Man Up Playboy

by Danielle Sibarium

  "I don't mean to be a bitch."

  "Forget it." I turn away from her, realizing I let out more than I wanted. I don't talk about my family life with outsiders. With anyone. And here I didn't just air my dirty laundry, I fucking videotaped it and posted it online for the world to see. "Want some ice for your head?"

  "No, thanks."

  A long moment of silence creeps up on us. It's so heavy, I'm sure the roof is going to cave in.

  "Cooper, you came on so strong," she explains. "I know how guys are. I've seen them play women on both ends of the country at the same time, swearing their unending devotion to each of them. And you've been so evasive about your personal information I thought you were hiding something big."

  "Guys aren't the only ones that two-time."

  "I know. I've seen that, too." Her eyes drop. There's more to this than she's letting on.

  "Some shit head hurt you? Play games with you?" I reach out and brush her hair back behind her ear.

  "No." Her eyes meet mine again. "But you scare the shit out of me."

  "Me?" My nerves tighten and tug on my internal organs. "Why?"

  "First, you're hot and you know it."

  I smirk, not about to let her off so easy. "So are you." I can't help myself. I reach my hand behind her neck and pull her toward me, pull her against me so that we're chest to chest, heart to heart, and she has to look up into my eyes.

  She swallows. "I don't think I've met anyone cockier."

  I shrug. "You call it cocky, I call it confident."

  "Exactly. And now I find out you're Jaxson Stone."

  Here's the letdown. The biggest fucking let down of my life. I let out a long breath.

  "I'm not Jaxson. He's fictional. He doesn't exist except for in the pages of those books, and in Kaycee Dugon's imagination."

  "He exists in millions of women's imagination. The world loves him. And the women, all fantasize about him."

  I dart my eyes off to the side, away from hers hoping not to show how fucking pissed and deflated I am that she can't get past this.

  "Look, I know he's not real as in flesh and blood, but he is. He's you. You are him. You're all hot-alpha-male-hero. You show up and rescue the damsel in distress. I've seen it happen twice today."

  "Okay, the sooner you understand this, the better. I'm no fucking hero. Today was extreme. Things like this don't happen on a regular basis. Don't get me wrong, the way you looked at me earlier, when you were in my arms, I can pretend to be anyone you want. But that's all it will be, pretend. Don't depend on me, or give me credit for being a great guy, because I'm anything but. I'm the complete fucking opposite of Jaxson Stone. And there's one more thing I need you to understand. No one knows. About Jaxson. I mean my buddies do, but that's it. You can't tell anyone. Promise me, Selene."

  "You want me to keep it a secret?"

  "Yes."

  "I can't tell anyone that I got knocked off my feet in the middle of a bar brawl but before I hit the floor, I found myself tucked safely away in Jaxson Stone's arms?"

  "You were in my arms." I growl, surprised at how fucking angry and jealous that statement is making me. "Not his." Even when I manage to so something good, I don't get credit for it.

  "It doesn't matter. You saved me from getting trampled on, and it's hot. So hot I'm at war with myself, hoping you'll pick me up and carry me to your bed, the way you carried me to the car, and scared to death you just might."

  "Tell me what you're afraid of," I keep my tone soft hoping she'll feel more comfortable with me.

  "I'm not sure I'll be okay with being a one night stand, because the truth is I can't stop thinking about you. I just got back home last night, and I've been doing my best to forget you, but you're everywhere. It's all I can do to stay on my toes and not fall for everything you're saying, hook, line and sinker. And because of that, I know one night with you promises to be the most incredible night of my life. It'll stay with me and have meaning that it won't for you."

  She wants me. She fucking wants me. I'm elated and throw nothing happening out the window. Something is going to happen, and it needs to happen right now before I explode.

  "I want to let you in on a secret," I whisper in her ear. "I don't want just one night with you," I confess hating how vulnerable I feel.

  "You don't?"

