Page 102 of Playing to Win
“I do love a woman who’s polite,” he says jokingly, pulling me into him, his cock sliding along my folds, teasing them. Between my lower lips. Back and forth, nice and slow, driving us both out of our minds. “Fuck, you feel good like this, Red.”
“So do you,” I whisper, rocking against him.
We keep this up like we’re unable to stop, the mattress creaking with our movements, both of us panting. He increases his pace, his cock slipping inside me, just the tip, and we both pause, the guttural groan coming from deep inside Ace’s chest sparking something primal inside me.
I want to hear him make that sound again. Now.
“Fuck me, you are so tight.” He inches inside, just a little bit more, and I whimper. “I need a condom.”
I go completely still, his cock barely inside me, my chest aching with the need to just push back and engulf him completely but…
“I don’t have any condoms,” I admit.
He’s quiet for a moment, like he’s struggling to find words. “I don’t either.”
My stomach sinks.
“Oh my God,” I whisper. “Are you serious?”
“I mean…yeah.” He pulls out a little.
Pushes back in a little.
I moan, enjoying the torture.
“You’re Ace fucking Townsend. Biggest player on campus,” I remind him.
“Don’t remind me,” he mutters. “I haven’t fucked anyone in ages.”
“Define ages.”
“Since you came back into my life.”
“Wait…what?” I’m shocked.
Is he for real?
“I’m serious.” He runs his hands up and down my sides, making me shiver. I can’t get enough of him touching me. “I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom before.”
Is he just saying that?
No. I get the sense that Ace respects me. Actually likes me. We get along. Conversation is always flowing and I want to know more about him. I think he wants to know more about me too. I like this man. He wouldn’t lie just to have sex with me. If that was the case, he would’ve tried something a long time ago, I probably would’ve fallen for it and we’d already be done-zo.
“Really?” I ask.
“Really,” he says firmly.
I went on birth control my senior year in high school and I’ve never stopped taking it. Should I tell him that? It’s not foolproof and I don’t know his sexual history so I’m the type who likes to double up on safety. I don’t like putting my health at risk and babies?
Yeah, no. Not for at least ten years.
“Me neither,” I admit softly. “And…I’m on birth control.”
He rocks his hips, sliding in deeper, the bastard. Trying to remind me of how good it feels like this. “I’ll pull out of you before I come if you want.”
“Come all over my tits again?” I ask teasingly.
His hips buck against me. “Damn, woman, don’t say those words. Conjures up all sorts of images in my brain.”
