Beautiful Player
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“I will,” she gasped. “I will, I will, just . . . please.”
“Please what, Plum?”
She weaved slightly against me. “Please don’t stop.”
I slid my fingers deeper, faster, pressing my thumb up against her clit and working it right there in tighter, smaller circles. Yes. Holy shit, she’s so close.
I was hard again, rubbing over her bare hip where I’d already come on her only minutes ago, and close again myself.
“Grab my dick, okay? Just hold on. You’re so f**king wet and your sounds . . . holy f**k, I . . .”
And then she was there, holding on to me tight enough to f**k her fist, and every thought became about how smooth she was around my fingers and the fruit plumpness of her lips and tongue.
She started to dissolve, her body completely losing it. She was quietly gasping the same thing over and over—Oh my God—which I was thinking, too.
“Say it.”
“I’m going . . .” She hiccupped, tightened her hold on my length as I f**ked her fist.
“Fucking say it.”
“Will. My God.” Her thighs started to shake and I wrapped my free arm around her waist to keep her from falling. “I’m coming.”
And with a wild jerk of her hips she did, shaking and wet. Her orgasm rippled along the lengths of my fingers as she cried out, digging her nails into my shoulders. It was exactly what I needed—how did she f**king know? With a low groan, I felt my second orgasm surge forward, hot and liquid into her hand.
Fuck. My legs shook and I leaned into her, pinning her to the wall.
We’d been loud. Too loud? We were far down the hall, separated from the raging party by a number of rooms, but I still had no sense what the outside world had done while mine had melted in Hanna’s arms.
Her breath came out warm and sweet on my neck and I carefully pulled out my fingers, rubbing along her sex to relish in her warm, sensitive skin.
“Good?” I murmured into her ear.
“Yeah,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and pressing her face into the crook of my neck. “God, so good.”
I left my hand where it was, my mind reeling as I gently ran my fingers up her clit, down back to her entrance and along the soft crease of her pu**y. It was quite possibly the best first time I’d ever had with a girl.
And it had only been our hands.
“We should probably get back out to the party,” she said, her voice muffled by my skin.
Reluctantly, I pulled my hand away, and immediately winced as she turned on the light switch behind her back. As I pulled up my pants, I stared at her, completely naked in the bright room.
Well, f**k. She was smooth and toned, with lush br**sts and gently curved hips. Her skin was still flushed from her orgasm, and I relished the sight of the blush that spread up her neck and across her cheeks as I studied the moisture on her stomach from my orgasm.
“You’re staring,” she said, bending to reach for a box of tissues on the dresser. She looked down, cleaning herself up and then tossing the tissue into a trash can.
I buckled my belt and then sat at the edge of the bed, watching her put her clothes back on. She was unbelievably sexy, and she had no f**king idea.
The room smelled like sex, and I knew she could feel my attention on her but she didn’t rush. In fact, she seemed perfectly content to let me look at every angle, every curve as she slid on her panties, shimmied into her pants, put her bra on, slowly buttoned her shirt.
Looking over at me, she licked her lips and my heart tripped as I registered she could taste herself from my fingers. I wondered if I’d be remembering her taste until the end of time.
“What now?” I asked, standing.
“Now”—she reached for my arm, tracing the double helix from my elbow to my wrist—“we go back out there and have another drink.”
My blood cooled a bit, hearing her voice return to steady. No longer breathy and excited, no longer tentative and hopeful. She was back to her regular bubbly self, the same Hanna everyone else saw. No longer mine.
“Works for me.”
She looked at my face for several long moments, at my eyes and cheeks, chin and lips. “Thanks for not being weird.”
“Are you kidding?” I bent down and kissed her cheek. “What’s there to be weird about?”
“We just touched each other’s private parts,” she whispered.
I laughed, fixing the collar of her shirt. “I noticed that.”
“I think I could totally do the friends-with-benefits thing. It feels so easy, so relaxed. We’re just going to head back out there,” she said, grinning widely up at me. With a little wink, she added, “And we’re the only ones who know you just came all over my stomach and I just came all over your hand.”
