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  My thrusts come quicker, and I lean my full weight on her again. I look away from her because I'm close, so close, but I need to make sure I get her there first, and I'm not sure I can if I keep staring at her. I know I could go longer if I get my mind focused on something mundane instead of her, but I can't. I can't stop thinking about Selene.

  Her hips lift to meet mine with every thrust. I think I feel the walls of her pussy tightening around me, but it's so fucking hard to tell with this piece of shit condom.

  "C'mon, get there," I order. As I do she screams and I know she has. I continue pumping inside her faster, harder, until as her orgasm comes to an end, mine takes over.

  Chapter 7

  I don't know how long the silence lasts, only that it's driving me crazy. Her cheek is pressed against my chest while I hold her close. My fingers stroke her bare shoulder over, and over, and over again, until I'm certain the silence is slicing little pieces of my brain off and deep frying them in a vat of scalding hot oil. If we continue purposely not speaking like this any longer, I'm going to lose my ability to process information.

  "How do you feel?" I ask.

  "Great."

  That's it. That's all she gives me, just one word. I wait, hoping she'll add to it as Selene traces the lines of muscle in my stomach with her pointer finger. No more words come. Just an unending yield of silence. She doesn't look like she's eager to leave anytime soon. Surprisingly, I'm fine with that, just as long as she keeps talking, which right now feels like an impossibility. I wonder what she's thinking. I move so that she has to separate from me and readjust herself. I don't say anything until I'm propped up on my elbow staring at her. Under the close scrutiny of my eyes, Selene shifts in the bed and turns away.

  I reach over and pull her back so that she's on her side facing me. "Why did you keep walking away from me?"

  "I only did it twice." She gives me a sly, sideways smile.

  "I know how many times it happened. I was there. What I want to know is why?"

  "I already told you."

  I shake my head. There's more to it, and it's time I find out what I'm really up against.

  "You have a boyfriend I should be worried about?"

  Looking insulted, she sits up, pulling the sheets and comforter up to cover her bare chest.

  "I've already fucked or licked everything under there. It's a little late to play Modest Molly, don't you think?"

  "Fuck you, Cooper."

  "Not until I get some answers."

  "You always go back to being an asshole." She swings her legs off the bed, and reaches down to grab her clothes off the floor.

  "Oh, no you don't." I pull her back, push her down on her back and straddle her. She does her best to hide her body by holding the bedding against her, but it's not working. With my weight pulling everything down, her tits are exposed, and I can't help but enjoy the view.

  "Would you get off me?!"

  "Sorry. Can't do that."

  "You're completely naked. Everything's . . ." her eyes roam down, and stop right there. I smile, feeling accomplished as a pink hue colors her cheeks. "Everything is hanging out."

  "See here's the difference. Unlike you, I don't give a fuck if you look me up and down, because I know you like what you see. And we both know only ten minutes ago, my body made your body quiver."

  I offer her a smile, hoping she'll realize I'm playing with her. Sort of.

  Resigned, she asks, "What do you want from me?"

  "That's a loaded question if I ever heard one." I dip my head down and kiss her warm cheek. "I'm trying to talk, to get to know more about you. That's all. I've tried to give you what you asked for."

  "Really? You're going to go there?" Her fists pound at my chest in an attempt to get me off her.

  "Not sex," I growl catching her fists and stopping her attack. "I'm pretty sure we both wanted that. I'm talking about my phone number, even though you wouldn't take it. And bringing you home with me, even though I had to carry you over my shoulder to get you here. Meanwhile, you've hardly given me anything."

  "First answer my question."

  I change my position so that I'm lying on top of her. My forearms keep my upper body propped up, and now my lips are only inches away from hers.

  "I'm trying to understand what you want. You didn't resist me earlier and made it clear that you wanted to fuck me. And you seemed to really, really like the way I fucked you." I don't know why I feel the need to add that last part, I know it's obnoxious, but I can't let this get all heartfelt and gooey.