  "No. And you have no idea what it'll mean to me." My hand moves from the back of her neck towards the front. I trace her lips with my thumb, then press down on her chin, parting her lips just enough to welcome my tongue. My heart picks up speed, it's sprinting and jumping over hurdles as I run my thumb over the moisture on her bottom lip. I wonder where else the moisture is building. I want to taste her, taste her lips, her mouth; taste her skin. My chest tightens with need. Just one kiss. I can handle one overdue, desperate kiss.

  A breathy moan escapes her lips as I make the tiniest move toward her. I feel the effects of that sound, a sound I want to replay and hear amplified, in my pants. I know there's no way in hell I can stop with a kiss. A taste isn't enough to satisfy my pallet.

  I pull back, let my hand drop so that I'm no longer touching her, and turn my back because it's the only way I can do this. The only way I can stop myself from sweeping her up and giving her what she wants. But it's taking a toll on me, my control is wearing thin as my mind runs wild fantasizing about ways I can get her to make that sound again. But that's not why she's here. At least it isn't why I brought her here.

  "I'm sorry, Selene."

  "Are you kidding me?"

  She shoves at my shoulder. Right on the spot I've marked to carry my burden. Of course she hit me right there. Another one of Karma's jokes.

  "You fucking stalk me, practically beg me to give you a chance, and now that I am, you what? You changed your fucking mind?"

  I turn back to face her. Her eyes are on fire. She's feisty, and it's sexy as fuck. I know if I make a move I won't be able to stop. I won't want to stop, and she won't leave here without first-hand knowledge that the most heroic thing about me is my cock.

  "How fucking wrong is it that I'm trying to do the right thing? That I'm fighting the urge to be a prick, because I like that you say no to me? I like the fact that you're not so blinded by how I look and the words I throw at you, that you can walk away. You make me want to stick around and fight for you to say yes."

  "In case your hearing is impaired, I'm saying yes!"

  My instinct is to pick her up and throw her on my bed. Instead, I close my eyes and press my lips together, as if the problem is somewhere in my mouth and not in my pants.

  "Your head. I want to make sure you're okay."

  "Bullshit. Do me a favor. Don't show up at the coffee shop again. Actually, I don't give a fuck if you do because I won't be there anymore." She turns and takes two steps toward the door before panic sets in. She's about to walk out of my life.

  Luckily my stride is longer than hers, she needs four steps to get there, I only need two. Her hand is on the knob. Before she can turn it, I cage her in with my arms, and lean against her. My bottom half is pressing against her, and it's all I can do not to rub my hands over her perfectly shaped ass. All I know is that I'm dangerously close to her, holding the door in place, holding her hostage. All I have to do is keep thinking along these lines, and I won't need to do more than rub against her before I let loose in my pants.

  "Don't you dare walk out on me," my voice is low, gravely. I don't even recognize it.

  "Why not? You promised my wish is your command, and now that I'm taking you up on it, you're backing out."

  "That's not what's going on. You said you didn't want to be alone because of your head."

  She turns to face me. We're eye to eye, and my mouth is close to hers. Too close. I feel the warmth of her breath, and I know I can't pass it up again. I need to feel it. Taste it. Explore it. I keep my eyes glued on hers and lean in closer. We're so close I can feel her without actually touching her. My heart is slamming against my chest, harder than ever. She pre
sses her back against the door and I want to keep her here, just like this. If she only knew how bad I want to lift her up and fuck her. Here. Now.

  "I lied."

  "You did? Why?"

  "It was my way of telling you I wasn't ready to say goodbye."

  She lied because she wanted more time with me. I don't know if it's the alcohol I drank earlier, or if it's her effect on me, but I feel something. Something hot and raw, and for the first time in forever it's not just about getting off. I force down the lump in my throat and brush my lips against hers. They’re soft and sweet and feel a million times better than I imagined. Selene clasps her hands at the back of my neck, her fingers grasp my hair, while she pulls me closer, holds me tighter, deepens the kiss.

  My teeth pull on her bottom lip, before my tongue swipes over it and then invades her mouth. I repeat this again and again. I don't want to break away. I want to kiss her until she surrenders her body to me, until she agrees to live out every decadent thought racing through my mind, including tying her up and fucking her ass.

