Play With Me - Brittany Cournoyer Page 0,39

it was small squeeze before smoothing my thumb over the skin.

“Not at all. Because unlike the other times, this feels more right to me. I’m responding in ways I never have before. And I know what you’re thinking. That it’s probably the excitement of trying something new. But you’re wrong, Stellan. It’s more than that.”

He slid his hand from my hair, down the side of my face, and rested it on my shoulder. “Is it?”

I nodded. I couldn’t believe I was being so forthcoming with him since I usually got shy and flustered around him. Now was the time for honesty, especially if I wanted whatever this was to continue. And when I saw the doubt in his eyes, I knew it was time to show him how much I wanted him, rather than tell him.

Mustering up all the courage I possessed—which wasn’t a lot—I reached up to grab his wrist. Then, before I could talk myself out of my next move, I forced his hand down until it was touching the obvious bulge in my pants. My breath hitched at the feeling of having him touch me there, but the way his entire body tensed had me wondering if I’d done the wrong thing.

Then, the primal growl that rumbled low in his throat, and the way his fingers flexed to cup my cock, told me it was exactly what I’d needed to do.

“Can’t you feel how much I want you, Stellan?”

“I promised myself I’d take things slow with you,” he argued, but his voice held no vehemence.

“But I don’t want you to. I trust you.”

That was true. Yes, I was scared of what the next step would mean, but I was also excited about these feelings and emotions that were coming alive inside me, all because of him.

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he flexed his fingers against my cock, giving it a tight squeeze before moving his hand slowly up and down—stroking me through the fabric. My breath caught in my throat before coming out in short bursts until I was moments away from ripping off my jeans so he could touch my bare skin. I wasn’t opposed to begging him, either.

But before I could do either one, Stellan’s mouth was back on mine, and then I felt my body being lowered against the couch. The weight of his body on top of mine was close to being my next addiction, or so I thought. Because seconds later, his strong hand was hooked under my knee, bending my leg so his lower half was cradled between my thighs, and his cock brushed against mine.

That, cock-on-cock, even with the clothing barrier between us, was my newest addiction.

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Stellan

When I invited Foster over, it never crossed my mind that we’d be lying on my couch while I humped him like a horny teenager. But there I was, doing just that. My hips were grinding into his as I swallowed every moan he made when our cocks grazed against each other. The feeling of his fingertips digging into my back was something I knew I'd never forget. And the longer we kissed, the more I wished there wasn’t any clothing between us. I wanted his skin against mine. I wanted our bare cocks to continue to rub together while our precum mixed.

But he wasn’t ready for that—not yet, anyway. No matter how much he said he wanted this, I still wanted to take things slow. But even I could only resist so much before giving in to the temptation, and what we were doing was the perfect example. When he placed my hand on his cock, there was no way I could yank it away and tell him to pick another movie. Not when he was trying to show me how much he wanted me and that he was mine for the taking.

And he was so fucking responsive.

I’d never been with a man who reacted the way he did—with so much eagerness and passion. The way his eyes widened in shock whenever his body shivered after I touched him made me want to see what other reactions I could get from him. I wanted to touch, and tease, and show him just what his body was capable of.

“Stellan,” he gasped as he ripped his lips from mine.

I pulled back to look at him, and when I pressed my hips firmly into his, Foster’s mouth parted on a silent gasp as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. I longed to see