  She turns away so that she doesn't have to face me. Holding her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I turn her face back so she's forced to look at me. "You said you didn't want one night with me. I'm guessing that means you want more. Unless it wasn't good for you, but I know for a fact you liked it." I kiss just above each eye lid.

  "You're that sure of yourself?"

  My lips curl up at the corner. "Are you going to say you didn't?"

  She doesn't answer. Fuck, I'm striking out again.

  "Look, I know where I'm coming from and what my situation is. Like I said before, I have no attachments, none that have anything to do with you. But you, you're skittish, and suspicious. I'd like to know why."

  "I don't have a lot of faith in monogamy. I think it's outdated and really doesn't have much meaning unless it’s a punchline in a joke."

  "Let's pretend for a minute I don't agree with everything you just said. That's a little dark for someone so young, don't you think?" I give her a quick peck on the lips as I roll off her.

  I feel the same way, but my circumstances are unusual. Regardless, it doesn't change the fact that I'm unable to let anyone into my heart. Someone did a number on this chick. I wonder if like me, her parents inadvertently screwed all her future relationships. The upside is I know she's not looking for a committed relationship. At least not a monogamous one. She really is a dream come true.

  "I might only be twenty-three, but I'm not stupid. Or blind. When you have realistic expectations, you're less likely to get hurt."

  "So who hurt you? Because there's no way in hell you're going to convince me that this outlook isn't based in part on personal experience."

  "No one. I mean I've seen it my whole life with my parents, and all the time at work."

  I remember her comments about hotels, and now this. A thread of concern slivers into my mind. I'm not so sure I'm going to like her "profession." There are a lot of things I can deal with, but being involved with someone who has sex for money is a little much, even for me. I fight the urge to touch her. Not until I know more.

  "What do you do?"

  "You're looking a little green right about now," she says with a smile. A smile that teases and mocks me. I'm crazy about her and she knows it, and she's fucking using it to her advantage. This chick has no idea that she's playing with fire. Given the chance, I'm going to fuck her again. And again. And again. And then when I've had enough, when I finally get my fill, I'll do what I do best, I'll walk away.

  "Careful," I say pulling her on top of me. The comforter keeps a barrier between us, but it's not covering her bare ass. "I can handle anything you throw out there. Can you say the same?" My hand curls around the back of her neck and pulls her to me so my lips can cover and devour hers as my other hand gives her ass a sharp, playful slap.

  She pulls away breathless. Her eyes drop to my chest before they meet mine with unbridled longing. That's the thing about her eyes. I can look in them and convince myself I'm able to see through her; see into parts of her she might be afraid to see reflected back at her.

  "I'm a flight attendant. You wouldn't believe the egos on some of these pilots. Not only do they have a freaking god complex, but a lot of them have a wife and kids at home, and girlfriends on the other end of the country. One I work with regularly has two wives. I don't know how he pulled it off, but he's actually married to two women at the same time."

  I don't like how relieved I feel to know her pr
ofession isn't the one around since the beginning of time. I feel like I can breathe easier. Thank goodness I didn't verbalize my previous thoughts. She'd walk out on me for good, and I'm in too deep for a one night stand.

  Fuck, I'm in too deep. Where did that come from?

  I force my mind back to what we were talking about. She's a flight attendant. A fucking flight attendant which means she's not going to be around long enough to get on my nerves. Every new detail I learn about her further convinces me she's perfect. That's what scares the hell out of me. I can't find her flaws. Nothing that's making me want to cringe and haul ass away from her.

  I hear a noise coming from the other room. My phone. I thought I had it on vibrate.

  "I should get that," I say helping move her back to the spot next to me on the bed as I roll over her and off.