  A yearning so foreign it terrifies me, shoots through my body. It's overpowering. I can't see beyond this need to touch every single part of her, inside and out. But I fight it, keeping my hands pressed against the door. I allow my mouth to devour hers as I crush my body up against Selene, letting her feel the carnal heat that's about to take control of me. Even if she has a change of heart, it's too late. I need to be inside her, and she's pinned to the door behind her so she can't move, can't escape.

  My name passes her lips in a cry of passion as her fingertips trail down my chest. It's like a thick, layer of protective wrap has been ripped off me, because no one's touch ever made my skin tingle, or my pulse race like this. Her hands curve around my sides, and move around to my back. I feel her pull my shirt taught before she inches it up. I rush to help her remove it, releasing first one arm, and then the other. I can't get it off fast enough. Once it's over my head, she stops to take me in, breathing heavy, with dilated pupils as her mouth lunges for mine and she tosses the shirt to the floor.

  Selene's warm hands travel over the crevices and valleys of my bare skin, stopping every now and then to look in my eyes. Almost as if she's looking for permission or approval.

  "That feels good," I say hoping to encourage her. "Don't stop."

  Her touch sizzles. I feel it branding me. I want those magic hands of hers to touch me everywhere. I groan as they move between us and press against the bulge in my pants. I reach my hand down over hers, encouraging her to curl her fingers around and grip my cock through the material, harder, tighter.

  "I hope you're ready to meet him. Because he's been waiting to come out and play with you."

  Selene's hands move up and unbutton my fly. That's where I stop her. I grab her hands and place them on her tits. "Touch yourself." I whisper as I grasp the back of her thighs and lift her. She wraps her legs tight around my waist, using them to hold on to me. We're in perfect synch.

  "Is this what you want?" I let her sink a bit in my arms and grind my hips into her, pressing her against the door again. I thrust my hips back and forth simulating the motions I hope to be doing for real in a matter of minutes. "Can you feel how much I want you? Do you want it too?"

  She nods.

  "That's not good enough. Tell me, Selene. Do you want to feel my cock inside you?"

  "Yes, Cooper." she moans in my mouth while pulling my hair hard. "I want to feel you inside of me."

  I'm not sure if this is real or if I'm dreaming. I kiss her fast and furious, as if I'm Cinderella and the clock’s striking twelve. I taste a hint of alcohol and something sweet. The remnants of something fruity she had earlier in the night. This isn't enough. I want more. I need more. I wind my hand in her hair and pull it back just enough that she's looking up at me again.

  "I need to know," I don't recognize my voice, it's low and husky; full of emotion. Emotion I don't usually pair with sex. "If I take you to my bed and give you what you want, who are you going to fuck? Cooper or Jaxson?"

  If she were anyone else I wouldn't care. I'd only care that she said "Yes." But I don't usually wait this long for a girl to come around. And I do care. Because I want her to want me, not him. She inhales a long deep breath, and I'm not sure I want to hear the answer.

  "You, Cooper. I want to fuck you."

  I don't say another word. Instead I carry her to my bed. I take care in settling her down, just in case her head is still bothering her. I lean in and inch her shirt up. Afraid she's going to change her mind, I don't stop to enjoy the view. Not yet. Not until it's all off. I unbutton her pants and allow my hands the pleasure of ghosting over her silky skin as I pull them passed her hips and toned thighs, before tossing them to the floor.

  She's lying in front of me in a lacy little, pink thong and matching bra that keeps her tits looking perfectly round even while she's lying down. Her eyes are glossed over with want and need. She's captivated by me, and I want to keep her attention. I'll do a fucking striptease if it guarantees her eyes will keep soaking me in like this.

  I don't let my eyes leave her as I unbutton my pants. I feel the heat of her stare running up and down the length of my body. I'm not surprised that she likes what she sees. I spend a lot of time working out to make sure the gigs keep coming.

  Standing before her naked, I can't keep my hands off her. It's an impulse I can't control. I reach down, pull the cup beneath her perfect mound, and kneed her tit. Her eyes close a moment. I need those eyes back on me. I need to keep her attention on my body. I tweak her nipple hard, eliciting a gasp before her eyes open. Once they do, I reach my free hand down and pump my shaft a few times.

