Playing For Love

by J. C. Grant

  “David,” she breathed, her hands fisting in my hair. Her low, husky moan urged me on as I plunged my tongue into her swollen cunt. Fucking her.

  So sweet.

  I never gave much thought to the smell or taste of a woman's cunt before, but Austin's was right as her voice, as hot as her body, and more addictive than any drug I ever heard of. I couldn't get enough of it. I loved eating her pussy in the morning—I could taste her on my lips all day. I felt marked those days.

  Claimed.

  I fucking loved those days.

  My tongue plunged back into her, getting another taste before I stood. Forcing myself to stay focused, to calm down before I fucked her senseless. My sole reason for this was to make some headway getting in that ass.

  Claiming another part of her.

  She groaned her frustration at the loss of my mouth.

  “Hang on, I'm gonna take care of you,” I muttered huskily, knowing I would. Kicking off my shoes, I quickly yanked my shorts down. The weight of the water making it easy. My socks came off last. I looked up to see her watching me with a lazy smile. Amused by my little struggle with my wet socks.

  Standing, I turned her around.

  She let out a disappointed sound as I grabbed her shampoo. Seconds after I started washing her hair, massaging her scalp, she was groaning, her body relaxing and arching, making my dick painfully hard. I took my time, washing her, cleaning her, sliding my hands over her body and along her curves with long, slow strokes. Getting her nice and pliant for my plans.

  Little sighing moans escaped her as I worked my way down, kneeling before her once again. Austin leaned back against the wall, her eyes closing and her head tilting up. My hand slid over her hips as the other gently washed her pussy, teasing her, before pushing in with one thick finger. She groaned and her hips thrust out, her hands roaming, looking for something to hold on to as my thumb massaged her clit.

  She was close. She was going to give me what I wanted.

  “Come on, sweet girl. Come for me. Give it to me.” My eyes darted between her face and her swollen clit then back, gaging her reaction. “Be my good girl.”

  She shivered, those two words always aroused her, good girl. I said it again, and she writhed, riding my hand, her cunt suckling my finger.

  The water cascaded down her body, over my hand, and to her pretty, soft pussy, creating trails as it rinsed the soap away.

  “You want it?” she panted, her hips shifting.

  “Fuck yeah, I want it.” I pulled her leg up and over my shoulder, giving me a better view and easier access.

  My mouth covered her clit, my tongue teasing and massaging. I pushed two fingers into her. Her hot, tight flesh engulfed my fingers, pulling them in. Suckling. My other hand slid up along the back of her thigh before slipping my fingers between her ass cheeks, soaping her crack and puckered flesh. She tensed. I worked that tender spot inside her pussy, ruthlessly, sucking her clit until she started quaking. When her hands fisted in my hair, pulling my face into her needy cunt, I massaged her tight ring of muscle.

  This was how I needed her, desperate, wanting me as badly as I wanted her.

  I sucked and licked her clit like a starving man. Her body jerked as an orgasm moved through her and I pushed my middle finger through that tight ring, forcing her to take it.

  “Fuck, David.” Her whimpered words stirred the beast in me.

  I pushed into her ass deeper until I got a little, pained cry from her. It was fucked up how much I loved those pained noises, knowing I caused them, knowing she loved it. I ruthlessly worked her G-spot, getting her to relax.

  “Fuck, I want your ass so bad,” I breathed.

  I wanted to own every inch of her, to mark every part of her. The soap helped glide my thrusting finger in and out of her puckered hole. A shiver ran up my spine as I imagined sinking into it. I sucked her clit hard again as I pushed a second finger in.

  “Ow,” she cried, panicked. “David. No. No.”

  “Shhh,” I soothed, working her pussy to distract her. “Just relax. Let me have it.”

  “It hurts,” she whimpered beautifully.

  “Relax,” I coaxed. A sick satisfaction crawled through me. “Deep breath, sweetheart. Relax your body. I'll make it feel so good. Just relax a little.”

  “I'm trying.” Her voice was strained.