  Selene doesn't protest. I feel her eyes piercing my skin as I walk toward the bedroom door. Just before leaving her line of sight, I turn back and catch her with her teeth digging into her bottom lip, staring at my ass. That look right there sends me flying high. I can't wait to get back, run my tongue across that lip, and soothe it from the pressure of her teeth. Her eyes crawl up my back and shoulders, all the way up until they meet mine. Knowing she's caught she gives a slight shrug of her shoulders. I use all my self-control to keep moving forward to retrieve the chiming phone which just so happens to be hers.

  Chapter 8

  "Who's Mateo?" I ask peeking at Selene's phone.

  "He's a friend. A guy I work with," she answers tapping at the virtual keyboard, answering his text.

  My muscles twitch and tighten. I flex my fingers realizing my hands are balled up into fists. He's more than that. I feel it in the way my body responded to seeing his name, and then again to her answer. I need to understand how much more. "He's a guy you work with? Or is there more?" I run my hand down the side of her face hoping to God I have the same unnerving effect on her that she has on me. I cup her chin and turn her face so she's looking at me instead of her phone. "Tell me the truth. Are you fucking him?"

  "Excuse me?" Her eyes narrow. I offended her. Too fucking bad.

  "It's well after midnight and he expects you to be crawled up in bed. Alone. If not he wouldn't have sent you this message now. I can tell from the tone of his text he's not asking you to go watch him umpire his nephews baseball game tomorrow, he's expecting you there."

  She meets my eyes with a determined glare and gives a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders. "I might go."

  "Like hell."

  "Where did you get the impression you have a say in what I do?"

  I pull the phone out of her hand and toss it to the side on the bed. I need to remind her how much she likes being in my arms and my bed; that together we generate enough heat and electricity to keep the city warm and bright through the winter. If I don't, and instead let her get her bitch on, she'll get dressed and run away again. Run far and fast, and I'm not ready to hop right up and chase after her. Not yet. Not when I can tie her laces together to keep her from running. I want more time to reap the rewards of finally catching up and jogging in step beside her.

  "Cooper!" she squeals as I pull her down pinning her arms on either side of her head. I drop my mouth to her neck and dot a line of feather light kisses from her ear, across her shoulder.

  "I'm sorry, baby." I whisper between kisses. "You're right. I have no say in your life, but I want to change that."

  I pull back to look in those beautiful blue orbs. I hope she can pick up on my sincerity. I mean it. I do want to change that. Even if it's just for the weekend. Or the week. Or even the month. I don't want her running off and leaving my bed to go meet up with some dick wad who wants to get in her pants. The thought of her kissing him, of this shit face touching her in a way that gets her hot and wet is driving me insane.

  I don't know this fuck head Mateo, but I'd like to kick his ass for even having an interest in Selene. She's mine whether she knows it or not.

  Whether I like it or not.

  I want to protect and possess her. I know I'm sober, but deep down I hope this is an effect of the shots I downed earlier because everything I'm feeling is too strong, too deep, and I fucking hate it. I hate that my throat is constricting as I think of saying goodbye to Selene and letting Mat-fucking-teo have a chance with her.

  "I want you to stay here tonight, and spend tomorrow with me," I say sliding my hand down her side and then back up to her tit. I give it a little squeeze, rubbing my thumb back and forth over the nub of her nipple, perking it up before I bring my mouth down and pull it between my teeth. "You're already here in my bed, and I have no intention of letting you leave it."

  "Oh yeah? How do you expect to keep me here?" She challenges, her eyes bright with defiance. "What are you going to tie me to the bed?"

  "Don't tempt me."

  She has no idea how that thought has my blood pumping. My mouth moves up to her neck while my fingertips skim over her stomach, down her center, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. My fingers slide over the wetness gathering between her legs, and circle around her already hardened clit.

  Selene's head falls back further, arcing her back. I alternate between circling, and thrumming my finger against it. Her eyes are closed and her mouth open.

  I stare at those lips for a beat and wonder how warm and wet her tongue is right now and how amazing it would feel running up and down my insanely hard shaft. Her face, her body, the low whimper leaving her luscious lips, everything about her isn't just asking me to join her in this aroused state, it's all sending out an SOS, begging, pleading with me to fuck her until we both redefine ecstasy.

