Page 39 of Playing Mr. Perfect

“I feel you staring at me.” I sound husky and shaky.

“Not staring. Admiring. You can’t imagine how stunning you are.” His hand trails down my breastbone and between my breasts. “Look at these gorgeous tits.” His fingers glide lightly over one breast, circling my nipple, and all of my focus goes to that tantalizing touch. Goose bumps chase up my body, and my nipples harden to painful points. The mattress shifts again, and his tongue traces the same path. Pleasure courses through me, and I grit my teeth as his hand moves to my other breast, circling that nipple as his tongue circles the other. My insides go tight, every iota of my being rushing toward his touch. I arch up, wanting his whole mouth on me, but he draws back. The breath rushes from my lungs with his retreat. “Clay—”

“I want you needy.” The mattress shifts, and his breath comes down over my nipple, hovering like a blowtorch. His fingers circle my other nipple, and the competing sensations have me writhing, bowing off the mattress again, but his mouth retreats. He continues taunting me, taking me right up to the edge and then pulling back, until I’m standing on a razor’s edge, on the verge of shattering. His fingers trail down my body to my inner thigh, moving along it as light as a feather. His fingertips graze my sex, and I gasp, my hips rising.

“Yes. Please.”

“Soon,” he promises.

His tongue circles my nipple again, his fingertips teasing between my legs, but no matter how I wiggle or move, he doesn’t enter me, doesn’t touch me where I need it most. Heat simmers in my core, my inner muscles swelling until I’m dizzy with desire, begging, rocking my hips, trying to take more. He refuses me, and it turns me on more than I could ever imagine. I don’t know how long he continues the exquisite torture, but by the time he finally lowers his mouth over my breast and his fingers enter me, I’m a moaning, pleading mess of arousal. When his thumb hits my clit, I detonate. A hailstorm of sensations rains down on me, and I cry out so loud, I’m sure everyone on our floor hears it. Clay stays with me through every pulse and whimper.

The mattress shifts, and he spreads my legs. Embarrassment suddenly tries to break in, but it’s no match for the onslaught of thrilling anticipation.

“Look at you, so fucking perfect.” His rough hands skate up my thighs, spreading me wider, and then he’s feasting on me, catapulting me into ecstasy again. He’s rough and somehow also sensual, keeping me at the peak. I can’t see, can’t hear past the thrum of desire consuming me and the blood rushing through my ears. But I can feel every prickle and burn of the most excruciating pleasure I’ve ever experienced, and I revel in it, crying out, begging him not to stop, and he doesn’t, until I sink boneless into the mattress.

As I come back down to earth, he says, “Time to play, beautiful.”

There’s more?

I’m not sure I’ll survive it, but he turns me over, running his hands down my back and caressing my ass. I have a fleeting worry about what he’s going to do to me, but his touch is electrifying. I feel him straddling my hips, his body heat radiating through my back as his chest grazes my skin. The length of his cock rests against the crack of my ass, and his warm breath coasts over my neck as he kisses me there. “I could do whatever I want to you right now, and you’d let me, wouldn’t you, Reckless?”

I’m so lost in him, I hear yes in my head, but I don’t dare say it.

“Don’t worry. I only want to make you feel good.” He moves down my body in an arousing dance of kisses, bites, and caresses, murmuring against my skin, “So soft…so beautiful…so trusting…” He moves off my hips, down the bed, his hands squeezing and caressing, and presses his warm lips to my ass cheeks. He drags his fingers between my legs, teasing me. “Has anyone ever touched you here?” He slides his fingers between those cheeks, teasing that private spot.

“No.” I’m shocked to realize I want him to.

“Such a gorgeous ass.” He continues teasing me there, sending new sensations scattering through me like white-hot ants. I moan and rock, and he spreads my cheeks, using his hands and mouth everywhere, driving me out of my mind. I rise up on my elbows and knees, needing more. “That’s it, baby. Give me that ass.” His finger breaches the tight rim of muscles slowly, and I lose my breath.

