Play With Me - Brittany Cournoyer Page 0,64
sweat-soaked bodies slid against each other as he thrust into me, and my blunt nails dug into his skin deeply enough I was sure they somehow left marks. My spine tingled, my cock ached, and my balls pulled up tightly against my body. I was close yet again, and this time there was no stopping me from tumbling over the edge.
“I’m about to come,” I groaned.
“Then come for me, baby,” he demanded and shifted his hips so he could peg that spot over and over again.
As my orgasm exploded through my body, hot bursts of cum coated my stomach and chest. I sank my teeth into his collarbone and bit down hard. Stellan grunted in surprise and his movements faltered a little, but he recovered quickly as he continued to pound into me. His heavy breathing, my muffled moans, and his balls slapping against my ass filled the room. As Stellan stiffened over me, an animalistic rumble tore from his throat and I felt his dick pulse inside me as he filled the condom with his own release.
He caressed my face and smoothed my sweaty hair off my forehead as he looked at me with concern. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I turned my head and placed my lips against the palm of his hand. “I’m perfect. You didn’t hurt me at all. That was…” I broke off with a sigh. “I can’t describe it.”
He didn’t say anything as he pressed his lips against my forehead before sliding out of me. Then, I watched as he climbed off the bed and walked toward the bathroom. It was only when he flipped on the light switch that I noticed his entire back, legs, and even his ass were covered in ink. I had never been into tattoos before, and had it been anyone else I probably wouldn’t have paid it any attention. But on Stellan? It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
He disappeared from my sight, and then I heard the water turn on. A few moments later he reappeared with a wash rag, and I held out my hand to take it from him.
“Let me,” he said softly before rubbing the cloth over me to clean off my skin.
“Thank you,” I murmured when he was finished.
“Of course.”
I wasn’t sure what to do next, and my eyes darted around the room awkwardly as if searching for inspiration.
“I should probably go,” I finally said stupidly, “and get out of your hair.”
“Or…”
“Or?” I asked as hope filled me.
He gave a half-shrug. “You could stay.”
“Do you want me to stay?”
“I don’t want you to leave, unless you really want to.”
I didn’t want to leave, either. “I’d like to say.”
I stood so Stellan could strip the soiled comforter from the bed, and then we crawled under the sheets. To an outsider, me staying the night was probably too soon. But as he pulled me into his arms, it felt just right. And when he pressed his lips against the back of my neck as I started to drift off, my eyes popped open as a thought hit me. I pulled away a bit so I could turn to face him and then met his questioning gaze.
“What was it that you used on me when I was blindfolded?”
Stellan closed his eyes as he laughed, then he unwrapped his arms from around me so he could reach down beside the bed. When I got a good look at the item he was holding up, my own hysterical laughter matched his.
“Thanks. I’m forever ruined, and I’ll never be able to look at that the same ever again.”
“Well, now every time he plays, you’ll be reminded of how it felt against your skin,” he murmured before running the brush drumstick along my arm.
Goosebumps popped up along my skin as Stellan tossed the drumstick onto the floor before claiming my mouth once more. Stellan was worried about hurting me, so we didn’t go for round two. But that was okay, it wasn’t needed, and I was perfectly content with a heavy make-out session before falling asleep in each other’s arms. This had been the most unbelievable night of my life. If not for the ache in my ass and muscles that I hadn’t used in so long, I’d fear this was a dream that I never wanted to wake up from.
23
Foster
Blinking my eyes open, it took a few minutes to get my bearings and remind myself why I wasn’t in my bedroom. The blank walls, king-sized