Page 53 of The Playmaker
A grin tugs at the corner of his mouth and raw need shimmers through me. “He did, but you know me well enough to know that I don’t take without giving.”
“I do know that,” I say. Cole might be a lot of things, but he’s definitely a considerate lover, always making sure to take care of me. But now it’s my turn to take care of him.
“I was thinking you probably shouldn’t be exerting so much energy.”
“When I’m with you, I can’t help it. Plus, I thought this shower scene would be a great one for your hockey romance.”
“True, there is a lot I can pull from it once I figure out my plot, but I’m not going to be the girl to keep you from the ice. So there’s only one way I can help you with this little problem,” I rub his hard cock, which is anything but little, “and keep you from exerting too much energy, and winding up on the bathroom floor again.”
“How?”
“By tying you to the bedposts.”
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Cole
I can’t fucking believe my hands are tied to the goddamn bedposts. But more importantly, I can’t believe that I’m giving Nina this kind of control. Keeping the reins tight, well, that’s sort of my thing. But this is Nina, and that somehow has me going against everything that’s protected me in the past. I know I’m not worthy of her, she deserves so much better, and I should end this right now, but when it comes to her, I’m so fucking weak. Not only that, how the fuck can I possibly walk away?
She asked for two things from me—hockey and sex lessons. She needs both for her books, and I can’t forget her empty cupboards and overdue bills. I want to call her out on both. I really do. But it doesn’t seem like something she wants to talk about, and I don’t want to embarrass her or make her feel like a failure because she’s not making a living with her writing.
“Look at you,” she says as she clucks her tongue and walks around the bed, gazing at me likes she’s a dominatrix about to make me pay for all the cruel things I’ve done to her. “All tied up and mine for the taking.”
I squirm under her scrutiny, partly because I’m so fucking hard, and partly because she has a mischievous look in her eyes. “You’re going to make me pay for being a bastard, aren’t you?” I ask, and wince when she runs her teeth over her bottom lip and eyes my throbbing prick.
Dressed in one of my shirts, since I asked her too—because yeah, I like seeing her in my things—she grins at me. “Oh yes. I’m definitely going to make you pay, Cole.”
She climbs onto the bed and settles herself between my legs. My cock is so goddamn hard, if she doesn’t touch me soon, I’m going to blow my load.
“Is it going to hurt?” I ask.
She takes my throbbing dick into her hand and pouts. If I could only get my mouth on those lush lips of hers… “It looks like it already hurts.”
“Fuck me,” I groan as she leans forward to lick the pre-cum pooling on my crown. She moans, and it turns me on even more. Hard to believe, I know.
“If I was cruel, like you were, I’d take you into my mouth, bring you right to the edge and leave you hanging.”
“Thank fuck you’re not as cruel as me.”
She grins. “No, I’m not. I wouldn’t have stayed here to help you if I was a monster.”
“I want to touch you,” I say, and wiggle my tied hands.
“No, we can’t risk too much exertion.”
“But I want my mouth on your sweet little pussy.”
Her cheeks flush at that, and I still get a kick out of her shyness. She uses all kinds of dirty words in her books, but hopefully after this affair is over, she’ll be more comfortable saying them out loud, asking for what she wants. In the meantime, I’ll use my words.
“Why don’t you lift that shirt up and show me your hot cunt. Let me see if you’re wet for me.”
Her breathing changes, and I know I’ve got her right where I want her, despite the fact that I’m the one tied up. That gives me a measure of comfort.
She grips the hem of my dress shirt and slowly lifts it, until I can see her sex.
“Yeah, that’s it, Pretty Nina. Since I can’t touch you, why don’t you touch yourself for me, show my how you used to slide your fingers over your clit when you thought about me.”
She gulps. “I’ve never…”