Playing For Love (4 page)

“Don't stop, sweetheart,” David coaxed, grinning devilishly as he pulled my hips back down until my full weight was on him. “Come on, keep grinding that sweet pussy on me.”

“David—” My breath caught as the head of his dick pressed into my clit.

“We've done a lot worse in a crowded club,” he reminded me, as if I would ever need reminding of the first time we had sex. Very public sex. “Trust me, he's not gonna look at us.”

“What did you say?”

“Asked what he was thinking when he was staring at your tits.” His voice was dark with a bite of warning as he tugged my hips down harder. 

“Ugh....” Pained pleasure shot through me.

“Come on, sweet girl. Use me. Make yourself come.” His voice was deep and rough, making my clit pulse ardently. His arms wrapped around me, hands gripping my shoulders, pressing me firmly down as I ground against his hard length. “Yeah, like that.”

“Fuck,” I breathed, hesitant to move more.

“It's okay. No one's here. Let go. Take what you want.”

I started moving, grinding, finding that sweet little pang with every shift of my hips. And I let go, lost in him, chasing my orgasm.

“Yeah, just like that.” A moment later, he asked, “You have everything you need to fuck in the limo?”

“What?” His question startled me out of my hormone-driven mission.

“You're on your period. Do you have everything you need to fuck in the limo?” His words were crude, but his voice was sweet, concerned.

I took a mental inventory of my purse. I had tampons and baby wipes. Yeah, I was good to go.

“Yes.”

“Good. Now grind that pussy on me,” he said, his lips brushing mine as he spoke, pulling me tight against him.

Then his mouth sealed over mine. His tongue pushed in roughly, plundering, dominating, chasing all my thoughts away.

*****

As soon as the cabin door opened, we were exiting. David in front of me, carrying the bags in one hand, the other gripping mine tightly. He pulled me over to the waiting limo, indicating he wanted me to get in with a slight tug of his hand. As I obeyed, getting into the back, I noticed he was using the bags to cover his massive erection. It was gratifying knowing I did that to him.

Sliding in, I positioned myself on my hip, afraid I'd leave a wet spot if I didn't—all our playing on the plane had me ridiculously wet.

I could hear David's deep rumble as he spoke to the driver. Seconds later, he was getting in, bags still in hand. He put them on the adjacent bench and sat next to me, squishing me as he settled in, taking up most of the space.

“Get this off,” he demanded, lightly tugging on my dress.  

“Get those pants down,” I countered.

I quickly pulled my dress up and over my head, tossing it on top of the bags. When David's white tee landed on top of it, my eyes darted to his muscled torso. I watched as he lifted his hips, pushing those sweats down his sculpted thighs, revealing his hard cock. 

“Come on, sweet girl. Get those off. We only have forty minutes.” His thumb and first finger circled the base, offering his thick cock to me, thighs spread, biting his bottom lip with a half-lidded gaze. He made an extremely erotic image.  

No wonder he's an underwear model.

As soon as my panties were off, he grabbed me, hauling me into his lap, growling, “
Fuck
, you're sexy.”

My hands gripped his shoulders for balance as he roughly maneuvered me into place—my thighs straddling him, our chests flush, his heavy cock under me. In this position we were eye level, our noses inches apart. My gaze swept over his face, landing on his sculpted mouth and my breath quickened. The smugness from before was gone now, replaced by raw hunger.  

“All the things I'm gonna do to you,” he rumbled, leaning in, his lips caught mine in a supple kiss. His tongue slid in, thick, hot and wet. Tasting, then devouring. Aggressive, deep licks, filthy as fucking, echoed in my pussy. 

The empty ache grew inside me and I whimpered, sucking eagerly on his tongue. Fisting his hair, I shifted, trying to get his cock inside me, on my clit, anything. I was swollen, throbbing and so fucking desperate. I couldn't remember ever being so desperate.      

A deep guttural noise rattled in his chest and he deepened the kiss, cupping my head, holding me in place as he ate at my mouth. His other hand stroked my thigh and hip, kneading possessively.

I loved the way he touched me, like he owned me.

My core clenched hard, the tension building with nothing more than the deep thrusts of his tongue, the heat of his cock between my thighs, and his claiming hands. My fingers dug into the hard swells of his flexing shoulders as a violent arousal heated my blood.      

A week ago I would have been embarrassed by how horny I was. Not anymore, I wanted him to know, needed him to know. I wanted it hard, deep, painful and rough. I felt crazed.     

His hand shoved between my legs from behind, his fingers probing, searching.

“I took it out already,” I gasped against his lips, answering his unasked question.

“Smart girl,” he uttered, through heavy breaths. Pulling back, his heated gaze locked with mine as he positioned his wide crown at my opening. “Fuck, you're wet.”

“You did this to me. Fix it,” I groaned as he gripped my hips, pressing down, pushing the thick column of flesh into me.

He laughed a soft throaty sound. “Not any worse than what you did to me last night.”

“Oh, God,” I gasped, taking him deeper.

His expression shifted, hardened, all amusement gone.

“Yeah,” he groaned, a deep, rough sound that made my heart race. “Take it all. Be my good girl.”

The intimacy of the eye contact heightened the impact of his words and I softened, submitting. I let out a strangled noise as the back of my thighs sat flush against his. He felt bigger. Thicker, longer. 

“Fuck me,” I panted as my pussy fluttered around him impatiently.       

“Yes, ma'am,” he growled and lifted my hips slightly and thrust up hard, the force knocking the breath out of me.

A small hurt noise escaped my throat as he stretched me wide.

“Fuck, yeah,” he growled excitedly. His grip tightened, holding me aloft as he started fucking with a desperate hunger that rivaled mine. Each impact more powerful. Harder. Rougher. Shocking my body.

