Page 82 of Power Play

He wastes no time in whipping off his belt, the whistle of the leather through the loops sending a shiver down my spine. Shoving his pants and underwear down his thick thighs, he steps out of his clothes and stalks toward me, climbing onto the bed and settling beside me.

For a beat, we stare at each other, greedily drinking each other in. His cock bobs against his sculpted, hairy abs, twitching the longer I look at him. I can’t decide where I want to start first.

Realization hits me that this might be our first time, but it won’t be our only time. Not when we have forever together. We’ll get to do this again, and again, and again, and I can’t fucking wait.

He stretches out, lying on his side, and draws one of my legs over his hips, opening me up. There’s a good foot of space between us, but it feels like a mile.

I trail my fingers over his pec, down the center of his chest, and over his abs. His body hair scratches my fingertips, the coarse hair tickling. I don’t hate it, though. It’s sexy as hell. He is one hundred percent confident in who he is and what he looks like, and that is the sexiest thing about him. More than his face or his dick.

Although… I quite like his face. And I love his dick.

I continue my journey and wrap my hand around his cock, thick and hard, his length throbbing in my grip. Sticky precum gathers at his slit, and I run my thumb over it, spreading the viscous fluid over him.

Al groans, his fingers flexing into my hip before he moves to my ass, kneading the flesh. His mouth seals over mine, kissing the breath out of me. It takes everything in me to remember to stroke him, so overwhelmed by all the sensations coursing through me.

I never thought a kiss could be like this: so right, so perfect. Soul-consuming. His tongue strokes into my mouth, tangling with mine, and I allow myself to sink into this, into him. Giving myself permission to live in the moment instead of hyperanalyzing every fucking second of this.

His fingers tiptoe over the curve of my hip and down to my mound, then lower to my clit. Sparks of pleasure burst through me as his thumb brushes against me, and I shudder, letting out a soft moan in the back of my throat. The touch is too light, too brief. I want more. I need more.

Rolling onto my back, I pull him with me. He nudges my hand away from his cock and then brings his fingers between my legs. His fingertips dip low, gathering the wetness at my core, before brushing over my clit again.

“What do you like?” He trails kisses down my neck, over my chest. The soft hair of his beard abrades me, leaving my skin pink and tingly in his wake.

Self-consciousness threatens to take over, but I shove it aside and take his hand, directing him exactly where I want him, with the exact right amount of pressure. He takes over, his fingers drawing quick, hard circles over my sensitive skin.

With his mouth on me, his fingers stroking me, pleasure floods through my system. My body feels disconnected from my brain as the sensations overtake me, and I fall.

I fall and I fall and I fall. But he catches me. Just like he promised.

As I come down, he continues to kiss my neck, nibbling at a spot beneath my jaw that makes me gasp. I shake my head a few times, trying to concentrate. We need to have this conversation before I throw all caution to the wind and do something we’ll both regret in the cold light of day.

“We should talk,” I say, shoving his hand away from between my legs.

His eyes widen. “Now?” His voice is rough and gravelly, but there’s no denying the hurt there.

Fuck, I’m doing this wrong. The bed jostles as I sit up, folding my legs, and he props himself up on his elbow. His gaze is heavy on me, the weight of his stare sending warmth flooding between my legs again. Almost against my will, my hand finds his chest, and I lay my palm over his pounding heart. The rapid-fire beats soothe me.

Blowing out a breath, I level with him. “I don’t usually come from penetration. It doesn’t do it for me.”

He hums, thoughtful. “Okay, then.”

That’s it? That’s all he has to say?

“I know it’s an ego thing for some guys, to try to make it happen, but it probably won’t for me. You can still fuck me. It means I won’t⁠—”

His palm lands over my mouth, silencing me. I should hate it, him taking my voice away, but the serious look in his eyes settles something deep within me.

“Do you trust me?” he murmurs.

I nod. Absolutely. With every fiber of my being.

Removing his hand, he kisses me again, quick and hard. “Be right back.”

Blinking, all I can do is watch as he pulls away. He gets out of bed, buck naked, and leaves the room. What the hell?

But then I hear him rummaging around next door. Why is he in my room? What is he doing in there?

I have my answer a few moments later when he returns, holding my hot-pink vibrator in his hand. My face heats, a flush spreading over my cheeks and down my chest.