  Tonguing her clit until I felt that ring of muscle give a little. Soon she was thrusting into my face and that muscle relaxed completely. I slid in deeper and felt a tremor run through her as I stimulated the nerve endings.

  “David.”

  My cock jerked at her soft rasp and I dove into her pussy with a savage hunger. I was getting that ass soon. And my girl was about to come on my face. If she rode my face every day, I wouldn't be insecure about Zach or anyone else. This was more intimate to her than sex. She could put up walls the rest of the time, but like this... she was stripped bare. The armor was gone. She was exposed.

  Her body bucked as I ate her with determination, begging her with my lips and tongue to come for me while gently fucking her ass with two soapy fingers. Within seconds, she was giving me what I wanted. Her juices flooded my mouth as she moaned and writhed above me. Yanking my hair, she rode my face shamelessly. It was fucking Heaven, her body responding to me so perfectly, giving me what I needed, trembling above me, because of me.

  Fuck. If I didn’t get inside her, I was gonna come. Come from her taste on my tongue.

  “Fuck me. Fuck me while I'm still coming,” she moaned.

  Taking one last, deep lick, I sucked more of her sweet cream into my mouth.

  Hooking my other arm under her leg, I quickly stood, lifting her up, keeping my fingers in her ass. I pressed her against the tile and angled my hips, pushing in hard and fast. Her cunt gripped my cock with force as her body shivered with the double penetration. Her hands tightened in my hair, trying to pull herself up. I knew what she wanted. She wanted relief from the fullness. I had her strung up, two fingers buried deep in her ass, her right leg hooked over my arm, and her knee pinned up by her chest.

  “Hook your leg around me.” I huffed as I thrust into her. My cock pounding into her pussy with my fingers buried deep in her ass was fucking bliss. I wanted my cock pushing into that tight flesh, pushing her to orgasm

  “Fuck, David,” she breathed, as she hooked her leg around mine, her heel digging into the back of my thigh. “Oh, fuck me. Just do it.”

  “Oh.” A guttural groan tore out of me. Pushing my fingers in and out, in sync with my thrust, I could feel my cock through the thin membrane inside her. “Fuck, sweetheart.”

  I was overcome with want, plunging into her harder, momentarily forgetting my strength.

  “Ohhh,” she cried as I battered her sensitive body, taking pleasure from her. “David.”

  Her voice sounded on the verge of tears, bringing me back to my senses.

  “Sorry. You okay?”

  “Yes,” she hissed. “Don't stop.”

  I pressed my forehead to hers as I let go, losing myself in her. My lips were on hers, soft and lush, while I fucked her viciously.

  I felt her muscles trembling and her body quivering as her orgasm approached.

  “Come for me.”

  Her head pressed against the tile, a pained expression on her face. “Oh. Fuck. David. David,” she shouted as I pushed her into a hard orgasm.

  Her pussy clamped down on me, her ass squeezing and pulsing around my fingers, her legs shaking. She moaned a loud, long “oh” as her body shook inside and out.

  “Just like that. So good.” I thrust a few more times. Then I held deep inside her, letting her milk my cock, hoping this one would take and get her swollen with my baby. Just the thought had my cock jerking, spurting hard into her.

  I held us there until she drained me dry. When I felt my cum leaking out of her, my lips caught hers again, gentle but claiming. Her hands gripped my neck pulling me to her, her lips trembling under mine. Her entire body was still quiverin
g.

  Carefully, I eased my fingers out of her, then my cock, and set her down.

  “Fuck, that was good.” I pressed my lips to her forehead. “You okay?”

  “Mmm.” She seemed a little dazed as she stood there.

  I grabbed some soap and started washing my body. A moment later, I felt her hands roaming my back lovingly.

  “I love you,” she breathed.

  “I love you,” I rasped.

  I turned, my soapy hands gripping her ass and washing her gently.

  “Am I dirty again?” she teased.

  “Oh, yeah,” I growled.

  “Well, it was fun.”

  “I'm glad you liked it.”

