Page 40 of Play Me

CHAPTER

TWENTY-FOUR

Gray

Who knew I had this much self-restraint?

I glance down at the quilt that I spread out earlier. It’s not terribly soft, but it will keep dirt and debris from scratching her skin. And, right now, that’ll have to be good enough.

“Lie down,” I say, hopping off the tailgate.

“Where are you going?”

I look up at her and grin. The moonlight catches the moisture coating her legs. Her tits are perfectly shaped in subtle teardrops, and her mouth puckers like she wants my cock in it.

What more can a man ask for?

“Lie. The fuck. Down.”

She rolls her eyes but eases herself onto the quilt. As soon as she’s settled, I grab her ankles and jerk her to the edge of the tailgate. The material acts like a sled, delivering her to me like a gift I’m about to devour.

My cock strains against my pants. It’s so hard it hurts . The ache in my balls radiates to my abs and groin, begging for relief.

But before I can get to that, I have to satisfy her. I may never get this chance again.

“Oh God,” she gasps as she realizes my intentions.

I spread her legs, laying her pussy out for me to take in whatever way I want it.

Her flesh is pink and absolutely drenched with her need for me.

It’s more than I could’ve imagined. I could never, in my wildest, most feverish dreams, have envisioned that I would have Miss Manners naked and splayed out in the back of my truck. Fuck me.

My hands slide beneath her ass, tilting her pelvis toward my mouth.

“Gray …”

I blow across her swollen bud, and she squirms in my hands.

“Your scent makes me crazy,” I say, breathing in the sweet smell of sex. “I bet you taste amazing, too.”

“Gray, please— oh !”

Her knees fall to the sides as I drag my tongue through her pulsing slit. She quivers, shaking around my mouth as if she’s ready to explode. Her hands dig into the quilt and ball it into her fists as she groans her pleasure into the air.

“Do you feel that?” I ask, flattening my tongue against her clit, thereby stealing her ability to speak. I chuckle as she squirms, giving the bud another flick. “Oh, I’m definitely using this in the future to shut you up.”

She moans, louder this time, as she flexes her hips against my face. I smile into her pussy, learning the rhythm of her body.

Her reaction to me—hungry and reckless—has my cock screaming in protest.

I bury my face into her pussy, fucking her with my tongue.

Kissing her with my lips. Nipping her with my teeth.

Her taste is an aphrodisiac. I want— I need more.

I add a finger, slipping it through her folds, and groan as she grips it tightly.

I curl my finger, stroking her G-spot as she starts grinding against my hand.

“ Gray !”

Her legs begin to shake, a telltale sign that she’s about to come, so I give her clit a final kiss and then blow on it as I pull away slowly.

She struggles to prop herself up on her elbows. Her eyes are wild as she peers down at me. “Why did you stop?”

“Because you were about to come.”

“Precisely.”

I grin. “Maybe I’m greedy, but the first time you come tonight, I want it to be on my cock.”

Her eyes are hooded. “Yes, please.”

Over her protests, I go back to the side of my truck. I make quick work of shedding my clothes, wiping my face off on my shirt, and digging a condom out of my middle console. By the time I return to Astrid, she’s sitting on the tailgate, miffed.

“I didn’t even get to watch you undress,” she says, pouting. “What kind of bullshit is this?”

I laugh at her adorableness. “I promise you can watch me undress later, okay? But right now, I want to bury myself inside your pretty little cunt.”

“ Oh .”

She lets me lift her off the tailgate and then wraps her legs around my waist. Her chest is plastered against mine, and the heat of her pussy is hot against my stomach.

Her pillowy-soft lips find mine as her hands drag through my hair. She tugs my head back, sucking my tongue into her mouth—lighting the match to my gasoline-soaked fuse. Her nails dig into my scalp. I can feel her wetness sliding against my stomach, sides, and the top of my overly sensitive cock.

I have half a notion to put her in the truck and give her some privacy as I rail her, but something tells me she’s enjoying the freedom of the great outdoors. I don’t give a shit. I just want to be inside her.

“You get a choice,” I say, as she pulls my lip between her teeth.

“What?”

“Would you be more comfortable inside the truck, or do you want to be fucked out here?”

She pulls back, her eyes glistening. Her grin is mischievous. “Out here. Definitely out here .”

“Oh,” I say, teasing her. “Okay. I have an exhibitionist on my hands?”

“I don’t think that’s the only thing on your hands right now.” She snorts. “Bad joke.”

“Yeah, not one of your best.” I set her on the tailgate again. “Give me a second.”

She groans. “For what?”

I dangle the condom in the air.

To my surprise, she hops off the back of the truck. Her tits bounce as she lands, and the sight of that makes my cock harden even more. She drops to her knees on the ground.

“What the hell are you doing?” I ask. “Get up.”

She palms my cock, earning a groan from me. A bead of precum glistens on the head, and she swipes it off with the tip of her tongue. I watch, fighting a full-body shiver, as she spreads the liquid along her bottom lip before sucking it off.

Fuck .

Who would’ve thought she’d be on her knees, asking me to let her suck my dick? My cum was just on her tongue. I had no clue the queen of the clipboard could also be a sexy-as-fuck vixen.

