Playing Along

by Louisa Keller

My instincts were good, and I knew that this was someone I needed in my life, one way or another.

  “Still with me?” Smith asked, staring into my eyes. I luxuriated in his attention.

  “I’m here,” I panted, leaning in to press a kiss against his throat. “Just…enjoying the moment.”

  He grinned, then pushed me gently back onto the bed. It was a California king, ridiculously huge and piled with ten million thread count sheets and a fluffy duck down duvet. I propped myself up on my elbows and licked my lips, desperate for more.

  “I don’t suppose I could convince you to take off those clothes?” I mused.

  Smith pulled his shirt up over his head revealing the most gorgeous chest I had ever seen. His pecs were well-defined, adorned with pert little nipples and leading down to a prominent six-pack. The vee of his hips directed my eye down to his happy trail, disappearing under his jeans, and my mouth started to water. I wanted to get my mouth on him so badly that it was almost physically painful.

  “Like what you see?” Smith asked, smirking.

  “Uh…yeah,” I breathed.

  Jesus, he was hot. It was scrambling my brain, just being allowed to stare at him as he shed his clothes. The jeans went next, followed quickly by his socks and—finally—his boxer briefs. His cock sprang free, hard and long and girthy, and I let out a little whimper.

  “What do you want to do to me?” Smith murmured, crawling onto the bed and straddling my hips. I was still fully clothed, but my hard cock was straining the front of my pants obscenely. I gave an abortive thrust upwards, unable to stop myself, and Smith’s smile widened.

  “I want to touch you everywhere,” I moaned, running my hands up his abs. They were rock solid, and I kind of wanted to die.

  “Everywhere?” Smith asked, teasing me. “Surely you can narrow that down somewhat.”

  I pulled him down for a kiss, my mind going through a thousand different scenarios. He moved his lips to my neck and I just started riffing.

  “I want to kiss my way up your thighs,” I began, shuddering as he sucked a mark just below my ear. “I want to take you in my mouth—shit—”

  “Sounds perfect,” Smith said, encouraging me to go on. He pressed a trail of kisses along my neck until he reached the collar of my shirt. He slowly unbuttoned the top button, pulling the fabric aside to place a kiss on the newly exposed skin. “Keep going, Dom. I need to know what you want.”

  I dug my fingers into his hair, tugging as he continued kissing me.

  “I want to sink onto your fingers,” I whimpered, bucking up once more. I could feel his erection against mine, and the layers of fabric between us were the sweetest kind of torture.

  “Just my fingers?” Smith prompted, biting at my collarbone.

  “All of you,” I said in a rush, “anything you’re willing to give me. Please Smith, don’t make me wait—”

  He sat back, centering his weight right on my cock and clearly having a grand old time. I was wrestling with my composure, a heavy breeze away from exploding with lust, and it was infuriating to see how in control he was. But god did I love it.

  “You don’t want to wait?” he asked, his brows drawing together. “Dom, darling, anticipation is half the fun.”

  He’s going to kill me with this pace, I thought.

  “I need you to fill me up,” I begged, not caring that I was shedding every last bit of my dignity. Smith was worth it.

  “Oh, don’t you worry,” he said, surveying the mess he had made of my neck, his pupils blown wide. “I’ll fill you up, baby.”

  “Need it now,” I whined, rocking my hips up. “Please, Smith, please—”

  He shook his head, smiling wide. “You seemed so composed up until now. Do you have any idea how goddamn hot it is to see you come undone for me?”

  I closed my eyes, sucking in a deep breath and praying to a deity I didn’t even believe in that I wouldn’t come before Smith was done with whatever incredible things he had planned for me.

  “Take your shirt off, Dom,” Smith said, the levity dropping out of his voice. Suddenly he was down to business, ready to boss me around the bedroom. And Jesus, I was so ready for it. I unbuttoned my shirt at record speed, nearly ripping it as I tugged it off my shoulders. My hands flew at once to my pants, but Smith reached out a hand to still me. “Leave them on for a bit longer?”