  “I like everything you do to me,” she murmured.

  “Even if you don't think you will,” I reminded her.

  After rinsing her off, I turned off the shower and grabbed a towel, wrapping her in it. I placed a kiss on the back of her shoulder and walked past her to get the gray sweats she seemed to love and an age-faded Rob Zombie tee.

  I heard the sink turn on and knew she was washing her face.

  “What do you want to wear? I have your leggings, sweat shorts, and joggers.”

  “Joggers. And a tank.”

  Of course. More material on her ass means less on top.

  “How ‘bout a tee?” I tried.

  “It will look too sloppy.”

  Ugh.

  We quickly got dressed, and then I grabbed our stuff and opened the office door. I noticed Kelly, the new girl, hanging around the office whenever Austin was here. I didn't know what that was about, but I was going to have a talk with her. If she was just into listening to people fuck, that was one thing, but if she was attracted to Austin or me, that was another.

  “Kelly, need something?” I asked, standing in the hall.

  “No, sir.” Kelly jumped at my voice.

  “Hi, Kelly,” Austin greeted, stepping in front of me.

  My hand immediately landed on the side of her neck, gripping lightly. Austin was always nice to her, but now I was going to be watching. I wasn't open to sharing my wife with anyone.

  “Um, Mr. Taylor, are you going to be making the new schedule soon?”

  Ah fuck.

  Huffing an annoyed breath through my nose, I closed my eyes as my head tilted up. I was so obsessed with Austin, I hadn't been taking care of the gym. I was meaning to hire a manager, but then I met Austin. Now, I really needed to get someone to takeover managing the gym, especially if I was going to play ball for a few more seasons, which was another thing I needed to talk to Austin about. I opened my eyes and realized my hand had shifted on Austin's throat, pulling her flush to me.

  Relaxing my grip, I looked at Kelly, who was focused on my restraining hand. “I'll do it tomorrow,” I assured her.

  “Okay. Thank you.” Her eyes darted up to mine before she scampered off, looking more intrigued with us than before.

  Chance came barreling out of the office when I called him, and we made our way by the front desk.

  “Let's get Chinese food,” Austin declared as the valet opened the door for her—a good fifteen feet before we got there—immediately dampening my golden pussy high.

  Shawn... Fucker's got a crush on her.

  I could see the signs: always eager to wait on her, helping her with any little thing, and waiting at the door like a puppy when he knows she's coming.

  I moved past Austin and grabbed the door from him. “I got it. Thanks. Get the truck,” I ordered gruffly.

  “Oh, I did. Soon as I saw you were done with your workout.”

  That meant the little shit knew how long we were in the office and he was still salivating over her. Everyone knew we were fucking in there—Austin was loud and the office was only partially soundproofed.

  “Where do you wanna go?” I used that deep growl she responded to, and her breath hitched as she walked by.

  “Um...” She cleared her throat as she walked to the truck. “How about Mr. Chow? I've never been there.”

  Shawn opened the doors for her and Chance before I could.

  Eager little fucker.

  I walked around, getting in the driver’s seat, watching as Shawn put my family in the truck. It was minor, it was nothing, but in a way, he was taking my place, and I didn't like it. I settled into the truck, watching him fuss over them. When he finally made eye contact with me, I lifted my chin in a brief acknowledgement, letting him know I saw him and I wasn't impressed.

  “Let's do Chow's when it's not to-go.” I reached over, entwining our fingers, squeezing and pulling her attention away from a waving Shawn. When she looked at me I suggested, “How ‘bout Koi?”

  She considered it for a moment. “Okay.”

  I used our joined hands to put the truck in drive.

  “So you haven't said anything about the file,” I said, looking over at her before pulling out of the drive into traffic.

  “Well... I don't know what to say. We have plenty of money right now.”

  “What do you think about me playing again—just for three years?” I pulled our joined hands into my lap, barely resisting the urge to rub the back of her hand against my dick.

  “Financially, it would be the wise choice in the long run, since I don't bring anything to the table.” She sounded disappointed.