“I need you,” I beg.

“You’re not needy enough yet.” He pumps his finger, going deeper with every push, and uses his other hand on my clit. I rock against his fingers. “That’s it. Chase your pleasure,” he says gruffly, and sinks his teeth into my cheek, hurling me into a kaleidoscope of pleasure. He stays with me, licking and teasing, his fingers working me through the very last aftershock.

My head falls between my shoulders, and he lowers me to the mattress, turning me over.

“You’re fucking amazing,” he rasps, kissing my lips, jaw, and shoulder as he unties my tether and unbinds my wrists. I reach for the scarf covering my eyes, but he grabs my hand, stopping me. “Leave it on for one minute. It’ll make everything more intense for you.” He kisses me deeply and passionately, and then the mattress dips, and I hear the tear of a condom wrapper.

He moves over me, and I feel the broad head of his cock against my entrance. He laces his fingers with mine, pressing them into the mattress on either side of my head, and nudges my legs open wider with his knees. His head dips beside mine, and I hear him breathing. I revel in the erotic, sensual sound, in the heat of him hovering over me, his thighs pressing down on mine, and the erratic thundering of our hearts as his hips press forward slowly. I welcome the delicious intrusion. He was right. I’m intensely aware of his thickness stretching me, the heat our bodies create, the way Clay holds his breath as he takes me deeper, and how our hearts calm as we come together fully. When he finally exhales, I hear his smile in it, and he whispers, “Breathe, baby.”

I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath, too, and it rushes from my lungs.

He removes the scarf from my eyes, and it takes me a minute to adjust to the light. When I do, I feel myself getting as lost in him and the emotions staring back at me as I am in the sensations engulfing me. I pull his mouth to mine, not wanting to overthink any of it or think at all. He’s right there with me, thrusting and gyrating, stroking that magical spot inside me. We’re fueled by passion so bright and hot, it coils around us like molten metal. His kisses are merciless, his thrusts just as ruthless. “Need to see you,” he rasps, and rolls us over without breaking our connection.

He clutches my hips, helping me ride him. His eyes bore into me with the hunger of a ravenous lion. He feels so big from this angle, so thick and incredible, prickling heat sparks in my limbs, gathering speed and pressure, invading my core like a stampede of wild animals. He thrusts harder, and I know he’s close, too. “Fuck,” he grits out. “You’re so tight. So fucking beautiful.” He reaches up, tugging my mouth to his.

My hair tumbles forward, curtaining us in darkness. He grabs my ass with both hands, driving up from beneath me. Pleasure scorches through me, and I tear my mouth away, crying out as he gives in to his own powerful release. We rock and thrust, our noises echoing off the walls. The pleasure comes in waves, and we ride them out until we have nothing left to give. I lean over him, trying to catch my breath, our bodies spasming with aftershocks.

As the last shudders ripple through us, he cradles me in his arms, rolling us onto our sides and raining kisses over my lips and cheek. I snuggle into him, unable to tell where my body ends and his begins. He holds me tight until our breathing calms. Only then does he whisper, “I’ll be right back, beautiful.” He kisses me again before climbing off the bed.

I can’t stop smiling as I watch him walk into the bathroom, all lean muscles and the sexiest butt I’ve ever seen. When he closes the door, I throw my arm over my eyes, feeling so alive, so invigorated, I’m sure I’m going to burst. It’s like someone new has come to life inside me. Someone fun and sexy, who isn’t afraid to let go. I never knew I could feel so uninhibited. That I could trust anyone with my body the way I trust him.

I squeeze my eyes closed, pressing my arm tighter over them in an effort to suppress it, but it bursts out in a flurry of kicks and a ridiculously giddy sound.

“Can I take that as a five-star review?”

My eyes fly open, and I clamp my mouth shut, but he dives onto the bed, pinning me beneath him, making us both crack up. My cheeks are hurting from smiling so hard. “Can we pretend you didn’t see that?”

“Not a chance, Reckless.”