Play With Me - Brittany Cournoyer Page 0,49

unsure what to do next, I continued to sit there, with my T-shirt balled up on my lap, waiting for Stellan to direct my next move.

The deep rumble in his chest had my eyes shooting to his face, and I gasped when I saw his fiery stare directed at me. His nostrils were flared, his jaw clenched, and his pupils blown. I watched the rise of his chest as he took in a deep, ragged breath before slowly releasing it. Was he trying to keep himself under control? Did I even want him to?

“Give me your shirt,” he commanded and held out one of his large, tattooed hands toward me.

I handed the wadded-up shirt to him without any hesitation, and then watched in awe as he brought it up to his nose and inhaled deeply. He closed his eyes, as if the faint scents of my soap and laundry detergent were the best things he’d ever smelled.

“Lie down.” His voice was hoarse, thick, and a bit muffled since his face was still buried in my shirt. The rough growl he let out as he took another sniff went straight to my dick.

After bending my pillow in half to give it a bit more cushion, I lay down until my back hit the mattress and shifted around until I was settled. Then I waited to see what Stellan was going to do next.

After dropping my shirt to the floor, he moved again, making his way toward the other side of the bed as he kept his eyes on me. They roamed over my chest, taking in the barely there dips and valleys of my would-be abs, pausing on my nipples that beaded under his inspection, before coming to a rest on my face.

I squirmed as he traced my eyes, nose, jaw, and lips with his intense gaze. And forced myself to just lie there, allowing him to look all he wanted as my cheeks flamed. I wasn’t used to this since none of my past partners took the time to see what I wanted, and Stellan’s silent examination had a flush breaking out over my entire body. What if he didn’t like what he saw once the package had been unwrapped?

But before my mind could conjure up a million and one scenarios, Stellan was on me. His lips were sealed over mine, forcing them apart so his tongue could lick inside my mouth, and I was only happy to oblige. I groaned at the familiar taste that was all Stellan, and instantly plunged my fingers into his hair to grip the long strands. Acting on pure instinct, I bent my legs to cradle him between my thighs and moaned as his cock rubbed against mine. Even though it’d only been a day since the last time we were together, I realized I’d missed the weight of his big body against mine, and I relished the feeling of him pressing me into the mattress.

Stellan ripped his mouth from mine and licked his way down my jaw before pausing at my neck where my pulse was pounding wildly. When his teeth sank into the sensitive skin, my eyes rolled, and my back bowed as I let out a low moan. But Stellan moved lower, kissing down my throat and across my collarbone before closing his lips over my right nipple. The slight sting of his teeth piercing into the beaded tip brought me closer to exploding in my pants.

“Stellan,” I gasped when he released my nipple to pay attention to the left one.

His long hair grazed my highly sensitized skin, but rather than tickling me, it only amped up the stimulation I was feeling. As he continued to suck and bite, his hand snaked down my stomach, and my muscles fluttered at the brush of his fingers on my blazing skin.

Releasing my nipple, he looked up at me and my breath caught at the expression I saw in his eyes. Yes, they were filled with heat, but also understanding and a tiny bit of concern. “Let me know if you want me to stop at any time.”

I had to swallow before I could vocalize what I was thinking. “I will, I promise. But please don’t stop. I’d be pretty pissed if you did.”

Stellan chuckled as he traced a finger on the exposed skin above the waistband of my sweatpants. “Well I don’t want to be the cause of any frustrations,” he murmured before slipping his hand inside.

He was so close. All he needed