Page 70 of The Player's Club

“Are you still tired?” he asked after some minutes of silence.

I wasn’t sleepy in the least now. His mere proximity was like a flame to tinder. My body never failed to react to his presence.

It didn’t help that he looked extra handsome, with his rumpled hair and blue T-shirt that defined his muscular chest and arms. I touched his cheek, the stubble rough against my fingers, and kissed him.

He kissed me back until I could’ve forgotten my own name. Any sleepiness I’d felt had melted away. Now, all I could feel was desire pulsing through me.

“No, I’m not tired,” I replied, meaning it.

“Good. Because I have one last favorite thing to show you.”

His grin was wicked. I nodded, my heart pounding now with anticipation. Mac then slowly undressed me until I wore only my bra and panties.

“Have you ever been edged?” he asked between kisses.

“Um, not really?”

“It’s one of my favorite things. Let’s see how long I can keep you from orgasming.” He chuckled as he squeezed one of my nipples. “Because we both know it doesn’t take you very long to come.”

I snorted because I knew he was right. He played my body like a musical instrument. He seemed to know intuitively how best to bring me to climax. Even my trusty vibrator wasn’t as good as Cole Mackenzie.

Mac sucked my nipples through the fabric of my bra, making me moan. I felt his fingers on my pussy, and he rubbed my clit lightly through the lace. But even as I tried to get him to rub me harder, he just shook his head and laughed.

“Patience, patience,” he commanded. He slid down to the floor and parted my legs. “Pull your panties aside. Show me that sweet pussy.”

I blushed. I couldn’t hold his gaze while I did as he wanted. But I could feel his eyes on me, and it only made me gush with want.

“Show me that clit and pussy,” he rasped. “Open for me.”

I squirmed. “Mac—”

“Do as I say.”

I obeyed, even as I blushed from head to toe.

“Finger yourself,” he said.

I trembled as I pushed a finger inside. I was already sopping wet.

“Now fuck yourself,” Mac commanded.

The sound of me finger-fucking myself filled the room. I felt Mac’s fingers dancing along my labia, brushing my engorged clit, but not enough to bring me to orgasm. I shuddered when he licked my clit. His touch was featherlight—painfully soft—and I tried to add another one of my fingers.

He batted my hand away. “I didn’t tell you that you could do that. Turn over.”

I bit my lip. I turned over, and then Mac gave me three firm slaps on my ass cheeks. I squealed. That earned me two more slaps.

“Now, are you going to obey me?” he said.

I nodded, then quickly said, “Yes, yes.”

Mac turned me back over and pulled my panties off. He put my legs over his shoulders, widening me until I had nowhere to hide, and buried his face in my pussy. He licked and sucked at a relentless pace until I was close to the edge.

But whenever I got close to coming, he’d back off, petting my thighs and making soothing noises. He drew me to orgasm, so close, and then would back off. Again and again, he edged me.

It felt like time had stopped. I was sweating, panting, arching like a madwoman in Mac’s arms. He just pressed me down into the couch to keep me still.

“Please,” I begged. “Please, Mac.”