  "Do you like what you see?"

  "Mmm." She answers.

  "You think you're ready for me?"

  She nods.

  "I don't know. Why don't you check and make sure." She doesn't say anything. She hesitates. "Come on, baby it'll feel good I promise."

  Her hand crawls over her stomach to the middle, then down the center of her body. She looks unsure as she gets to the elastic of her panties. My teeth skim over my bottom lip as I wait to see what she does next. Her fingers slide down below, and I see the change in her face as she finds her destination.

  I grab a square foil packet from my wallet while watching, until I'm ready to climb into bed with her. Once I'm next to her, she reaches around her back to unclasp her bra, but I don't let her. I take her hands and hold them both above her head in one of mine, while I pull the other cup down fully exposing both tits, keeping them pushed up and lifted.

  I bring my knee up between her legs, using it to keep them spread. She likes the friction as I rub it against her center, while giving each of her nipples a thorough introduction to my mouth and tongue.

  Her back arcs up toward me as I go back and forth between her breasts alternating between my mouth and my fingers, nibbling and pinching each peak, elongating it, bringing her blood to the surface and increasing the intensity of each touch.

  She wants more. I feel it in the way she's pushing her tit to my mouth, as I lick and flick my tongue around each dark circle before closing my lips around it and sucking. Her hips are rising, grinding against my knee while she moans, head back, eyes closed. I feel her wetness clinging to my skin. I know she's ready, but I need to prolong it.

  "You have such an amazing body, Cooper. I want to touch you."

  "You are touching me, just not with your hands," I whisper reaching my free hand down her side. "I prefer to be touched like this. With every other part of your body. If I let your hands go, you'll get lazy and use them. This way your tits rise up and reach for me while your pussy teases me, letting me feel how much you want me." I cup her ass in my hand and squeeze before reaching for her thong. With my knee working the front, I pull her thong up so that the string rides up between her cheeks. I wish it was my cock lost in the crack of her ass instead. The thought makes me pulse. I pull harder and she gasps, but never asks me to stop.

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p; "I want to fuck you so bad, Selene. I've never wanted anyone more than I want you right now. I'm going to be gentle with you. This time. Because I already know I want more of you, so get it through your head, it's not just one night. This is just the first night."

  I bring my mouth down on hers. I can feel her submission in her kiss, in the way she continues to let me lead as she writhes beneath me, dripping her wetness against my skin.

  Her body is pleading with me to enter and fill her. I'm on the greatest high of my life as I remove her thong and roll the condom on. Once I'm on top of her again I recapture her wrists in my hand and bring them back over her head.

  Her entire body is glossing over with a thin sheen of sweat. She's moaning and calling my name, her tone begging me to take her. She's ready for me, ready to be thoroughly fucked. I ease myself into her, which takes a world of restraint since all I want to do is ram into her over and over again. But I don't want to hurt her. Next time I promise myself. Next time I can be rougher, push her harder.

  She gasps as her hooded eyes close and I press my full length into her. She lifts her knees allowing me in deeper, as deep as I can go. I fucking hate that I have this condom on. It dulls the feeling, and that's what I'm longing for, feeling what it's like to be inside her. I want to know what the walls of her pussy feel like around my cock without any barriers. I want to know if she's as silky as I imagine. I consider reaching down and inserting a finger or two into her, along with me, testing her limits, seeing how much she can take, but I'm not sure it won't freak her out. Next time I keep telling myself. The thought of doing everything I'm imagining to her has me teetering on the edge of ecstasy. It's like I took a fucking drug that's enhancing each and every sensation.

  I lift my upper body enough to look at her face. Those blue eyes meet mine with a desperate need. They hold me, lock me in place, and a connection is made. A connection I've never had before. It feels like invisible shackles have been slapped on my wrists. I'm chained to her like a prisoner, and my only freedom, my only pleasure is fucking her hard and hearing her scream my name. My brain attempts to process the noise I hear. She's moaning. My name is coming from those swollen, pink lips. I can't respond, I'm lost in this moment. Lost in the passion of her eyes. The eyes that make me feel like I'm the luckiest person alive.