he murmurs.

“Not yet,” I mumble. “Too much too soon.”

He resumes the slow pace, whispering dirty words against my core. “Got it. How about I suck on this for a bit,” he gently rubs my clit with his thumb, “I think that’d feel really, really good, baby. What do you think?”

“I don’t know,” I croak. “Why don’t you give it a try?”

He gently captures my clit between his lips, gives a light suck, and oh my goodness it’s the best feeling in the world.

Hunter continues to tease me with long, languid licks, interspersed with open-mouth kisses that always end with the sweet sucking of my clit and me rocking my hips in sheer desperation.

“Hmmm,” he chuckles against my pussy. “That’s how we do it, then.”

“Do what?” I’m too turned on to think.

“That’s how we make you come. Slow and steady, and just when you can’t take it anymore, I suck on this hot little clit and your body fucking sings…” He lifts his head and grins up at me. His lips are shiny and swollen. “I figured you out.”

I want to say it’s not that difficult, but I know from previous experience that my body is a hard nut to crack.

Humming with satisfaction, Hunter goes back to driving me crazy. As he works me over with his tongue, I slide my hands through his hair. I’m not the girl who can come in three seconds. It takes time for me, but he doesn’t complain. If anything, the noises he’s making grow hungrier and hungrier, and when his finger slides inside me and my pussy eagerly clamps around it, he groans loudly.

I gaze at his long body stretched out before me, his muscular thighs, his taut ass. I catch a flash of movement and realize he’s got his dick in his free hand. It’s rock hard, but he’s not stroking it. He’s squeezing it, as if he’s trying not to come. Knowing he’s that turned on from going down on me triggers a rush of hot pleasure. My hips start moving faster.

“Oh fuck, baby, yes. I want to feel you coming on my tongue. Give it to me.”

The command is hoarse, dirty. “Finger,” I choke out, and he pushes one finger back inside as his lips close around my clit.

The orgasm sweeps through me in a scorching wave of pleasure. It’s the first time I’ve climaxed with someone other than Nico, and that’s scary and exhilarating and I can’t stop moaning as I grip Hunter’s hair and shake with release.

When I go calm and still, he plants a soft kiss between my legs and whispers, “Ah fuck, that was so hot.” Then he kisses his way up my body and nuzzles the crook of my neck.

His dick is heavy against my hip, the heat of it branding my flesh. I reach down to grip it and Hunter’s agonized groan makes me laugh. “You’re going to have to let me touch it eventually,” I point out.

“I know. I’m just already embarrassed about what’s gonna happen.”

“You can do it,” I encourage. “I believe in you.”

He trembles with laughter. Then he starts to roll over, and for a second I wonder if he’s going to slide his dick inside me without protection. But no, he’s just rising to his knees and leaning over my body to grab a condom from the nightstand.

The square packet is a sobering reminder of the conversation we didn’t have before ripping each other’s clothes off.

“Um.” I gulp. “I know this is awkward, but…I don’t have to worry about any diseases on your end, right…?” I let that hang.