I watched as his stomach bunched with his flexing hips, his body tight, straining. His face determined.

“Pull your bra down. I wanna suck on those tits.”

Heat flashed through me at his crudeness. I obeyed immediately, taking my straps down, pushing the cups low. As soon as my tender nipples were exposed, his mouth closed over one, sucking hard. My body bucked from the burst of sharp pleasure streaking through me. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted mindlessly, lost in the sensations of his hot mouth on me, his thick cock moving in and out of me. My fingers threaded through his hair, holding, pulling.    

He moaned around my nipple—a deep, hungry sound—triggering a primitive need in me. I pushed down hard, fighting his hold, needing more. The way his fingers bit into my skin... it was a warning, punctuated by his hammering hips.      

“You wanna fuck
me
?” His voice was roguish and taunting, his lips brushing against my nipple.

Not waiting for my response, his grip loosened, giving me permission to take over. His warm hands, comforting and encouraging, glided up my sides, under my sensitive breasts, cupping, kneading. Then rougher, his thumbs teasing my nipples almost painfully. “Go ahead. Fuck yourself with my cock. Use me.”

Use me
in David's deep rumble did it every time.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathed as my body responded to his touch, his words, obeying his command without question, riding him. “David.”   

“Yeah, come on. Just like that. Fuck that tight little pussy on my cock.” He engulfed my other nipple in his mouth, sucking hard then tonguing as I worked him in and out of me, my clit rubbing along his slick shaft on the forward slide.

His words combined with the sweet torture of his mouth on me, had my hips thrusting recklessly.

“Oh God,” I panted as my orgasm crested.

Then something happened, something shifted inside me. I couldn't explain it. Having control this time didn't make me feel powerful, it left me feeling alone.

After several moments, my hips slowed, unable to reach climax, feeling all wrong, I whispered, “David.”

As always, he could read me.  

His teeth grazed my nipple before he rasped, “I got you.”

His strong hands gripped my thighs, picking me up, moving me to the empty adjacent seat, laying me down. The cool leather on my back was comforting. He hovered over me, his cock still halfway inside me, his hand braced by my head, his knees on the bench, he quickly shoved his sweats down and off. His forearm came down between my head and the seat, his elbow pressing into my shoulder, pinning me in place.

“Open up this pussy,” he snarled, grabbing my knee, roughly shoving it up and out, spreading me wide.

My insides warmed at his gruff tone. The way he manhandled me, his lewd demand... My body went limp with profound relief, grateful not having to be in charge, eager to take anything he had to give. Desperate for it.

My other leg drew up, framing his powerful torso as I watched him expectantly. His expression was fierce, his powerful body, strung tight as his weight settled over me, groaning as he pushed in deep.        

“
Goddamn
, girl. You feel good... So
fucking
tight.”

His lips met mine, his tongue sliding in deep, explicit as his cock. He pulled away, his mouth moving along my jaw as he muttered, “This is my pussy, feels fucking perfect, made for me.”      

I struggled to breathe as he brutally stretched me. In this position, I was tight, and getting tighter as he swelled inside me. I shifted trying to get relief.

“David, I can't—”                   

His dark gaze met mine, soft and tender.

“Shhh, I know.” His hand covered my mouth. “Scream all you need to, but you're gonna take it all, sweet girl.” He thrust deeper, his face hardened, his eyes narrowed. “Every. Fucking. Inch.”

This was the type of restraint that would definitely trigger me. I waited for the panic.

Nothing.

Then I felt something low inside me—my arousal spiking viciously.

I cried out against his hand as he forced his way in, until our hips were flush. It hurt. My walls wouldn't relax, wouldn't give in to his intrusion. But something about his dominance and the pain was comforting.

I wanted more.   

I whimpered, clinging to him. His sweet, exotic smell filled the small space, intoxicating me. Making me want him so fiercely, I didn't care about the pain, I didn't care how rough he was and that should have scared me.

“Rub your clit. Come on,” he whispered gruffly in my ear, lifting his hard stomach enough for me to reach between us.

Tentatively, I obeyed.        

“Rub it, Austin.”

At his barked command I rubbed faster, something dark and needy and hungry bloomed inside me.

“Make yourself come. It'll relax your pussy.” 

Braced above me on his elbow between my head and the seat, his hand covering my mouth, the other holding my leg out wide, he watched his cock sinking into me, waiting for me to come. It felt dirty, obscene. And within seconds, my muscles tightened around his brutal length, the pain instantly fading as an orgasm rolled through me.             

Everything else turned to white noise as my primitive instincts took over. I was consumed with a need to fuck and to be fucked by this godlike man. 

“Yeah, just like that,” he rasped, his gaze still locked on our joined bodies as he started fucking me in deep, long strokes. “Keep rubbing your clit. Don't stop.”       

My other hand moved to his ass, pulling, encouraging. His pace quickly turned savage, as did the noises he made, as if the pleasure was as violent for him as it was for me. His hand left my mouth and buried in my hair, fisting possessively. “Come on. Choke my cock with that tight cunt.”

“
Oh
, fuck.” My gaze moved to his bicep, flexed, bulging, that thick vein standing out. I leaned over, giving it a long lick. Feeling his pulse under my tongue, his body, hot and hard, working above me, and the sounds he made... My body lost control, giving him what he wanted, my pussy squeezing, pulling at his length. I cried out, “David.”

“Shhh, sweetheart.” His voice shifted, part encouraging, part demanding. “That's right, gotta wear that greedy pussy out.” He gave me the sweet ache I desperately needed, pounding into me aggressively. His expression was determined, focused—somewhere between mean and aroused. “I own this pussy. It's gonna legally be mine. My sweet pussy. All mine.”    

“It's already yours,” I panted, my hips thrusting up to meet his, my fingers smashed between our bodies, furiously working my clit.