Page 59 of Playing the Player

“Come for me Sasha. Come on my cock.”

“FUUUCK!” I scream as the second orgasm hits me full pelt. Conor’s movements turn sloppy as he spills inside me at the same time. There’s something so euphoric about coming together. I can feel him pulsing inside me, my inner walls clenching at the sensation.

Conor’s lazy gaze meets mine. “You are amazing.” He tells me, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on my mouth.

“I didn’t do anything. That was all you.” I laugh as Conor flops down onto the bed beside me, leaning on his arm, that bicep that has my mouth watering flexing.

“Not just now. You’re always amazing.” I turn onto my side too so I can face him. “Did I give you what you want?” He asks with that sexy smirk planted firmly on his face.

“What was that?”

“Did I make you see God?”

“Shut up!” I nudge him playfully, laughing along with him. I’m not telling him that he did, in fact, make me see God and I’m not telling him that I want him to do it again.

I feel so… whole. For the first time in what feels like forever, my mind is quiet. There’s no noise from the outside world filtering in. It’s… peaceful.

I’m wrapped in Conor’s arms, the blinds drawn, casting us in a soft darkness. The only sounds are the steady rhythm of our breathing and the distant hum of the traffic drifting in through the cracked window.

I don’t know where we go from here. I don’t know what tomorrow looks like or what happens next, but lying here like this, with him… tomorrow can wait.

I called in sick to work, something I have only done once before in my life, all because I didn’t want to leave this man’s arms. Conor wasn’t any better. He texted Josh to say he was sick as well and couldn’t make it to practice.

“Tell me something nobody knows about you.” I say, tracing lazy circles across his chest with my finger tips.

“Umm…” Conor thinks for a moment before shrugging. “I don’t think there is anything. I’m an open book.”

“Oh come on. There has to be something.”“I don't think so.” I lift off his chest to look at him but he won’t meet my eye. Liar.

“There is something!” I gasp dramatically causing him to chuckle. “Please tell me, Conor. I promise I won’t tell anyone.” I pout and give him my best puppy dog eyes that always work a treat, especially when I use them on this man.

He leans up, brushing his lips against mine for a brief second before pulling back. His deep blue eyes have darkened, his pupils dilated as he stares at my lips. Capturing them in his again, his tongue skates along my bottom lip as he pulls me on top of him. I’m straddling his naked hips, my still wet pussy gliding easily over his hard cock. He takes my bottom lip between his teeth, tugging the tender flesh and I moan, my hips rocking on their own accord.

He grabs my ass in both of his hands, guiding my movements, helping me achieve the friction we both desperately need. His lips move to my neck, kissing lower and lower until he takes my nipple into his hot mouth.

I fist his hair, pushing his head away from my body. “Nice try.” I smirk, climbing off him and settling on the bed beside him again.

“Dammit!” Conor groans, running a hand through his messy blonde hair.

“If you tell me, I’ll give you something special in return.” Grasping his hardness in my hand, I squeeze, pump once, and that’s all the encouragement he needs.

“Okay.” The speed of his answer makes me laugh. “But you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone. Not even Olivia.”

“I promise, I promise.” I move my finger over my mouth as if zipping it up.

Conor inhales deeply before his confession flies from his mouth. “GreaseismyalltimefavoritemovieandIusedtodressupasDannyZukoeveryHalloween.”

I stare at him blankly. “I didn’t make out a single word of what you just said. Repeat, please.”

“Just so you know, I hate you right now.”

“Don’t lie, baby. You love me.” All humor leaves me when I look into Conor’s softening eyes. Nope. We are not getting into that right now. “Say it again. Slower this time.”

“Grease is my all time favorite movie.” Conor sighs heavily, running a hand down his face.

“And…”

He squeezes his eyes shut. “And I used to dress up as Danny Zuko every Halloween.” For a moment, all I can do is stare at him. And then, my lips twitch. My shoulders shake. I can’t stop it. “Sasha Reilly, don’t you dare lau-” It’s too late. What started a tiny, uncontrollable squeak, turned into a full blown cackle. Tears stream from my eyes, I’m snorting like a pig and I can’t fucking breathe but holy hell it’s so worth it.