Eighteen Playtime
Osiris
I’m not gonna lie, being a sexually active adult makes me happier than I thought it would. I think I’ve just gone so long being held back from basic desires I wasn’t sure if I’d care as much when I finally got it, but being able to slide into this woman whenever I crave is better than anything I could have imagined. Even now after we’ve just finished fucking I find myself craving her, but honestly it’s her fault. She looks so fucking good when she lays there and basks in her afterglow. “Are you gonna admit you’re sore yet?”
I climb in behind her and pull her against me, because even though we probably need a shower I think I cleaned us up enough. I need to hold my girl for a little bit.
“Nope,” she laughs. “I think I need to drink about a gallon of water, though.”
“Probably,” I agree, reaching over to grab a bottle from the nightstand to help her drink it. “You’re always so wet for me, Greg.”
Cringing, she downs about half the bottle and hands it back. “Terrible timing. You’re lucky you earn it, not many guys do.”
I try not to tense at the casual mention of her exes, but I can’t help it. I’m a territorial bastard it seems, maybe it’s because I’ve never had much of my own. “I’m glad. And none of them will ever touch you again.”
“I wasn’t just talking about my own experiences, I mean in general. Most guys don’t understand that it’s not just physical for us. You can do whatever you want to my pussy but if you don’t have me there mentally, it’ll be drier than my mom’s boneless pork chops.”
“That was a gross analogy,” I say with a chuckle, leaning in to kiss and then nip her shoulder. “Let’s go somewhere. Anywhere you want: food, movies, zoo, bookstore. I don’t care, I just want to take you somewhere and hold your hand proudly in public.”
A sly smile plays across her lips. “You said the magic word.”
“Mmhm. Knew you’d pick that one.“ I kiss her lips once, and then get out of bed. It’s hard, it’s always difficult pulling myself away from her, but as we get dressed I find that I’m actually really excited to go out in public with her — especially somewhere she’ll be as happy as a bookstore.
When we get out to the car, she eyes me with curiosity. “Did you learn to drive?”
“Uh...” This might be more embarrassing than being a damn virgin. “I stole a car one time and hit a tree. Mr. Enoch didn’t press charges though.”
She grins as she rounds the front of the car toward the driver’s side door. “So you’re not very good at it. Got it. I’ll teach you one day.”
“Yeah?” I climb inside and nosily look around. “You’d risk your car for me?”
“Are you going to drive it into a tree?” she asks slowly. “Or will you listen and drive a few laps around a parking lot first?”
“Probably the second one.” She lifts an eyebrow at me until I put on my seatbelt, and then throws on some music. “I’ll listen to you. You listen to me so well while I’m inside you, so it’s only fair.”
Her hand slips on the shifter and she ends up in neutral, but she corrects quickly and pretends she didn’t hear me as we pull onto the street.
Oh, she’s fun to mess with.
Slowly, I reach over to slide my hand along her thigh, slipping it between her legs where I can feel the heat of her. I just stay there while she drives and tries to keep her mind occupied by giving me all the basic driving tips I’ve already read, and after a few minutes I can tell my hand is distracting her.
“Si,” she whispers, thighs squeezing me when she stops at a red light. “My windows aren’t tinted.”
“I know.” I brush her center with my pinkie and stare out the window with a smirk. “Have you ever been fucked in public, Sienna?”
She clenches a little tighter, then slowly spreads for me. “No.”
“Have you touched yourself thinking about it?”
So briefly I barely clock it, her eyes flick to mine. “Yes,” she admits quietly. “More than once.”
So fucking beautiful when she’s desperate for me. “I want to play in the bookstore.”
The white-knuckle grip she has on the wheel makes me smirk. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I want to finger you while you scan the shelves for your next read. I’ll sneak up behind you every few minutes, and tease you until you’re soaking wet and desperate for me, and when you beg for it, I’ll finally let you come.”
She jerks so hard the car nearly ends up in the other lane. “Fuck,” she gasps. “That. Yes.”
To get her going I slide my finger up and down along her pussy until she stops at the next light, then let her watch me as I inhale her scent. “After we’re done I want to see the mess we make in your panties.”
The poor thing whimpers as the light turns green, but luckily for her, the bookstore is right around the corner. She parks so violently the transmission makes an angry noise, and I have to fight a laugh at how quickly she scrambles out of the car. I follow her in, and then take a quick turn to hide among the rows of books, giving her a few moments to get lost if she wants to.
It’s not a huge store, so as soon as I decide to seek her out, I spot her sliding her hand along the romance books absentmindedly.
I can tell she’s distracted by the way she’s breathing, none of those titles reaching her mind because I’m all she can think about. It’s empowering and has my cock throbbing a little in anticipation as I finally stalk up behind her and slide my hand down the front of her pants. “You seem lost, beautiful.”
Her whole body tenses under me as her fingers pause on the spine of some jet-black book. “I am,” she whispers. “Very lost.”
“What are you looking for?”
She’s so fucking wet for me I press her body against me so I can grind against her.
“Something hot. Something... dirty. Can you help?” Leaning back, her head tips against my shoulder as she rolls her hips, making me growl and have to fight the urge to bend her over right here.
“Course I can.”