“Have it your way,” I say, holding the sides of her head in my hands. I position her directly over my shaft. “Put me in your mouth.”

Her eyes blaze as she watches me watch her slide her mouth over my cock.

I can’t combat the shiver this time. It starts at the back of my neck and winds down my spine, sending a flurry of goose bumps over my skin. It’s too hot, too wet, too tight. She’s too fucking gorgeous.

Now I’m the one at her mercy.

She flattens her tongue and runs it along my dick, up and down in a wonderfully slow, torturous tempo. Her small hand grips me perfectly, pumping my cock as she watches me through those thick lashes. I’ll come to the picture of this for the rest of my fucking life.

Her spit drips down my shaft and over my balls. The sound of her slurping on my cock and the occasional moan are the hottest things I’ve ever heard. Sexy. Intimate.

I clench my jaw, holding her skull tighter. Each stroke feels better. Each lick, flick, and suck is a step toward the ultimate payoff.

Moving her head with my hands, I pump myself deeper into her mouth.

“There you go,” I groan, flexing my hips. “You’re making me feel so good.”

She jacks me off tighter with her fist covered in saliva.

“Your mouth was made for this cock,” I say. “You’re doing such a good job.”

My eyes squeeze shut, tears forming in the corners for the intensity of the sensation. I’m ready to come. I’m so fucking close . My balls swell, threatening to spew my load down Astrid’s throat. As if she senses it, she braces herself and takes all of me she can manage.

No . The word barrels through my head, and I force myself to pull away. She fights me, sucking harder in refusal to let me go. It feels so fucking amazing that I almost give in.

Almost.

I whoosh a breath, nearly doubling over. She falls back, catching herself with her hand, and smiles up at me.

“You just about fucked up,” I say, chuckling.

“I was trying to.” She giggles. “I wanted to feel you blow it in my mouth.”

My blood runs hot. “Keep talking like that, and you might get your wish.”

I rip open the condom and roll it down my length, then I grab the quilt and throw it on the ground. Quickly, I double it to give it a bit of extra padding.

“Hands and knees,” I say, motioning to the ground. “I don’t think either of us can last much longer.”

“We are finally on the same page.”

“Glad to hear it.”

She gets on all fours with her round ass stuck up in the air. It’s perfectly peach-shaped, and I wish I had more restraint tonight because I’d love to eat her out with her bent over like this. But that’ll have to wait until another night.

Please, let there be another night of this. This will never be enough.

“Let’s go,” she says, looking at me over her shoulder.

I kneel behind her and line myself up with her opening. She pushes back against me, shimmying her pussy on the head of my cock. I grin, cracking my palm against the curve of her ass at the same time as I push in one rough motion until I hit the back of her pussy.

“ Oh fuck ,” she squeals, sucking in a breath.

“I wish I could see those tits bounce,” I say, sinking inside her tight cunt again. “This is heaven, Astrid. Fucking heaven.”

“Harder.”

I grit my teeth, unable to keep pacing myself to make it last as long as possible. “Like this?”

My fingers bite into her waist hard enough that I worry about bruising her.

I pull her back while I thrust forward, pounding into her. She shrieks but continues to meet me thrust for thrust. She rocks back, greedy for more, and I’m all too willing to give it to her. I’m not sure if I’m fucking her or if she’s fucking me, but either way, it’s mind-blowing.

I’m one lucky motherfucker any way you look at it.

“Fuck!” Astrid screams, moaning as her pussy quivers around me. A sheen of sweat coats her pale skin as her arms begin to give out. Her entire body vibrates as she’s wracked by wave after wave of her orgasm.

“Stay with me,” I grunt, palming her ass with both hands. The feeling of her globes jiggling with each movement sends me to another level of euphoria. “Give me all of it.”

I bite down as my own climax smashes into me.

It’s an intense explosion, ripping through me like a gunshot. My muscles tighten everywhere. Contractions ripple repeatedly in my stomach, and I fight to keep my eyes open, to appreciate the beautiful woman under me, but the power of the orgasm is too much.

Still, the pictures in my mind’s eye are of Astrid’s ass up in the air and the silky pink flesh of her pussy.

The images flash through my head and deliver with them the final jolts of pleasure.

I sigh, shaking off the rest of the energy, and open my eyes to find Astrid watching me over her shoulder.

“That was hot,” she says, grinning.

I return her smile and pull out slowly. Then I get to my feet and tug her up along with me.

Her eyes are happy, but a bit weary, and I’m not sure what to do about it. So I do what I want—what feels right —and pull her into a hug. She collapses against my chest with a soft sigh.

“Are you okay?” I ask, kissing the top of her head.

She nods. “Tired.”

“You should be tired.” I kiss her gently again and then lean away. “It’s probably getting late, too.”

“I guess we’re not going back to Nashville tonight, huh?”

My chest tightens. “We can, if you want. Or we can stay at Hart’s. Your choice.”

She studies me for a few seconds before she smiles. “Let’s stay at Hart’s, as long as he won’t care.”

I grab her some tissues to clean up and get myself sorted, too. All the while, I’m flooded with thoughts about how right this could be … but also how bad this could go.

God, please don’t let me fuck this up.