Page 43 of Risky Play

“You okay?”

My breath came out in ragged pants. “I’m nervous. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

His thumb slid across my clit, and I bucked against him.

“Ohhh,” I moaned while I met him in his slow thrusts.

“Do what feels good to you.”

“I don’t know!” I cried.

He cupped my face with his free hand. “Aw, sweet pea. Just ride my dick and enjoy it.”

“Maybe this was a bad idea. I don’t think I’m good at this.”

“Mads, relax. I want you to feel good.”

“Okay...”

“Kiss me,” he demanded.

I bent down to kiss him. His lips on mine relaxed me while he moved beneath me, sliding his cock in and out in shallow thrusts.

I moaned into his mouth and moved against him, getting into a rhythm as I felt myself squeeze around his cock. I pulled away from him and leaned back, riding him slowly as my orgasm climbed up inside me.

“That’s it, sweet pea, just like that,” he said, his voice thick with desire. It turned me on and made me want to do a good job. To be as good as the other women he’d had in his bed.

“Good?” I asked and leaned back further.

“Fuuuck yes.”

I moaned as pleasure coursed through me, and our bodies moved together in sync, like we were made for each other. My thighs were on fire, like I had been skating lines, but instead, I was gliding my pussy up and down Matt’s cock. And it felt so good. Even better than any of my toys or my hands.

He pressed his thumb against my clit again, playing with me while I rode him, and then I was off once more. My body tingled, and I cried out, not even thinking to muffle my screams while I came better than I ever had before.

I collapsed onto his chest, and he took over. He played my body like he knew every song to it until he growled out his release in a long, guttural grunt. It was a sexy sound that I wanted to hear in my ear again and again.

He pressed a small kiss to my temple and ran a hand through my sweaty sex-hair. I practically purred at his gentle touch.“You okay?” he whispered.

I peered up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “So good,” I slurred, as if drunk off the pleasure he drew out of me. Drunk off him.

He shifted me off his chest and got up to get rid of the condom.

Everyone talked about their first time being awful, but Matt made it good for me. It hurt a little, but once the pleasure took over, it was easy to ignore the pain. Practice was gonna suck tomorrow when I skated with sore thighs, but it was worth it. Matt had been gentle and let me set the pace; he even thought to add lube into the mix so it wouldn’t hurt as much. None of those hockey dudebros would have offered that.

It made me want to climb on top of him again. Or lay back and offer myself to him, letting him drive into me as hard as he wanted while I wrapped my legs around his powerful hips. I wanted him to bind my hands behind my back and press me into the bed while he fucked me from behind. But I couldn’t explore my desires with him, no matter how much the horny girl inside me wanted to. If my overprotective brother didn’t scare Matt so much, maybe I could have shown him my deepest wants over time. But this wasn’t the start of something real. It was just for tonight and never again. I steeled my heart to remind myself of that reality.

I slid out of my bed and put my clothes back on, then walked out into the hall bathroom to pee. When I walked back into my room, I shut the door behind me and found Matt lying in my bed with one arm behind his head, scrolling through his phone. It was late, so I figured he’d want to take off, but he was in my bed like he didn’t want to leave. My uncomfortable twin bed that was too small for him.

I slid in beside him, pressing against his side so we’d fit together in the small space. Dorm beds were not ideal unless you loved cuddling. He brought the comforter up over us and put his phone away.

He turned and nosed across my neck, making me giggle as his kisses tickled me. “We good?” he asked.

I stiffened against him.“Yes.”

“I—”

“Matt, it was just sex,” I lied to both of us. I wanted to enjoy being in his arms, and the lie would let me do that without thinking about the heartache that would come later.