I hook two fingers inside and clamp a hand over her mouth when she moans quietly, making sure we’re not disturbed just yet.
I don’t stop until she digs her nails into my arm and I know she’s about to come, and even though it’s hard as hell, I pull myself away and disappear into a different aisle. I’m so fucking hard I have to grab a random book off the shelf to block it, and take multiple deep breaths before I focus back on her and search her out.
I find her bending over as she scans the bottom shelf, showing off that perfect ass to me. She’s doing it on purpose, I swear.
Good. That makes my job here easy... no mercy.
Once again I sneak up behind her and shove my hand into her panties, grinning when they slip around with ease, and her breathing stops entirely. In seconds her clit is swollen, her body is trembling — this woman is on the verge of screaming for me to let her come so I cover her mouth before she can even think to get out the words. I’m not fucking done with her.
Small whimpers leak out of her in such quick succession I know if I don’t stop she’s about to let go right here, and as much as I want to see that I’m not quite ready for her desperation to be sated.
So I pull me and my throbbing cock away for one more round of torture. I have to walk it off a little longer this time, my breathing patterns just as fucked as hers, and when I can’t take it anymore I hunt her down, spin her around, and wrap one of her legs around me so I can press myself against her center and pin her to the bookshelf. “Don’t make a sound,” I warn, staring into her intoxicating eyes as her pupils blow.
The moment she nods her understanding, I kind of forget where we are completely. I grind against her like if I try hard enough I’ll rip through our clothing, and it feels so goddamn good I have a second where I fear I might come in my damn pants again.
Her breathing, the way her nails are digging into my skin, how her body is naturally moving with me just as hungry to come as mine is, it’s fucking beautiful. “You’re mine.”
She nods quickly as she gasps behind my hand, drawing the attention of an older guy a row in front of me. I see him turn through the gap in the shelf, but aside from him there’s no one around us. I’m not completely positive we’re out of view of the cameras, but just knowing we might not be, and this old man is watching with wide eyes, it pushes me to the point of no return. “Fuck. Get on your knees.”
I shove her down and get my cock out as fast as possible, pushing it between her lips just as my balls tighten, and the feel of her sucking the cum out of my body makes my damn toes curl as I knock a special edition hardback onto the ground.
Sienna tries to pull back before my cock is done pulsing, so I thread my fingers through her hair to hold her in place until she gags. It drags a little more out of me, making my leg shake a little before I finally catch my breath.
After I’m sated I pull her off and tuck myself away, helping her stand so I can feed her the cum that dripped onto her chin with a proud smile.
My beautiful little mess.
“Si, please,” she begs with a barely audible whisper. “It hurts.”
“Does it?” I kiss her lips and tentatively pull away. “Then you should hurry and pick a book, woman.”
She scans my face like she’s waiting for me to say I’m kidding, then lets out an exasperated little sigh as she takes off for the first aisle we visited. It doesn’t take her long to grab the one with the jet black spine and come back to me, all flushed cheeks and shaking hands. “This one.”
“Good girl.” I slap her ass and lead her to the counter to pay, pulling out my cash before she can attempt to find her wallet, and then I drag her out of there by her hand.
She’s full on pouting by the time I shove her into the backseat, and the hopeful look in her eyes when I climb in after her has me fucking melting. What is this woman doing to me?
Teasingly, I pull off her bottoms and grin at her messy panties, and how aroused she smells, the sound of her wet pussy calling to me when I reach out to touch it. “You’re our lookout, baby. Don’t let me get arrested again.”
Before she can respond I drop down as much as I can and lift her up slightly to suck her clit into my mouth, practically grinning when I hear her head fall back against the window.
It’s a tight squeeze back here, but something tells me it isn’t going to take long for her to come for me.
“Oh god, please don’t stop,” she whimpers, twitching and shaking. “Please... pl—”
She stops breathing entirely as she comes all over my tongue, and I make sure to lap up every single drop of it as she tugs at my hair. I’ll never get over how intoxicating she tastes.
Sitting up, I meet her eyes with a grin that only gets wider when I slide three fingers into her dripping pussy and she finally taps out. “Si! Okay, fuck. You win. Holy shit, you win.”
She may not be sore, but she’s damn sure oversensitive enough that she can’t take it anymore. Good enough for me. “Did you have fun playing with me?”
Pulling my fingers out, I suck them clean with my gaze locked on hers as she tries to pull herself together. “Yes, even though I’m pretty sure I can’t ever come back here. I’d do it again.”
“Eh, we’ll be back, and if they’re dicks about it... there’s plenty of stores for us to play in. I want to claim you all over this city.”
Her whole body relaxes against the seat. “Remind me what you won again?”
“We get to act out a scene in one of your books. I’ll let you know when I pick one.” I can tell she’s ready to go home and be lazy, and as much as I want to take her home and fuck her brains out, I talk her into going out to eat instead.
We spend the rest of the day enjoying each other’s company, and stealing public kisses at every opportunity. She even gives me some time behind the wheel in a store parking lot, and for the first time in my life I get to see how it feels to be in an actual relationship. This is my woman, but I’m also her man, and there isn’t anything that will keep me away from her now. In fact, I’d like to see something try.