Page 42 of Playing the Field

Chapter Ten

Graham

It takes every ounce of my self-control not to throw her onto my bed and fuck her into my mattress. My muscles are vibrating with tension as I keep myself in check, my cock throbbing painfully against the confines of my boxer briefs. I thought being so close to her in the elevator and trying not to touch her was torture, but watching her tongue absently lick the droplets of beer from the rim of her bottle almost had me on my knees.

My arms flex around her as I place first one knee and then the other on the mattress, my lips never leaving her intoxicating lips as I lay her back. The muscles in my biceps burn as I hold myself above her, a hand on either side of her head.

Her lips quirk up into a devious smirk as she blinks up at me. “I missed you,” she whispers into the charged air between us.

The words crash through me, feeding the dark part of me that has been waiting for her, like a flower waiting for the first kiss of spring. I shouldn’t be as excited as I am to have her in my arms again, but my obsession has gone too far to stop this now.

My lips trail a path across her jawline and then down her neck as my fingers hoist the hoodie over her head, revealing a tight blue sports bra. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for what feels like years,” I murmur into her ear, licking the tiny droplets of sweat beading on her heated skin. I lean back on my heels, towering over her, and pull my shirt over my head.

Ana’s eyes immediately drop to the dark ink covering my left arm. “That’s new.” I turn my arm slightly so she can see it better. My forearm is covered with a wrap-around tattoo of a geographic map of South Africa, with Cape Town being the focal point, along with the recognizable Table Mountain range forever embedded in my skin.

My hands find the zipper at the front of her bra, pulling it down the track slowly. I smirk at how her body squirms under my touch. “I had it done a few weeks after I got home,” I respond absently, my attention focused on her hard nipples and the gasp she makes every time I drag my thumbs across them.

“It’s… Nice,” she pants out, trying to regain her composure.

I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, my cock throbbing heavily as her eyes roll back and she moans softly. “I’ve missed that sound,” I tell her, switching to the other nipple and repeating the tender torture. My eyes trail down her exposed torso and my index fingers hook into the waistband of her sweatpants and panties. “Did you think wearing these would keep me from thinking about the curves hidden beneath them?”

To my surprise, she nods weakly as she wiggles out of them. “That was the plan,” she mutters and smirks slightly. “I think it backfired.”

“You think?” I retort and spread her knees apart, settling my weight between her thighs. Burning desire erupts under my skin as I watch her hips undulate, searching for relief. I smirk and grip her thick thighs, holding them in place. “What’s the matter, Doc? Is that cunt feeling empty without my fingers?”

Her hips jerk roughly against my hold and I can’t tear my eyes away from her breasts as they heave with every pant. Her eyes meet mine in the dim light and the fire I find is enough to end me. “Please,” she begs softly.

My eyes close as my body tightens, fighting the urge to come before I’ve even properly touched her. I’m so worked up and the sexual tension between us is so strong that it’s practically a driving force between us, and I’m powerless against it.

I lean forward and drag my tongue through her folds, gathering her arousal on my tongue. My memory of her taste doesn’t do her justice. I lash out again, stroking her clit with the tip of my tongue in slow circles. Her taste is enough to drive any sane man crazy. It’s sweet against my tastebuds.

Addicting.

“Fuck, Ana,” I croon against her pussy, taking another slow lick before sucking her clit into my mouth. Her strangled cry of pleasure has my cock pulsing, straining against the fabric of my pants. I can feel the wet spot from my precum. “Are you going to come on my tongue so I can fuck you properly?”

She nods eagerly, eyes still closed and hips still twisting against my upturned lips. I suck her clit back into my mouth, scraping my teeth across the sensitive flesh as I slip two fingers into her tight cunt. I pause just inside, curving my fingers and rubbing the spot just to the right. Ana bucks her hips against my face, throwing her arm over her face as she screams her release.

I pull my fingers out and quickly strip out of my clothes. My glistening fingers press against her parted lips, smearing her release. “Open up, Baby, you made a mess of my fingers and need to clean them up.”

Ana’s eyes open, half-lidded and sultry, and she takes my middle finger into her mouth first, her tongue slowly curling around before pulling the other digit in. Her eyes never leave mine as she sucks my fingers clean.

Holy fucking hell.

It takes everything for me not to bust right there. I’m already so hard that it’s painful.

The heat of her gaze scorches through me as I pull my hand away from her, positioning myself between her thighs. “That’s a good girl,” I croon and grin as she shivers, wrapping her legs around my waist. The movement has her slick core rubbing against the tip of my aching cock. “That cunt is dripping, Doc. Is this for me?”

I push into her slowly, savoring the tight squeeze of her walls against me as I force myself deeper. Watching her closely, I notice just how relaxed her face is. “You’re beyond words, aren’t you, Baby?” She only nods in response, making me that much harder. My back arches slightly and my muscles tense as I fight the urge to empty myself inside her.

Not yet.

She tosses her forearm across her mouth, biting down into her flesh as she cries out. Her hips writhe against me, pulling me closer to the end I’m not ready for yet.

My fingers dig into her hips, stilling her. “Wait. Be still,” I grit out through clenched teeth. If she keeps moving I’m going to lose it, and I’m not ready for this to end just yet.

A mewling whine leaves her lips, sending another wave of desire rippling through me. My hands flex, fingers digging into her soft flesh as I start up a slow, steady rhythm. Her legs fall limply from my waist as her body relaxes into the pleasure building between us. Every nerve ending in my body feels like it’s electrified as my lips descend onto her nipples.

Ana lets out another keening wail as I bite down on the sensitive bud, her inner walls rippling around me. “Graham!” she calls out, her back arching as another orgasm begins to build.