Page 44 of Their Cruel Play
When I wake up to soft curves pressed against me, I don’t resist my urge to touch Harper. When she used to stay over at my house, I would watch her sleep. It fascinated me how her features softened and she curled toward me.
At the time, it didn’t mean anything. She was my best friend. We were just kids hanging out. Now, she’s mine and in this moment, there’s no disappointment between us. No hurt that I chose them over her.
Just her softened features and the t-shirt pulled up around her waist leaving her bare. I lean up on my elbow. There’s barely any light in the room, just enough to show me vague shadows beyond Eli. But from the sounds of their breathing, everyone else is asleep.
She used to sleep deep. There were nights thunderstorms would wake me, but not her. She’d sleep through it, and in the morning, not even realize it had stormed.
What will wake her up? How far can I get before she wakes?
I tease a finger along her thigh, watching her face. I glide my finger over her soft skin, up and over her stomach. When I reach her shirt, I push it up with my hand, revealing her breasts.
She’s got amazing tits. I could spend all day worshipping them.
When I circle her nipple with my fingertip, it hardens into a point beneath my touch. Her hips shift. Leaning over her, I watch her face as I lick her nipple. Her lips part on a sigh. Smiling, I lower my mouth over her nipple and suck gently.
She lets out a little breath. Sliding my hand back down her stomach while I suck on her nipple, I slip it between her legs, dipping into her entrance to gather some wetness before gliding my fingertip over her clit. As I work her nipple and clit, her breathing quickens. I ease my fingers into her wet cunt.
So fucking wet and warm and tight. I almost groan as my cock twitches.
Her fingers thread into my hair, holding me to her breast as her knees fall open. I fuck her slowly with my fingers and suck her breast deeper into my mouth, flicking her nipple with my tongue.
Her breath rushes out of her. In this moment, she’s all mine. I need more moments alone with her. She moans slightly, and I lift off her breast to meet her darkened brown eyes.
“Nico,” she breathes.
When I move up over her, she pushes my boxers down. As soon as my cock is free, I surge inside her, desperate to claim her as mine. She draws my face down to hers, and I claim her mouth while I claim her body.
Her hips match mine, thrust for thrust. I’m sure we’re shaking the bed, but I’m not thinking about the others at this moment. I’m caught up in her. The way she feels wrapped around me as I thrust my cock deep inside her. The little hitches in her breath as she gets closer to her release.
The way her tongue glides against mine. This is what I want. My girl fully aware of who’s fucking this divine body. Knowing it’s me inside her cunt. Me driving her wild.
She arches against me as her mouth opens in a silent scream. Her cunt tightens around me like a fist, holding me inside her so fucking deep. I bury my head in her shoulder as my release shudders through me. I hold her to me, craving her warmth and so much more.
Her pussy convulses around my cock as it jerks and spills deep inside her. Her breasts heave against my bare chest. Her fingers clutch my hair, holding me tight against her with her knees clenched around my hips.
This isn’t an issue between us. The fire, the heat, the passion. It’s all here. But it no longer feels like I’m hers. I couldn’t stop it from happening, but maybe now that the guys are all in on us being us, it will be easier to convince her I’ve always been hers.
“Nico?”
We’re still pressed tight together as we both come down.
“Sunshine?” I push to hover over her, still buried deep inside her where I belong.
She searches my eyes. Her smile is soft as she tightens her hand in my hair. “I enjoy being woken like this.”
“Yeah?” I smirk, thrusting my still hard cock inside her and feeling her cunt tighten around me in an aftershock. “You cool if we wake you up like this?”
She nods and trails her fingers down to the tips of my hair.
I roll to the side, pull my boxers up, and draw her against my body. Fuck, it’s not even light out yet. She sighs as her head rests on my chest.
“You want to talk about what happened during the game?” I stroke my fingers down her back. I should have stripped off the t-shirt. It’s dropped to cover her breasts again.
She shakes her head against my shoulder. A pit falls in my stomach. She talked to Caden about it, but maybe not everything.
Me and her, we shared everything as kids. We showed each other our weird poops. Shared our nightmares and fears. Our dreams and hopes.
We talked about her father. The way her mom would cry sometimes at night when we were supposed to be asleep. How my parents didn’t argue but walked around in silence toward each other for days.
