Play Maker(28)

“We can have a little fun first,” I insisted, pressing my cloth-covered cock against her wet, eager opening. I rocked the ridge of my desire against her and her eyes rolled upwards, my body stroking her still-sensitive clit. It felt amazing, but I realized very quickly that I was on the verge of losing control. And when that happened I needed to be deep inside of her. So this time, when I withdrew, it was to grab a condom.

Within seconds, I had ripped open the package and rolled the latex onto my eager cock. Then, I settled back between her welcoming thighs, my sensitive head nudging against her wetness. Nicole sighed, tilting her hips upwards, her body seeking mine. Pleasure coursed through me and I grit my teeth.

“I want you inside me,” Nicole’s voice was breathy and full of desire.

Unable to resist, I thrust forward, my cock sliding smoothly inside her.

“God almighty,” I choked out, buried balls deep. Had it been like this before? My entire body was on high alert, sensation rippling through me. But I held myself still, knowing that I had to be careful. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this turned on.

Nicole spread her legs wider, and I slid deeper.

“Yesssss.” The sound was a hiss of pleasure from her lips as she hooked her ankles behind my back. “Fuck me,” she begged. “Fuck me now.”

I began to move, slowly easing out of her and sliding back in, inch by impressive inch. Had I ever been this hard? I wanted to feel everything, I wanted to savor the moment. But Nicole wasn’t interested in savoring anything. Her nails dug into my back.

“Harder,” she pleaded. “I want it hard and I want it fast.”

I had intended to take my time, but the words coming out of her mouth, and the feel of her around my cock had me ready to explode. I began to pick up speed, my hips thrusting to meet hers as she arched against me. She was panting, our bodies wet with sweat, my cock slamming in and out of her.

“Yes,” she cried. “Oh god, yes!”

My rhythm became frantic as I lost myself in the pleasure we were creating, the intensity of her moans, the sheer thrill of our bodies coming together. She was so close, I could feel it. I didn’t know if I could control myself, but then I remembered how much she liked it when I talked dirty. I knew I could make her finish before me.

I fisted my hands in her hair, tilting her head back. “Come on my cock,” I ordered.

And she did, screaming and shuddering, the ripples of her orgasm rocketing through her entire body. It set off my own climax, and gripping her hips, I thrust as deeply as I could inside her, Nicole’s cries of pleasure echoing in my ear as I came harder then I ever had in my entire life.





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Nicole





I could get used to this, I thought, as we lay catching our breaths, James’ body hot and deliciously heavy on mine. He groaned, and rolled off of me, no doubt fearing he was crushing me, but I missed the weight of him immediately.

But the thrill of it all, the intensity of my orgasm fading, the realization that I was feeling a little too comfortable in his room, in his bed, had me sitting up. And that’s where he found me when he returned from discarding the condom.

“Hey.” The word was casual, but cautious.

I tried to keep my eyes on his face, not linger on his gorgeous naked body. A naked body that until a few minutes ago had been wonderfully pressed up against my own. I wanted to stay and that freaked me the f*ck out. This was supposed to be casual. It needed to stay casual. No spooning, no room service, no goodnight kisses. Anything more than what we had just shared was a recipe for disaster. I needed to leave.

“Hey.” I got up from the bed and began looking for my clothes.

“You know.” He crossed his arms, watching, but didn’t try to stop me. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were using me for sex.” The words were teasing, which I appreciated. He was giving me the out I wanted.

I pushed my hair back from my face, trying to keep my tone light. “I hate to break it to you.” I gave him a smile as I wiggled into my thong and bra. “But that’s exactly what I’m using you for.”

He groaned, a hand pressed against his chest. “Well, then show some mercy with that body. Any more of that.” He gestured towards my struggle to put on my pants, which was causing my breasts to sway despite my bra, “and you’ll be leaving me with a very big problem.”

I winked at him. “Oh, I know exactly how big of problem I’ll be leaving you with.” The memory of how good he had felt inside of me, gave me pause. Could I stay for another round? No. Curfew. Rules. I knew that the trick to making this second one night stand stay casual, was to leave before anything too personal was exchanged. I had no problem f*cking the guy, I just didn’t want things to get any more personal than they had to. “I’m afraid you’ll have to take care of that yourself, though.”

The look he gave me was positively dangerous. “Are you sure you don’t want to give me a hand?”

I gulped. Because I really did. If I had thought that another series of orgasms would get James out of my mind, I had sorely underestimated how much I enjoyed those orgasms. And I knew that it had a lot to do with him. Which is exactly what made it so important that I left. The last thing I needed was to get attached to a guy just because he was especially good at making me come. It had just been a long time since I had had good sex. An orgasm was an orgasm. I could have what I was having with him with someone else. Right?