  "You like this baby?"

  "Yes," she moans.

  I can't help myself, keeping my thumb on her center, I slip two fingers inside. I thrust them hard and deep into her. I think about slipping a third in as I move them in and out, but decide against it. They're only a place keeper for something better. And I want her to feel every bit of me when I enter her again.

  "My body aches for you, Selene. My whole fucking body."

  "Oh, Cooper."

  She says my name, like it's a wish in a dream, and I think I'm going to cum straight away if she says it again. I know I have her. If I make this good for her, I can convince her to stay here with me and tell Mateo to fuck off.

  "My dick throbs and twitches when I think of you. Did you know that?"

  "No." The word slips from her swollen lips in a whisper.

  "But you know what I mean? You feel it all just as strong as I do, don't you, baby?" I ask still pumping my fingers in and out of her, my thumb circling and rubbing against her clit. I think I might cum just listening to the whimpers and moans leaving her heart shaped lips.

  "My whole body tingles when I'm near you because your pussy is calling out to me. It has my cock on speed dial and it fucking screams out that it wants me, needs me inside you. You have the same pull on me that the moon has on the waves. It controls it. I'm your servant, slave to your every whim. And the only reward I have in all this is the ability to make you feel every touch as strong as I do."

  Her fingers dig into my shoulders. She's holding on as if she's attempting not to get swept away. Her lower half grinds and rubs against my fingers. The look on her face paired with her movements make me want to get on my back and have her ride me.

  "Come on, baby. Stay with me. Tonight. Tomorrow. Stay as long as you want. Let me take you out and treat you like a princess."

  I bring my lips down on her open mouth. My tongue darts inside and brushes against hers, together they dance and twirl. My free hand tangles in her blonde curls, they're so soft, I want to feel them brush over my chest, against my face.

  "And then let me bring you home and live out every fantasy you have, because there isn't one thing I won't do in this room to please you."

  Her chest is heaving with each breath. Her moans are louder, and she's bucking against me, hard and fast. I know she's close. She's just about there. Sh
e just needs that final push over the threshold. My fingers slow. I've almost stopped completely. I'll finish the job, but only once she says yes. I know I'm playing dirty, but I don't care. I'll use whatever weakness I can exploit to keep her with me.

  "Don't stop!"

  I do stop. I stop completely, pull my fingers out of her, and rest my hand on the inside of her thigh keeping a separation between our bodies.

  "Then say, yes."

  "Please, Cooper." Her hands slide up her face, and tangle into her hair. I start to see a flaw in my plan, I have her so riled up, if I don't finish the job she just might.

  "That doesn't sound like 'yes,'" I say pulling away and rolling onto my back.

  "Okay, yes! Yes!" she yells.

  I'm ecstatic, and I want to hear more of that! In a heartbeat I roll on another condom and flip her over onto her stomach. Before helping her up onto her hands and knees, I reach over and slide a large piece of ice out of the glass of water I brought in for her when I got her phone. I give her ass a long, hot stare wanting inside it. Instead I press into her pussy. She's gasps and starts breathing hard. She rocks back into me, so I push, just a little further.

  I touch the ice cube to her warm back at the base of her neck. She moans and flinches. I remove the ice and use my tongue to warm her skin. She’s squirming beneath me, moaning louder, but still meeting me with vigor. Once she calms a bit, I bring the cube back and inch it down the center of her spine, following the cold trail with the warmth of my tongue. I hope this is turning her on as much it is me.

  “Cooper!” She calls out as I bring the melting cube around her front and circle it against her clit.

  She jerks from the sensation, pushing back further, harder into me. I hold her still for a moment as the drops of cold run down her, and drip onto me. She’s wetter now for sure. There’s less friction as I thrust harder inside her, and I just want to get this condom off and feel everything inside her, around her, everything that is her.