Page 101 of Play With Me

She looked at me like I was crazy.

“Let me do this for you, Louisa. Humor me. If it feels gross at any point we stop, okay?”

“What’s our safe word?” she asked.

“Bread,” I offered.

She snorted. “That could legitimately come up during sex, you don’t know what I like, Will.”

“Sourdough,” I chuckled.

“I’m getting hot already.”

“That’s what I⁠—‘’

“No, Will, I have way too many layers on. I’m cooking right now.” Her face was kind of red. She started giggling in that way that meant she was just going to randomly start laughing again all night. It was one of my favorite things, but I wanted her to do it when I could see her ass jiggle.

“Iz, if you get naked in 10 seconds or less, I’ll do the thing.”

Her eyes widened, and she immediately popped her head and arms into her sweater, shimmying all of the top layers off at once. She hopped around pulling multiple pairs of leggings off where they were stuck around her ankles. I watched her tits bounce in that delicate blue bra, gripping my dick through my pants. I adjusted the camera angle so she could see how much I wanted her.

Then she was 100% gloriously naked, arms up in victory.

“Rules are rules, Will. What music do you want?”

If I was going to make Lou feel comfortable enough to come for me on camera, embarrassing myself was the best way to do it. This was the currency she traded in. For real though, I loved to dance.

I queued it up and when that low-frequency synth pitched deep and Ginuwine’s Pony started playing out of my bluetooth speakers, her face broke out in a devilish smile. I set the phone camera up where she could see the linoleum floor of the barracks, took off my shirt, and adjusted my standard issue sweatpants.

Louisa

Will’s back was to me when he pulled his t-shirt over his head, moving his hips to the music, warming up. He adjusted the band of his sweatpants low as he turned so I could see the curve of the top of his ass in profile. I’d danced with Will at Wilderness, but I’d never seen him dance on his own. We hadn’t danced at all at the ball, so I assumed it wasn’t his thing. More than the way he moved, the fact that he was doing it for me was just about the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced.

Hasan and I had gone to see Magic Mike in theaters over the summer, and he’d fanned his face when he told me Will could body roll like the strippers in the movie. Has swore this white boy could get it.

I’d never forgive them for having drunk dance parties without me, but when Will rolled against the ground, popping his ass like Channing Tatum, I could not be chill.

“What the fuck, Hawkeye?” I shrieked. “You’ve been holding out on me!” I’d never wanted to be a floor so much in my life. His shoulders shook with laughter as he sat back on his heels and reached for the speakers to turn the music off. I was practically panting. “Wait, I need you to put your phone underneath you and do it again so I can imagine you dancing like that on my face.”

The combination of his confidence when he moved and the shy smile at my reaction flowed through me like a full body high.

I was naked and he was irresistible—and gone, but not really. This was still happening. We were still happening.

Our eyes met when he grabbed his phone, and he ran his fingers through the hair on the top of his head, rubbing the back where it was shorter than when he left yesterday. A crooked smile took over his lips and his eyes darkened.

“Lie back where I can see you, Louisa.”

I ran through the terminal at McCarran International Airport with my backpack bumping the back of my head, but I felt like I was soaring. It had only been a few days since I’d seen Will, but I was so psyched I was moving like it’d been months. Plus, Jaimie did my hair for me before I left and I was excited to surprise Will.

I saw his beautiful, smiling face on the other side of the security line and my heart jumped at the same time my body did. If he was smaller, we would have both gone down when I tackled him, but instead he caught me with a strong arm banded around my waist and his big hand on my thigh. I clung to him for a second, the two of us just grinning at each other, before he grabbed the back of my head and kissed the hell out of me. I wanted to unzip him and crawl inside so we could be one person.

“I could eat you right now,” I told him.

“I love everything about this.” He tucked my lavender hair behind my ear. Giant smile, dimple winking at me like I did good. “I want to bury myself in your pussy and not come up for air until it’s dark out.”

Sir! Please.

“That sounds great guys, do I need to get a different car?” Has said as he walked up behind me with his fancy rolly bag and travel loafers.