The Play

With a devilish smile, Demi laps at the pearly drop with the tip of her tongue.

The tortured groan she draws from my throat is so loud I half expect an army of Thetas to bang on the door asking if everything is okay.

Demi lifts her head. “You make the hottest sounds in bed.”

“That’s because you do the hottest things in bed.” Then I watch from under heavy eyelids as she sucks on the tip of my cock before lavishing wet kisses on my shaft.

Eventually my eyes flutter closed and I lose myself to sensation. The sweet scrape of her tongue, the hot suction of her lips. The blowjob is slow, tentative, as she determines what I like.

I guide her with husky commands. “I like it rougher than that,” I whisper, and I reach for her fist, wrap my hand around it, and tighten her grip.

“Really? Like that?” she says in surprise. “I feel like that would hurt!”

“It doesn’t hurt,” I assure her.

She tests her grip again, squeezing hard, and I shudder in pleasure. “What if I break your penis?”

A choked laugh flies out. “You’re not going to break my penis, I promise.”

Demi gives a hard stroke, then sucks on my tip again and it’s the best feeling ever. I thread one hand through her hair and start thrusting upward. This is way too good. My balls draw up tight and my vision wavers. Way too good.

“I need to be inside you,” I grind out.

She gets up and crawls toward the nightstand, and the sight of her on her hands and knees is too tempting to ignore. I rise up on my knees behind her and slip a hand between her legs. She’s so wet. When I slip a finger inside, her pussy clamps tightly around it.

Moaning, Demi bucks back against my touch. I add another finger, and now there’s two moving inside her, summoning breathy noises from her lips. “Oh my God. Feels so good.”

I finger her with lazy, teasing thrusts until my body can no longer take it. “Condom,” I mutter, and Demi slaps one into my palm.

My dick throbs as I roll the latex onto it. I stop for a second to admire Demi’s perfect ass. It’s jutting in the air, practically begging for me to—

“Eek!” she exclaims when my palm connects with her smooth flesh.

“Sorry,” I say, quickly soothing the sting with a soft caress. “Your ass is so smackable, you don’t even know, babe.”

“Do it again.”

A grin lifts one corner of my mouth. “You like to be spanked?”

“Maybe?” She wiggles that sexy ass and my palm once again lands in a sharp smack.

“Oh my goodness,” Demi mumbles. “Do it again—but this time when you’re inside me.”

This girl is incredible.

I’m harder than steel as I position my dick at her opening. I slide inside her and spank her ass at the same time, and Demi moans loud enough to wake the dead.

My heart pounds an erratic beat as I start fucking her. One hand grips her right ass cheek, the other curves over her left one, squeezing, kneading, spanking each time she begs for it. My hips piston, pushing my dick inside her. Deeper, faster, until we’re both groaning in desperation as we hurtle toward the finish line.

She’s still on all fours when the orgasm hits her, but by the time she’s finished shuddering, she’s flat on her stomach, moaning happily. I curve my body over her sweat-soaked back and angle my hips, driving into her with shallow thrusts. Fast, desperate strokes, while my heart threatens to give out and my balls tingle wildly.

“Coming,” I grunt.

The pleasure slams into me, stealing the breath from my lungs. I collapse on top of her, only rolling over when she informs me she can’t breathe.

I have no words as I yank her closer. She snuggles beside me, her chin on my shoulder. She doesn’t speak either. There’s nothing to say.

We both know how good that was.

We both know it’s going to happen again.

And we’re both perfectly okay with that.

 

 

30

 

 

Demi

 

 

My parents betrayed me.

I’m talking Benedict-Arnold-screwing-over-America level of betrayal.

No—even worse. Brad Pitt cheating on Jennifer Aniston.

That’s how deep the well of betrayal runs.

I was under the impression that we would not be spending the holidays with Nico’s family. My father never outright stated it, but the subject hadn’t been brought up again after the night I told them in no uncertain words that having Nico around for Christmas would, and I’m quoting myself here, hurt me.

But I guess my feelings don’t matter, because as we’re driving away from the airport in our rental car, Dad informs me that the Delgados will be joining us tonight.

Yep, my parents waited until we arrived in Miami to drop this bomb, probably because they knew I’d never board the plane at Logan Airport otherwise.

With a family as large as mine, the holidays are always a huge production. Christmas Day is spent with my mom’s enormous brood, but Christmas Eve is a quieter affair—just us, and Nico’s family. It’s been a tradition since I was eight years old.

This year, however, it’ll be like the plot line of some awkward holiday comedy. Christmas with the Delgados, starring my cheating ex-boyfriend and my disloyal parents.

As I fume in the backseat, Dad explains that breaking our annual tradition is something he thinks I’d regret in the future. Awesome. Now even my life’s regrets are being decided for me, and they haven’t even fucking happened yet.

I find this absolutely egregious. I don’t care that they’re family friends. My parents could have compromised. They could’ve gone out for dinner with Nico’s parents on their own, sparing me from having to spend any time with Nico. But noooooo, God forbid we break tradition. The world will end!

We arrive at Aunt Paula’s house in the early afternoon. She’s the only one of Mom’s sisters who isn’t married yet, and she owns a gorgeous beachfront property. Some people think there needs to be snow on the ground in order for it to be a real Christmas, but having grown up in Florida, for me the holiday season is sunshine and palm trees and the salty spray of the ocean on my face.

I’m still fuming by the time it’s time to leave for Nico’s house. As Dad searches for where he left the car keys, Mom notices my face and pulls me aside. “Mami, I know you don’t like this—”

“You’re right, I hate it,” I growl.

“But your father made his decision, and you need to make the best of it. Dora and Joaquín are going to be in our lives regardless of whether you and Nico are dating. Dora is like a sister to me, and Papa views Joaquín as a brother.” Mom’s tone softens. “It’s not easy for you, I know. But this is what happens when families are woven so tightly together. So, please, let this be your first test—a test to see if the two of you can be around each other without hostility. Nico is willing to try. He told Dora he was fine with this.”

Of course he’s fine with it. He probably thinks we’re getting back together. That’s what he’s been saying to Darius since the second we broke up.

But Mom is right. The Delgados are their closest friends. They’re family. I have no choice but to suck it up.