Page 43 of Player For Hire
I touched my still wet stomach. I could still feel the heat of him on my skin. “What did it feel like?”
That dangerous light glinted in his eyes again before it flickered away and morphed into the friendly Colder I was used to. “It felt like I couldn’t breathe. That...”
I scrambled forward. “What? Your first thought.”
“That I wanted to come on you. Wanted to see you painted in me.”
“Why?”
He laughed. “You really want to know?”
“I do.”
“It’s elemental. And primal. It’s like your lizard brain takes over and all you can think is mine.” He speared his fingers into my hair. “It’s not always like that. Sometimes it’s just fun and a release. But sometimes...” He lowered his mouth to mine. “Sometimes it’s like nothing will do other than marking your skin with something of mine.” He bit my lower lip. “My teeth, my cum, a mark from sucking on your skin.”
I dragged in a breath.
Then he pulled back. “The animal side, I guess you could say. But we don’t talk about it. Most women would slap us, to be honest. But I said I’d answer any questions, even ones maybe you shouldn’t ask.”
“I appreciate it.”
He laughed. “That’s not what I was expecting.”
“I know it’s weird to ask for the unvarnished truth. But it’ll help me.”
“In your writing. Yeah, of course.”
Yeah, my writing. That was what this was supposed to be about. “Um, can I have a shirt?”
“Oh, yeah.” He went over to the small wardrobe against the wall and came back with a long-sleeved Henley.
“I didn’t exactly think about after the...raincoat action.” I slipped it over my head. The sleeves were huge on me, but I liked how soft and warm it was. And it smelled of him. That cedar scent must be part of his laundry soap.
He picked up the washcloth. “Do you need to use the bathroom or anything?”
“ShouldI go?”
“No. I’m not kickingyou out. I just know...” He shoved his other hand into his hair. “It was intense.”
I slid to the edge of the bed and stood. It was insane to be a little wobbly, but I was. “Yeah, if that’s okay.”
He nodded. I padded out of the living space and to the door of his bathroom, which was right beyond his kitchen.
“Naomi?”
I stopped at the door. “Yeah?”
He seemed to pause, and I had a feelinghe wantedto say something. I wanted to urge him back into the truth, but part of me wasn’t sure Iwas ready for all of it just yet.
He shook his head.“Nothing.”
I gasped as I caught a look at myselfin the medicine cabinet mirror beside the toilet. When he said his bathroom was a closet, he wasn’t kidding. The toilet and the shower and a small sink took up much of the room. However, it was my flushed face, wild hair, and the beard burn on my neck that shocked me.
Was this what throughly fucked looked like?
I hadn’t even had the sex portion of our lessons.
But I’d damn well had the orgasms. More than three, I was pretty sure. It seemed like maybe they layered on top of each other there when things got really crazy.