Page 10 of Their Cruel Play
“So while I’ll happily fuck you or do whatever you want to do now, I can wait. We aren’t going anywhere.” His blue eyes search mine to see if I’m getting his point.
My mouth opens and closes. I don’t know what to say to that. It did feel like we were trying to cram in as much fucking as possible and that the others thought this might be their only opportunity.
Jack dips his head down next to mine. His warm breath against my neck sends little thrills through me. “Whatever you want. I’m here for it.”
When he raises his head, he pauses a few inches from my face. It’s my turn to search his eyes for the deception, but his blue eyes are earnest. I don’t know if this is a game or not. If this is something he does to get girls to give in. If so, he’s a fucking genius.
“Are you playing me right now?” My hand reaches out and grabs a handful of the jersey he wears that matches mine except the colors are reversed.
He grins playfully. “No, Harper. I’m not playing you. If you want to go, let’s go.” He starts to back away, and something snaps in me.
I press up on my toes and catch his lips with mine, tugging on his shirt to hold him to me. When I slide my tongue along his bottom lip, he parts his lips. Fuck, yeah. I sway into him, and he sweeps me into his arms.
We kiss for what seems like forever. Until my breath heaves in and out of my lungs and I’m rubbing against him like a cat in heat.
“We don’t have to?—”
“Shut up, Famine.” I suck on his bottom lip. “And make me yours.”
His eyes darken, and his fingers work at my jeans, while mine work on his. We end up getting in each other’s way, and I laugh at how ridiculous this is.
“How about I’ll get mine, and you get yours?” He kisses my forehead.
“That sounds like a plan.” I make quick work of kicking off my shoes and stripping off my jeans and panties. We finish at the same time, and he grabs my hips and lifts me onto the mats.
“Won’t we get in trouble for missing class?” I can’t help asking as he kisses down my throat and steps between my legs.
“Not today.” He grins as his fingers trail up my thighs, creating sparks in his wake. “How sore are you, sweetheart?”
His fingers are magic between my thighs as he caresses me before sliding them inside.
“Not sore at all.” I’m actually surprised. When he thrusts his fingers in and out, working me into a frenzy of need, I reach for his cock and stroke my hand down over his hot flesh. Our eyes lock and hold. “We could just come like this.”
“We could.” He presses his lips against mine. “Is that what you want?”
“No, Jack.” I grab his wrist and draw his hand away from my pussy before guiding his tip to my entrance.
His blue eyes are like gemstones as they meet mine. His hands grab my knees and spread me wide as his cock sinks into my pussy. I release my breath as he buries himself deep inside me. Fuck, that feels good.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good wrapped around my cock.” He grins and kisses me, stroking slowly in and out. Our mouths explore one another’s while he holds me open and fucks me, pushing me higher and higher.
He changes his angle just a little, and suddenly he’s hitting a spot that makes me moan with every rub. He slides his hands to my hips. I wrap my arms and legs around him. His forehead touches mine and we pant together.
“I’m so close,” I whisper. The edge is right there. I’m about to tip over it.
“What do you need?” He searches my eyes. “Do you want me to stroke your clit? Keep doing what I’m doing? Adjust a little?”
I thread my fingers into his hair. “Keep doing... what you’re... doing.”
“Whatever you need.”
It swells inside me until the dam bursts. I stifle my moan as my pussy clenches around him, and he keeps thrusting through my release. His thrusts grow chaotic as he groans and buries himself deep inside, filling me with his cum.
I cling to him as tremors race through me. “Oh, fuck.”
Jack laughs and pulls my ponytail back before reclaiming my mouth. A little aftershock goes through my pussy, tightening around his cock.
When we break away from each other, I smile.