  “Hey.” I tugged on her hand. “I don't care. I wanna take care of you. Taking care of you is my job.”

  “I want to know I can make it on my own,” she insisted quietly.

  “I don't want you to make it on your own. I don't want you to be able to make it without me.”

  She stilled.

  “I thought you supported me having a career,” she accused lowly.

  “I do, but I don't want you to be able to survive without me.” My eyes cut to her. “I can't survive without you.”

  She sighed and her body relaxed. “That's different, David. That's not the same thing at all.”

  “Yeah, it is. You wanna feel independent. Financially. Emotionally.” I paused. “I want you completely dependent on me.”

  I could see her chest rising and falling faster. She was getting upset. Then she hissed, “Why did you convince me to write? I never would've married you if I knew you didn't support me having a career.”

  Shit. That fucking hurt. Just hearing her say the words “I never would've married you…” She cut me deeper than I thought possible. I was bleeding inside, quickly filling with an anger born from fear.

  “I don't want anyone having power over you.” I couldn't hide the hurt and anger in my voice.

  “Just you,” she added bitterly.

  “I want you in a position to tell 'em to fuck themselves when they try to take advantage of you.”

  When she didn't respond, I looked over at her. The emotionless mask she wore reflected back to me in the passenger side window.

  “I want you to need me.”

  “I do, David,” she whispered.

  “Do you?” I demanded roughly.

  Her green eyes met mine then.

  “Then why won't you take an active role in my life? Make decisions. Tell me what you want, like you did with the office.”

  “Okay.” Her voice was small. I wanted her to be assertive, or at least fight with me.

  “I've been pushing my way into your life and pulling you into mine.” Glancing over at her, I couldn't read her; she was closing off. “Take over the house, make changes. I'll still control everything you need me to, but mark your place in my life. Own it. Claim it.”

  “I will. I'm just not comfortable enough yet.” Her voice was rising, finally getting some real bite.

  “You took over the office without hesitation,” I reminded her.

  “So.” She paused. “Maybe it won't take that long then,” she laughed, melting all my tension away. When I looked over, her face was flushed.

  I had to keep reminding myself she had serious trust issues that were constantly being pushed with Dawn—just like mine
were with Zach—which was why I needed her to start taking over our home, give me some kind of security. In order for me to get what I wanted...

  I gotta get rid of Dawn.

  I could still see it in Austin's eyes sometimes. Her desire to run. To get away from me and the emotions I made her feel, especially the emotions stirred-up by Dawn. I hadn't challenged her, “go ahead. Run. I'll chase you” though I wanted to. I was afraid she would think about it, plan it. Leave her car and phone at home, take a cab to the bank, get cash... It would take Fergus longer to track her down.

  “Do you know what you want from Koi?” I changed the subject.

  “Something good.”

  Her light teasing tone relaxed me. I pulled up the number for Koi and called, ordering us several things. Too many things, but better safe than sorry. I wasn't getting home and there not being anything she liked. I added an extra order of lemon chicken for Chance.

  He was perfect, housebroken and behaved as if he had been trained—not that he understood anything aside from stay and no, but he took cues amazingly well. We got really lucky with him.

  I played with her delicate fingers as we drove in silence, listening to some hard rock station.

  When we arrived at Koi I parked in front, getting out I muttered, “Be right back.”

  Walking into the surprisingly empty restaurant, I could feel Austin's eyes on me.

  “I called in an order to-go,” I said, getting the hostess's attention.

  She looked up and her expression shifted from bored to elated. “Oh.” Then her voice turned girlish and high-pitched. “David Taylor?”

  I nodded.

  “Wow. Are you having a party with all this food?” she flirted shamelessly.

  “Just me, my wife, and our dog,” I answered succinctly. I just wanted to get the food and get out of there.

  I watched as she visibly deflated.

  “Oh.” Then she pushed her chest out in what she seemed to think was a sexy pose and twirled her hair. “I heard it was just a publicity stunt, you know, a rumor started by her agent.”