Play With Me - Brittany Cournoyer Page 0,40

what face he’d make as I claimed his ass and pegged his prostate. My dick got harder at the thought, and damn near erupted when I undulated my hips until he let out a low guttural moan.

Soon. We’d get there soon enough. I just had to make my time.

And right now, what I wanted was to make him feel good, even if it was only by making out on the couch.

“Do you like that?” I asked gruffly.

Foster closed his eyes and nodded, and I growled when he bit down on his lip. Foster’s brown eyes snapped open at the primal noise, and he freed his lip from his teeth.

Temptation.

I leaned down and ran my tongue along his lip, soothing where his teeth left indentions as I thrust my hips faster. Some of my hair had come loose from the confinement of the tie I used to pull it back, and it brushed against Foster’s cheek.

“I’m close. So fucking close,” he rasped against my lips.

“Then come for me, Foster. I want to see you shatter beneath me.”

And at those demanding words, Foster’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as he started to tremble. His breaths came out short and ragged, and he pushed his body tightly against mine as he rode out his release.

It was the most incredible thing I’d ever witnessed and watching him coming undone that way had me exploding a few seconds later. And to think I came that hard while clothed had me anxious to see what happened when there was finally nothing between us.

I ran my hand through his hair, down his cheek, and brushed my thumb against the wildly beating pulse in his neck as he lay there trying to catch his breath. His eyes were closed, his lips swollen and parted, and I saw the way his mouth and chin were red from my beard. It was the sexiest sight I’d seen in a long time, and I took my time looking over every inch of his blissed-out face to try to commit to memory how he looked at that moment.

“Oh my God,” he moaned as his eyes flew open.

I expected to see a blazing inferno in those brown eyes, not…shame.

“What is it?” I asked as I dropped my hand from his face and my brows furrowed in confusion.

I was still lying on top of him, my hips cradled in his thighs with cum rapidly drying on my pants. Now was not the best time to start feeling regret over what we’d just done. I would’ve preferred we were cleaned up first.

“I just…I can’t believe I did that,” he gasped before taking another deep breath. The rest of his face flamed, matching the coloring of the beard-burn, and both of his hands shot up to cover it.

And there was the regret I knew would come eventually.

His words were like dousing me with a bucket of ice-cold water, and I moved to get off him.

I should’ve known better than to allow things to go as far as they did. Once I found out he’d never been with a man before, my lips should have never gone near his. I could have admired his good looks from the stage and kept things friendly. Now I was sitting there with a deflated dick, dried cum in my pants, and a man regretting touching me.

“I see,” I said curtly. “Do you want me to apologize or something?”

Foster dropped his hands and slowly sat up. Cocking his head to the side, he asked me, “Why would you apologize?”

I waved a hand between us. “Because you regret what we just did. Am I supposed to tell you I’m sorry?”

“What? No. I don’t want an apology from you.”

I gritted my teeth before unclenching my jaw. “Good. Because I’m not sorry about that at all. If anything, I’m only sorry about your reaction afterward.”

Foster’s lips parted as he gasped, and I couldn’t sit there any longer. Not when he was right there, looking so regretful yet so tempting, and I couldn’t touch him.

Rising to my feet in one swift movement, I turned my back on him. “I’m going to clean up. The bathroom is the second door on the right if you want to use it.”

I felt defeated and disappointed, but I refused to allow my posture to show it, no matter how badly I wanted to slump my shoulders and hang my head. The niggling voice in my head wanted to speak up and remind me of a similar