Page 69 of Play With Me
“We’re not going back home.” He gets to his feet and holds out a hand to help me up.
“We’re not?” I’m reminded of my distaste for the beach as sand clings to every part of me. I dust it off the best I can while following him to the sidewalk.
He shakes his head, and that damn smirk I love so much slowly crawls across his face as he turns back to look at me. “I got us a hotel for tonight. I already told Maya we wouldn’t be back ‘till morning.”
There’s no urgency in the way Anders lowers me to the bed. He kisses me deliberately, nipping at my lips with the pace of molasses. Every part of me is desperate to feel him sink inside my warmth and claim me the way only he knows how.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers, lowering his lips to my neck. My nails grip his flesh as he trails a featherlight path down to my collarbone. “I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you.”
His words draw my brows together, a frustrated moan leaving my lips on a raspy breath. It’s too slow…toosweet.
Slap!
My palm stings before my brain catches up with its movement. Anders stares at me wide-eyed, a bright pink outline of my hand beginning to blossom along his jawbone.
“What the fuck, Carmela?” His tone is dangerous. Low and gravelly, unrestrained with anger. His pupils are blown wide, nostrils flaring as he waits for me to explain why I just slapped him out of nowhere.
“That’s more like it,” I whisper, widening my legs around him.
Understanding dawns over his features, and then we’re pulling at each other’s clothes. Teeth biting, lips sucking, tongues sliding roughly against the other. I hear the fabric of my dress rip, and at the same time, a button flies off Anders’ shirt from the force of me ripping it open.
“Does my girl want to get fucked instead of made love to?” He rips the straps of my underwear and flings the ruined undergarment to the side.
He takes over my movements, removing his belt and pants, watching my chest heave with every labored breath. “Yes. Hurry up, Anders. I need you inside me.”
“I wanna hear you beg for it.” His words send a fresh wave of arousal through me, and I rub my legs together, smearing it all over my inner thighs.
Wet warmth slides along my skin as Anders lowers his head and licks a path from the inside of my knee up to the juncture of my thighs. His cock is thick and full, crown flushed an angry red as the veins protrude along his length. “Beg, baby girl. Beg me to fill you up. To make you feel good.”
Hooking a leg around the back of his thigh, I pullhim to the bed and roll us over so that I’m on top. His hands fly to my hips, head thrown back as I sink onto him bare. “Fuuuuck, Cara.”
“I don’t beg,” I announce proudly as I begin to ride him. Pure pleasure washes over me as our bodies move together. Every part of him fits against me perfectly as we move in sync, reading each other without having to ask for what we want.
With every roll of my hips, I snap them roughly, milking Anders’ cock as I squeeze my walls on every pass. He looks like he’s trying to hold back his orgasm, which only spurs me to move faster.
His hands leave my hips, palming my breasts and pinching my nipples roughly as I cry out. He uses them as leverage to pull himself up and rotate us, pinning my back to the bed as he pistons into me. “We’ll see about that, baby girl.”
Everything comes to a halt as he suddenly stops moving. “Anders! What are you doing? Don’t stop.” I writhe beneath him, trying to gain some friction back.
He locks his legs around mine and pins my wrists, pulling out until just his crown is nestled right inside my pussy. “Do you want me to keep going?”
I try to lift my hips, but he pulls away, and I lose his warmth for a split second before he’s surging in again, going so slow, until he’s buried to his base. “Tell me how bad you want it, Cara.”
Over and over again, he pulls out agonizinglyslow before pushing back in. Tingles spread throughout my spine, up into my brain, and down into my toes, making them curl against the plush duvet.
“Anders,” I whine, my voice a high-pitched rasp. I open my clenched eyes to find him watching where we’re joined. My gaze follows his, so fucking turned on by the sight of his silken length covered in my arousal and disappearing inch by inch into me before repeating the process.
“I can fuck you like this all night. Go nice and slow, build you up, and get you close before taking the edge away again. I’ll let you take control and ride my dick like it’s the only thing that will keep you alive, but just before you come, I’ll flip you over and remind you who’s really in charge here.” He leans down and bites a nipple, stretching it with his teeth before watching it bounce back.
“Fuck you,” I grit out, tensing my body in preparation to flip him again.
“I am, baby girl. I’m fucking you so good right now, and you’re going to come so fucking hard when I’m through with you.” He relinquishes control, pulling out and getting off the bed with a smirk.
Snarling, I rise and reach for him, letting out a frustrated growl when he steps just out of my grasp. “You’re going to have to try harder than that.” He smirks.
I change tactics, launching myself forward andgrabbing his dick. A startled grunt leaves his lips as I pull him back to the bed by it and push him on his back. With the most sensitive part of him in my grip, he wastes no time obliging me as I maneuver us to the head of the bed before I sink onto him once more.
“How’s that for hard, smooth guy?” I grip the headboard and twist my ankles around his, using the leverage to thrust ardently as I build up my release again.