  I nodded at once, acquiescing. He was driving me crazy with the damn anticipation, but at the same time…I couldn’t remember ever being so turned on. God, he had me wrapped around his finger. It should’ve been embarrassing, but all I felt was turned on.

  Smith shifted his weight forward so that he was leaning over me, his cock trapped between our stomachs, and ran his thumbs over my nipples. I shuddered, pressing into the touch, and he rewarded me with a smile.

  “Feel good?” he asked.

  Cocky, I thought to myself.

  “I need more,” I groaned. “God, I need so much more.”

  “I know, baby,” he soothed. “I’ll give it to you, don’t you worry. Just hang in there with me, okay?”

  He lowered his mouth to my chest and licked across first one nipple then the other. The heat of his mouth was almost unbearable in its perfection, and I descended into a state of blissed out frustration. No, he wasn’t giving me what I really wanted, but goddamn was he ever making me feel good.

  Time was blurring, but I was vaguely aware of the sun setting outside the window as Smith teased me, dragging his tongue over my flushed skin. He took his sweet time cataloguing my entire torso, alternating between gentle kisses and worrying his teeth over the skin. Something buried deep inside my mind relaxed and I felt an inexplicable relief, though I hadn’t even been aware that I had been tense. Smith was unlocking every bit of tension within me and categorically releasing it.

  I came back to myself when I heard my name whispered in the dark.

  “Dom?”

  I blinked, pulling myself back to reality. My mind and body both felt blissed out, and I was still a ways away from my orgasm.

  “Hmm?” I mumbled.

  Smith had a soft, pleased look on his face. He was cast in shadow, and I instinctively reached toward the bedside lamp, flicking it on so that I could see him better.

  “You’re so damn reactive,” Smith said quietly. “I’m really happy I’m here.”

  I nodded, pulling him into a kiss and murmuring against his lips, “I’m happy too.”

  When he pulled back, there was a look in his eyes that I swore was affection, the kind that comes with long-won familiarity. But before I could read too much into it, he reached for my pants and began pulling them off of me. I lifted my hips, eager to speed up the process, and in seconds he had me down to just my briefs. My cock was straining against the fabric, a wet spot spreading across it, and I shuddered as Smith mouthed at it. The heat of his mouth, even with that last thin layer between us, was miraculous.

  “God, right there,” I moaned, rocking against his mouth.

  He laughed, deep and devastatingly seductive. “You like that?”

  “Jesus, Smith, you’re incredible,” I gasped.

  His hands slid up the back of my legs, bending them at the knee so that my feet were flat on the bed, my hips tilted into the air. Then he began rubbing at my hole through my briefs. I was strung out on lust by that point that my eyes were starting to water. It was all so much—his fingers teasing at my ass and his mouth slipping over my cock. I wanted him to rip off my briefs, just shred them to bits with the sheer intensity of his desire for me.

  “Still want me to fill you up?” he whispered, his lips brushing my tented underwear.

  “Please,” I pleaded, arching my back even higher.

  “Alright, baby, I’ve got you,” he said, pulling down my briefs. He cast them aside without another thought, and immediately he was flipping me over onto my stomach. I scrambled to get onto all fours, nearly losing my mind with anticipation.

  “Fuck me, god Smith, I need you to fuck me,” I beg
ged.

  He didn’t deign to respond. Instead, I felt his hands fall to my ass, each one caressing one of my cheeks. He pulled them apart so very slowly, taking his sweet time with me, and I felt myself flushing. I knew he was just looking at me, examining the most intimate part of my body, and a flare of self-doubt flashed through my veins.

  He can’t possibly enjoy seeing me like this, I thought.

  But then Smith was speaking, his voice utterly reverent. “You are so goddamn beautiful, Dom.”

  My hole twitched at the praise, and he let out another dark peal of laughter. Then he was leaning forward, kissing a line back from my tailbone. His lips brushed across the sensitive skin, soft and warm and so unbelievably affectionate. I could feel his pleasure through the kisses, and the fact that he was enjoying going down on me just catapulted my own pleasure to the next level. I pressed back into the touch and he rewarded me by pressing a filthy, open-mouthed kiss right against my hole. He followed it up with a series of licks, the flat of his tongue teasing me until I was trembling and panting.

