Play Maker(15)

The cognac was still on the floor. I raised the glass to him and took a sip. Then I did as he had, dipping my finger in the liquid. He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. I kept my gaze on his as I knelt in front of him, taking that finger and drawing a line up the side of his cock. A line that I then traced with my tongue. His head fell back, a groan rippling through him. Payback was a bitch, I smiled to myself as I took his hard length into my mouth as deep as it would go.

Now it was time for his hands to tangle in my hair as my lips rode his cock, loving the way the ridges of his desire felt against my tongue. Then his fingers stiffened and I heard him choke out a single word.

“Stop,” he managed and I did, looking up at him.

His eyes glittered with desire. “I want to be inside you,” he growled, sitting up.

But before he could stand, I had my hand on his chest.

“Allow me,” I reached for the condom and ripped it open. Carefully I smoothed it down on his length. Then, placing my knees on either side of his hips, I lowered myself onto him. He slid inside me like we were made for each other.

“Fu-uck,” James groaned, his fingers digging into my hips. “You’re so wet.”

Slowly I began to ride him, my hips rolling forward, lifting myself up before his hands plunged his cock back inside me, each time going deeper.

“Oh my god,” I moaned, pleasure already beginning to build. His hands moved up to my breasts, lifting and teasing them, his thumbs circling my rock hard nipples. Then he lowered his mouth to one, using his tongue and teeth to make me shudder. I rode him faster and harder, feeling my orgasm gather inside me. One of his hands slid downwards, his thumb finding my clit. I undulated against him, his cock so deep inside me, my entire body filled with nothing but the sensation of his body against mine.

When I came this time, I collapsed against his chest, our bodies slick and hot. Through the haze of release, I sensed his own tension, his entire body held perfectly still as he waited for my shudders to stop. When they did, he wrapped his arms around my waist and with a single fluid movement, stood. He was still buried deep inside me and I locked my legs behind his back, somehow pulling him even deeper. He froze.

“Careful,” James warned, clearly on the edge of his own release, but I didn’t care. I wanted to feel him come.

Somehow he got us to the bed, and the moment my back hit the luxurious mattress, I grabbed his hips.

“Fuck me,” I ordered. “Hard.”

He grinned down at me, a lock of hair falling across his damp forehead.

“Whatever the lady wants.”

And with that, he braced his arms beside me. Lifting his hips, he pulled away, but before I could object, he thrust inside of me again. And again. And again. I moaned, feeling every glorious inch of him. My feet were planted on the mattress, my hips wide, wanting him deeper and deeper. I couldn’t get enough, my hands gripping his hips, his back, his ass. Every part of him was more beautiful than the next and I was greedy in my desire for him.

“You feel so good,” James’ breath was hot against my ear. “I could f*ck you all night.”

But I could tell he was close. And I was too.

“I’m going to come,” I moaned, feeling my fourth orgasm building inside me.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his thrusting coming faster and faster. The bed shuddered with the intensity of his desire, as I grabbed fistfuls of bedding, sweat gathering at my temples. His own hands had pulled my legs up and around his waist. Each thrust hit my clit, and the pleasure was almost too much, too intense. I felt as if I might burst into pieces.

Suddenly James stiffened above me. With a roar, he threw his head back and thrust one last time, setting off his orgasm and mine. I cried out, pleasure rippling through my body as he collapsed against me, our limbs tangled together in the glorious aftermath of some truly incredible sex.





8





James





Holy. Shit. My heart was racing, I could barely catch my breath and I was pretty sure that I wasn’t going to be able to walk for the next twenty-four hours. After ridding myself of the condom, I rolled onto my back, careful not to crush Nicole, though I found that I immediately missed the warmth of her body. Propping myself up on my elbow, I looked down at the glorious specimen of woman that was blessing my bed.

Her blonde hair was spread across the expensive sheets, her eyes closed and her lips, by some miracle owed to God or the make-up industry, were still red. Her naked body was covered in a thin layer of perspiration, and while I’m sure I looked like I had run from London and back, her skin just had a gorgeous glow. And what skin it was. And what a body.

Those curves of hers needed a road sign. They were bloody dangerous for anyone who didn’t know what they were doing. From the round curve of her perfect breasts, with their dusky pink nipples to the tapering of her narrow waist and the swell of her luscious hips, I was ready to take a map and go exploring again.

Not that I would have the chance after tonight. This was a one night stand, remember?

I chastised myself for not taking enough time to truly worship it, to examine each and every secret it held. It took a rare woman to hold my interest like this, especially immediately after sex, but there was no doubt that Nicole was a rare bird indeed.

I couldn’t tell if she was asleep. Not that I would blame her. Usually after sex like that – ok, any sex – I was more than ready to pass out. For some reason, though, my body felt as though I had just chugged a six-pack of Red Bull. I was practically vibrating with adrenaline.