Playing Hard to Get(88)

His chiseled abs.

My mouth waters and I can’t stop staring. And when my gaze drops to the noticeable bulge in his jeans, I swallow hard.

Is that all him?



I hit pause.

My girl is into some sexy shit.

Glancing around the bus, I’m trying to see if anyone is paying attention to me, but my teammates seem like they’re all in their own little worlds. Most of them appear to be asleep.

Unpausing the story, I continue listening.



When he starts unbuttoning his jeans, I realize that is definitely all him beneath the fly and down low, I pulse with need. He catches me staring, his hand settling over the front of his boxers, and he grips himself tight, asking me in a rough voice, “You ready for this?”

I nod, scooting up the bed when he approaches it, fear and excitement coursing through my veins. “Oh yeah.”

He rids himself of the jeans and his boxers, until he’s gloriously naked. I stare as if I’ve never seen a naked man before, and while I have, I’ve never seen one like this. With muscles on muscles and the thickest cock I’ve ever laid eyes on.



My gaze jerks to the left. I swear I heard someone say my name, but I think I’m just being paranoid.

This shit is kind of…

Hot.



“Suck it,” he demands, stopping at the foot of the bed.

I move toward him then, positioning myself like the good girl he wants, sitting on my knees, my mouth falling open as I turn wide eyes up to his face. His expression is stern, almost mean, but I see the fire in his gaze.

He wants me as much as I want him.

Slowly, he traces my lips with the head of his cock and I sneak my tongue out to lick at the slit, lapping up pre-cum. He feeds me inch after inch until the head touches the very back of my throat. I calm my breathing, closing my eyes before I suction my lips tightly around him, sucking hard. He groans.



I shift uncomfortably in my seat, readjusting the front of my jeans.

Jesus.



He fucks my mouth steadily. Over and over. And I take it. I take it like a good girl because that’s all I want to be. His good girl.

“So pretty with a mouth full of dick,” he murmurs, his hand coming up to cup the side of my head before he threads his fingers in my hair. “Want me to come all over your sweet little face?”

Moaning, I nod, my fingers circling the base, trying to control his movements, but it’s no use. He takes over completely, fucking my mouth, driving his cock between my lips again and again, his movements fierce, the low, guttural sounds coming from his chest making my body burn with need.



Someone touches my shoulder and I about jump out of my skin, tearing an AirPod out of my ear, wanting to die when I can still hear the narrator’s voice.

“…that’s it, baby. Let me come on your face.”

I frantically hit pause, my gaze lifting to find Cam standing in front of me, giving me a strange look.

“You okay there, bro?”

Taking a deep breath, I press the back of my head into the seat and kick my legs out, going for casual. It’s dark enough on the bus that he can’t see the semi-erection I’m sporting, thanks to that fucking book.

Hopefully.

Goddamn.

“I’m fine,” I finally answer him, grateful my voice is steady.

“You’re kind of red in the face.” He points at me. “Was just heading back to my seat and I noticed you looked a little…overheated. Wanted to make sure you’re not all pissed off or crying or whatever.”

“Why would I be pissed or crying?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “Why are you watching porn on the bus surrounded by all of your teammates?”

My face is on fucking fire thanks to Cam’s casual comment. “I’m not watching porn.”

“Sure sounded like it. Aren’t you getting enough pussy from your girlfriend?” He laughs then shakes his head.

I hate that he referred to Joanna’s pussy so casually, but then again, I kind of like that he called her my girlfriend. I haven’t even referred to her that way yet.

“I was listening to one of her books on her audio app, and it was kind of—”

“Sexual?” Cam finishes for me. “Is that your assigned reading?”

“Hell no.”

Cam is grinning, the asshole. “I’ll let you get back to it then. Enjoy yourself—but not too much.”

I watch him amble down the narrow aisle of the bus, shaking my head.

Then I get back to listening to that damn book, wondering if this is what my girlfriend wants from me. We’re already pretty experimental, but this guy is a real dominant asshole. The woman seems to get off on it though. And all the dirty talking, which I do sometimes, but maybe not enough?

Is that what she likes? Does she want more of it from me? Shit, listening to this stuff is filling me with doubt—something I haven’t experienced sexually since I was a teen.

But I can’t lie, it’s also pretty fucking hot.

Looks like me and Jo Jo are having a conversation when I get home.





THIRTY-THREE





JOANNA





I’m minding my own business as one does on a Monday afternoon while at work when the store phone rings, which is a rare occurrence.