Play With Me - Brittany Cournoyer Page 0,84

was symbolic in a way.

As he stripped down, first by lifting his shirt over his head, then working his pants off, I made a slow circle around him. Taking in the full three-sixty view, from his tattooed back, to his sides, before stopping at the front, made my mouth water. And when my eyes finally dropped to that cock I would finally get to taste, I had to hold back from tackling him to the floor. I had a plan, and I needed to stick to it, since it was all I could think about. And I needed to take my time and savor this moment. Not rush it, like every urge inside me was begging to do.

“Beautiful,” I murmured as I raked my eyes slowly over his body. I came to a pause on his right side. “So fucking beautiful.” My voice was low and raspy, and as I uttered the last word, I gently pressed my lips against his skin.

I’d dreamed of kissing his tattoos. Every single one of them. And since he had so many, I knew this would take lots of time and lots of kisses.

“Foster,” Stellan groaned when I nipped at the head of the dragon that wrapped around his bicep.

“What?” was my muffled response as I worked my lips down his arm.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m enjoying myself.”

“You’re driving me crazy,” he said with a gasp as I ran my tongue along the spine of the dragon.

“Mmm,” I hummed. “I’m glad. Don’t move,” I instructed as I continued on my path, “and no touching.”

“No touching what?”

“Me. Or yourself.”

“You’re killing me, Foster.”

I laughed softly. “Not even close. I’m loving you.”

It could’ve been minutes, or even hours; I wasn’t keeping track of time as I forced Stellan to stand there while I kissed and licked over his skin. His muscles would quiver as they flexed under my mouth, and heat sizzled through my veins in satisfaction over generating such responses from him.

With every press of my lips or lick of my tongue, he’d gasp or moan at the touch, and when I finally came to a pause directly in front of him, his cheeks were flushed and his pupils blown. Stellan’s lips were swollen, and I could only guess he’d bitten down on them to stop himself from reaching out for me. Sweat was beading at his temples, and one droplet had broken away to streak down his face. Raising up on my tiptoes, I ran my tongue along his cheek, lapping up the fluid. The burst of salt on my tongue had me moaning as I wondered once again how his cum would taste.

“Foster, will you kiss me?” I opened my mouth to respond with a reminder that I was the one in control this time, but then he spoke again. “Please?”

The mixture of need and pleading in his voice had my resolve crumbling, and I couldn’t resist plunging my fingers into his hair to grip the stands tightly as I pulled his head down to mine. Our lips crashed together in a heated frenzy of teeth and tongue. Stellan’s rock-hard cock pressed against my stomach, and his precum soaked through my shirt. I groaned into his mouth as his hands gripped my ass, pulling me closer against him. I rubbed my clothing-clad body against his bare one as he sucked on my tongue, and when his large hands started to knead the globes of my ass cheeks, I nearly screamed for him to bend me over and take me.

“Couch,” I demanded breathlessly after reluctantly wrenching my mouth away.

“But—” he started to protest.

“Couch,” I told him again as I stepped away, “now.”

“I love how bossy you get during sex,” he mused before stepping around me to walk toward the couch. “It’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.”

“Wait until you see your dick in my mouth. You might change your mind.”

I should’ve been embarrassed over saying something so blunt and brazen, but I wasn’t. Stellan awakened something inside me I’d held back for years, and through his guidance and patience, I had been able to explore that part of myself. Granted it was a part I reserved only for him, but I loved letting it out to play as much as possible.

“Prove it, then.”

My smile was flirty as I stood in the middle of his living room. Rather than take him up on his challenge, I stripped down, instead. His eyes burned and his nostrils flared as I revealed my body to him, and when