  “Smith—”

  He didn’t bother to respond. Instead he stiffened his tongue, pushing until that tight ring of muscle gave way. I immediately started fucking back against his tongue, thrilled to take him within me. He gave as good as he got, licking into me again and again, moaning loudly. I could feel spit dripping down toward my balls.

  Smith continued fucking his tongue into me as he wrapped a hand around my cock, stroking expertly. It became a game of balance, thrusting forward into his hand and backward toward his mouth. The first telltale hints of an orgasm were beginning to build in the pit of my stomach, a molten warmth spreading out from my core. I wanted to ride his face until I came, but I also needed so much more from him.

  One finger.

  Two.

  Three.

  His cock.

  Fuck.

  “Smith,” I gasped, somehow managing to slow down the erratic thrust of my hips. “Baby, hang on—”

  He pulled back immediately, his hand falling away from me. I twisted to look at him and was greeted with the sight of a man who had been well and truly ruined. His lips were swollen and red, saliva cascading down his chin, and his eyes were wild. I could’ve practically come from that view alone.

  “What’s wrong?” Smith asked, concern edging into his tone.

  I closed my eyes, drawing in a deep breath. “Nothing’s wrong. Oh my god, you’re perfect. But…I didn’t want to come quite yet.”

  Smith’s eyes widened and then his face settled back into that intoxicating smirk. “And how, pray tell, would you like to come?”

  I sank down onto my elbows, arching my back. My ass was right in his face, and I knew without looking that he wasn’t able to look away from it.

  “I need you in me,” I whined, letting my hips twitch from side to side.

  Smith traced one long finger along my spine, letting it dip into my crack and drag across my needy hole. “I can do that.”

  Then he was off the bed, fumbling in his bag. It only took him a few moments to locate the lube, and immediately he hopped back up behind me. I heard him opening the bottle, slicking himself, and then his finger was back. He slid it in without ceremony, and I let out a deep sigh of relief. This was what I needed, to be filled up. I wanted everything he was willing to give me, and I pressed back into his touch to encourage him.

  “Jesus fucking Christ, that’s it,” I moaned, grinding against his hand.

  “Fuck Dom,” he whispered, another slick finger teasing at my rim. “Can you take another?”

  I nodded furiously. “Give me more, I need it—”

  He slid the second finger in alongside the first and crooked them both right the hell against my prostate. I let out a keening groan, and that liquid arousal in my gut started spiraling out toward my limbs. I was on an express train headed for orgasm and there was no turning back. I began rocking with increased intensity, nonsense spilling from my mouth as I passed the point of no return.

  “I’m gonna—I’m gonna—Smith—”

  “Let it all go,” he whined, fucking me in earnest with his fingers. He managed to get a third finger in just as I began to come, and the stretch was exactly what I needed. It burned, thrilling and hot and just this side of too much. It was absolutely perfect, and I lost most of my higher functioning for a couple of minutes. Everything was liquid pleasure, hot as lava, roiling through my every cell.

  I collapsed down on top of my own release, smeared across the insanely expensive sheets, and reached back to stop Smith from withdrawing his fingers.

  “Stay,” I muttered, nowhere near coherent.

  He seemed to get the message though.

  “I’ll stay,” Smith said gently. “I’m right here.”

  4

  Smith

  Holy. Motherfucking. Shit.

  Let me say it again for the folks in the back.

  Holy.

  Motherfucking.

  Shit.

  Dom was everything I had ever goddamn dreamed of in a hookup. He was respectful and smart and funny and successful. But he was also ridiculously vocal, not to mention super responsive, and he begged so sweetly. I could’ve spent a year stretching him out and never gotten tired of it.

  Little confession here: I’ve always had a thing for power bottoms.

  But Dom was on a whole new level. He wasn’t bossing me around exactly, wasn’t even giving me too much direction. But he was so damn thrilled to be filled up, so desperate for me to give him more and more and more. It was engaging some kind of wild desire in me that hadn’t ever been unleashed in the bedroom.

