Page 29 of Play With Me

“I watched you watch that video, and call it a woman’s intuition, I just felt it in your chest. Your heartbeat, maybe.” She hummed. “And then you fucked me differently tonight. Like I was someone you love and you missed me, and we both know that’s not us.”

“That sounds horrible, Nat,” I grumbled, putting my arm over my eyes.

“I thought it was really sweet. That was arguably the most disgusting costume a woman could wear, and you still wanted her. Probably more than before, if I had to guess. You’re obviously certifiable, but very sweet.”

I turned onto my side to face her and pushed her hair out of her face.

“Would it bother you if it was?” I looked into her pretty blue eyes, honestly wanting to know. I didn’t love Nathalie, but I didn’t want to hurt her either. And I didn’t think she had feelings for me, but I owed it to her to check.

“Not at all,” she said gently. “But I know how women are, and I don’t want you to miss your shot with her because we’re screwing around.”

“I don’t have a shot with her. At least not the kind of shot I’ll take. Has might be able to love someone who can’t or won’t love him back the same way, but I just need to move on.”

“I imagine Hasan has a lot of experience with it, actually,” she mumbled under her breath.

“We can stop whenever you want. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or feel used.”

“We agreed to use each other, Will.” She pushed me onto my back and softly kissed my lips. “If you need an outlet for those heavy feelings you’re carrying, I’ll be your huckleberry.”

I skimmed my hand down her back and flipped over on top of her. “Yeah?” I asked, brushing my lips along her neck and shoulder. Trailing kisses down her chest. She had great tits.

“Yes,” she gasped as I sucked her nipple into my mouth.

I massaged it with my tongue and used my hand to plump up her other breast before I switched. I squeezed both of them a little and slid my hands down her ribs to the small of her waist. I kissed her stomach and nipped gently at the soft skin on her belly while I moved my hands down to her ass to squeeze and spread her cheeks. Nathalie ran her fingers through my hair on top, where it was longer, and canted her hips toward my mouth.

“Can I make you feel good?” I asked.

“Please,” she whispered.

I put her legs over my shoulders and flattened my tongue against her pussy, licking from her ass to her clit.

With Nathalie’s blessing, I closed my eyes and let my mind go elsewhere. This was the kind of arrangement Lou imagined in her future—connection without possession, comfort without promises—and it didn’t feel wrong. It just didn’t feel like enough for me. Still, Nathalie gave me what she could, and I thanked her the only way she wanted me to.

Once she fell asleep, I got up to leave, buttoning my ruffled blouse and slipping on the iconic purple overcoat. Ambiguity was fun for a night. Fun for a costume. But I wasn’t that kind of prince.

14

Definitely Not Okay

The Bronx, NY

Louisa

I surrounded myself with pillows and adjusted the comforter over my legs. I was snuggled up on the bed in my apartment, laptop on my lap, watching Teen Mom like the drama whore I was. Hasan said he would be right back, but I thought that was a whole episode ago. I checked the time on my screen. Where was he?

A few minutes later, I heard the distant but distinct sound of a door closing and low voices. I paused in the middle of Amber’s ugly-crying and didn’t hear anything. I was about to hit play when there it was again, unmistakable now: moaning and the soft, messy sound of lips on skin. The clink of a belt loosening sent a little burst of excitement from my belly button to my clit.

I started sifting through and closing my tabs. Did I leave a porn site up? Doubtful. I’d been riffing off of my hallway dream for weeks.

A pop-up ad? I wouldn’t put it past youporn.com, but I cleared my cookies after every sesh like a pro. Wham, bam. Thank you, ma’am. Delete your account.

Then I heard it: a deep voice with a slight Boston accent groaned, “Fuck, Nathalie.”

My back went rigid. Oh shit. This was… Definitely not okay? I navigated to the FaceTime call that we left running when Hasan stepped away to settle a fight.

Will’s naked back was angled toward the camera, soft moon rays creating a high-contrast map of muscle and shadow. His jeans and boxers were yanked down to mid-thigh, just past where his tattoo began. I listened to the muffled sound of Nathalie gagging around his cock, and he tipped his head back in pleasure.

I briefly wondered if watching them was wrong before deciding I wasn’t quite ready to be right. Slender fingers snaked around Will’s thick thighs, and she pressed her nails into the muscle on his ass to pull him deeper into her mouth. A low rumble sounded from his chest. Um, okay, Nathalie, you fucking goddess.