“Please what, Plum?”
She weaved slightly against me. “Please don’t stop.”
I slid my fingers deeper, faster, pressing my thumb up against her clit and working it right there in tighter, smaller circles. Yes. Holy shit, she’s so close.
I was hard again, rubbing over her bare hip where I’d already come on her only minutes ago, and close again myself.
“Grab my dick, okay? Just hold on. You’re so f**king wet and your sounds . . . holy f**k, I . . .”
And then she was there, holding on to me tight enough to f**k her fist, and every thought became about how smooth she was around my fingers and the fruit plumpness of her lips and tongue.
She started to dissolve, her body completely losing it. She was quietly gasping the same thing over and over—Oh my God—which I was thinking, too.
“Say it.”
“I’m going . . .” She hiccupped, tightened her hold on my length as I f**ked her fist.
“Fucking say it.”
“Will. My God.” Her thighs started to shake and I wrapped my free arm around her waist to keep her from falling. “I’m coming.”
And with a wild jerk of her hips she did, shaking and wet. Her orgasm rippled along the lengths of my fingers as she cried out, digging her nails into my shoulders. It was exactly what I needed—how did she f**king know? With a low groan, I felt my second orgasm surge forward, hot and liquid into her hand.
Fuck. My legs shook and I leaned into her, pinning her to the wall.
We’d been loud. Too loud? We were far down the hall, separated from the raging party by a number of rooms, but I still had no sense what the outside world had done while mine had melted in Hanna’s arms.
Her breath came out warm and sweet on my neck and I carefully pulled out my fingers, rubbing along her sex to relish in her warm, sensitive skin.
“Good?” I murmured into her ear.
“Yeah,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and pressing her face into the crook of my neck. “God, so good.”
I left my hand where it was, my mind reeling as I gently ran my fingers up her clit, down back to her entrance and along the soft crease of her pu**y. It was quite possibly the best first time I’d ever had with a girl.
And it had only been our hands.
“We should probably get back out to the party,” she said, her voice muffled by my skin.
Reluctantly, I pulled my hand away, and immediately winced as she turned on the light switch behind her back. As I pulled up my pants, I stared at her, completely naked in the bright room.
Well, f**k. She was smooth and toned, with lush br**sts and gently curved hips. Her skin was still flushed from her orgasm, and I relished the sight of the blush that spread up her neck and across her cheeks as I studied the moisture on her stomach from my orgasm.
“You’re staring,” she said, bending to reach for a box of tissues on the dresser. She looked down, cleaning herself up and then tossing the tissue into a trash can.
I buckled my belt and then sat at the edge of the bed, watching her put her clothes back on. She was unbelievably sexy, and she had no f**king idea.
The room smelled like sex, and I knew she could feel my attention on her but she didn’t rush. In fact, she seemed perfectly content to let me look at every angle, every curve as she slid on her panties, shimmied into her pants, put her bra on, slowly buttoned her shirt.
Looking over at me, she licked her lips and my heart tripped as I registered she could taste herself from my fingers. I wondered if I’d be remembering her taste until the end of time.
“What now?” I asked, standing.
“Now”—she reached for my arm, tracing the double helix from my elbow to my wrist—“we go back out there and have another drink.”
My blood cooled a bit, hearing her voice return to steady. No longer breathy and excited, no longer tentative and hopeful. She was back to her regular bubbly self, the same Hanna everyone else saw. No longer mine.
“Works for me.”
She looked at my face for several long moments, at my eyes and cheeks, chin and lips. “Thanks for not being weird.”
“Are you kidding?” I bent down and kissed her cheek. “What’s there to be weird about?”
“We just touched each other’s private parts,” she whispered.
I laughed, fixing the collar of her shirt. “I noticed that.”
“I think I could totally do the friends-with-benefits thing. It feels so easy, so relaxed. We’re just going to head back out there,” she said, grinning widely up at me. With a little wink, she added, “And we’re the only ones who know you just came all over my stomach and I just came all over your hand.”