  I wanted to see how much he could take. Were three fingers the limit? Would he let me slide a finger in alongside my cock? I shivered violently thinking about it.

  God, all I’d done was finger him and he was so on edge, so pleased by me right from the start. It was all kinds of gratifying.

  It took a while for him to come back to the real world after that orgasm, and I was more than happy to sit there with my fingers in his ass—he mumbled half-coherent complaints whenever I tried to remove them—and watch him basking in pleasure. The moon was high in the night sky by that point, and it was thrilling to see the moonlight playing across his body.

  At long last he seemed to be fully himself once more, and the first thing he did was clench around my fingers. I smiled and ran my free hand down his spine, examining each vertebra.

  “Back in the land of the living?” I teased gently.

  He huffed out a little laugh and said, “More or less. That was some next-level shit, let me tell you.”

  I preened under the praise. “Glad you enjoyed it. I had a spectacular time watching you come apart.”

  “Oh yeah?” Dom asked, twisting so that he could look over his shoulder at me.

  “Definitely,” I assured him. “I don’t know if people tell you this all the time, but you’re…kinda ridiculously hot when you’re fucking yourself on my fingers.”

  His blush deepened. “So…you didn’t mind that I came before you could fuck me?”

  I tipped my head back, laughing heartily. “Dom. Baby. There is nothing hotter than getting a guy so worked up that I have to wait until round two to get off myself.”

  “Seriously?” he asked.

  “Absolutely,” I said with a nod. “There are so many different ways to get people off, you know? And if I can drive you nuts with just a couple of fingers, well…imagine what I’ll be able to do with my cock.”

  Dom nodded, clearly pleased with this take on sex. “Speaking of, you can take your fingers out now. Sorry I…uh…I just like being filled up after I come.”

  I slid my fingers out slowly, smirking at the gaping hole I left behind. Fuck me.

  “Trust me, you have nothing to apologize for,” I said, flexing my fingers to restore blood-flow. “I think you underestimate how hot it is to have someone begging you not to stop finger-fucking them.”

  “I’m glad you foun
d it hot,” Dom said. “I don’t want to seem clingy or anything, it’s just…it feels so good.”

  “Clingy?” I asked, my eyebrows hitching up. “Who the hell made you think that’s a clingy thing to do?”

  Dom’s eyes dropped to the floor and he flushed once more. There was a flicker of vulnerability as he said, “My ex…well, he wasn’t a big fan.”

  I reached out, resting a hand on Dom’s shoulder.

  “Dom,” I said gently, waiting for him to meet my gaze.

  “Yeah?” he mumbled, barely able to drag his eyes up to mine.

  “Your ex is an idiot,” I said with a smile.

  “You think so?” he asked, leaning into my touch.

  “Uh…I goddamn know so,” I said. “You’re not clingy; you’re shameless about your pleasure. That’s fucking hot, and anyone who tries to make you feel bad about it can fuck right off.”

  Dom rolled over onto his back and surveyed me with an expression that spoke to the number his ex had done on him. He looked like there were a zillion emotions playing tug-of-war with him—sadness and relief and hope battling for dominance.

  And I know I don’t normally do the whole emotions thing with guys. I get that this was a million miles from my MO. But right then, lying together on that bed, I wanted to take away every doubt Dom had ever had about himself. I wanted to wrap him in my arms and hold him tight until he knew that he had nothing to regret, nothing to worry about.

  I also wanted to track down his ex and slug the guy. But that probably wouldn’t be helpful, so I kept that sentiment to myself.

  Instead I asked, “Any interest in room service?”

  Dom flashed me a quick smile. “You don’t think Jean-Paul and Albert will be mad if we rack up a hefty bill?”

  “I’m sure they’ll forgive us,” I said with a grin.

  The food, when it came, was decadent as all get-out.

  It’s easy to spare no expense when you’re not the one footing the bill, so I ordered us a huge spread. Omelets, quiche, crêpes filled with Nutella, an assortment of local cheeses, and of course another bottle of champagne—I was in culinary heaven. These were the staples of my childhood visits to France, and they brought a bright warmth to my chest as I ate.