Excerpt Mr. Play for Keeps
Stephanie
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
“Nah, don’t run now.”
The rhythmic sounds of our sweaty bodies colliding together bounced off the four walls of the powder room, creating a sensual soundtrack that heightened each of my senses and caused my body—and mind—to short-circuit in the process. His large hands gripped my waist, holding me right where he wanted. With my chin tucked into my chest, legs spread slightly apart, back arched like a cat, and the material of my dress pushed toward the middle of my back, he repeatedly hit the spot that rocketed me straight out of the stratosphere into the exosphere.
“Where’s the shit-talking, ’bout-your-business ass chick you said you were when you were massaging my dick underneath the table twenty minutes ago? Huh?” Slowly, he withdrew until only the tip of his dick remained nestled inside of my walls. “This is what you wanted, right? You wanted this dick, told me it was nothing to handle it during this crowded ass event, didn’t you?” His hips rocked forward, delivering a series of shallow thrusts.
The effects were dizzying.
“K-Knight, please.”
“Please what?” he taunted, slamming into me.
“Fuck.”
Nathaniel chuckled, leaning forward to brush his lips to the back of my neck, then my bare shoulder. The well-groomed hairs of his beard tickled the skin there. “You want me to stop?” he asked, alternating between shallow and deep thrusts.
I opened my mouth to respond, but the words were snatched away and replaced with a hiss as Nathaniel glided a hand between my legs, parted my lower lips, and strummed his thumb over my clit. With the other hand, he threaded his fingers through my curls and gently pulled my hair, turning my head until our breaths mingled.
“Was that a yes?”
“Unh.”
His hold tightened and his strokes slowed. It felt so good. He felt so good. I wanted this feeling to last forever.
Forever.
The word reverberated through my mind. The shiver that worked down my spine had nothing to do with Nathaniel’s tongue lazily drawing circles along the sensitive spot on my neck or the masterful way he fucked me. Instead, it had everything to do with the panic holding my heart in a vice-like grip and threatening to chase away the sensations overtaking my body.
“I didn’t catch that.” Nathaniel pistoned his hips forward, effectively silencing my inner thoughts. “You said you want me to stop?”
“Nooo.” Damn Nathaniel and his supercalifragilistic, soul-splitting dick. “Please don’t stop.” Had me actually calling him Knight, the nickname I’d given him because the night we crossed the line, he’d swooped in like a knight in an expensive business suit to save me from wallowing in self-pity.
He flashed me a smirk that would’ve melted away my panties had he not confiscated them and stuffed them into the pocket of his suit jacket that hung on the back of the bathroom door.
“I won’t stop until you ask me,” he promised, rotating his hips in a circular motion, somehow stroking me deeper than before.
Truthfully, if Nathaniel denied me this orgasm after sexting, flirting, and teasing me all morning and well into this afternoon, I would strangle him with his necktie. I had no idea how I would explain his murder to Hayden and Daxton because someone would question why we were in the bathroom together, which would probably result in me confessing how we’d been humping like rabbits in heat, on-and-off, since their wedding night almost five months ago.
Then there was the matter of Daxton’s parents.
While I’d warmed up to Mrs. Jamison, who had been instrumental in helping me and Nathaniel plan this baby shower, I still couldn’t stand Daxton’s father. Knowing how dramatic Mr. Jamison could be, his reaction to a dead body being found in his home would garner the most attention, especially since Nathaniel was the son of the former United States Attorney for the District of Columbia. Either way, I didn’t care. However, death would dampen this joyous occasion, and withholding an orgasm wasn’t a justifiable excuse to end someone’s life. Even if that someone was Nathaniel Reed, the best friend of my best friend’s husband.
My eyes rolled heavenward from the sheer force of his thrusts. The moans and incoherent words spewing from my mouth grew louder and louder.
“You trying to get us caught?”
“You know I’m not,” I grunted, pushing back to meet him stroke for stroke. “Yes. Just. Like. That.”
“You like when I fuck you like this, don’t you?” he asked, delivering a heavy smack to my ass.
The delicious sting against my heated skin sent shockwaves coursing through my body. “Yessss.”
“Then keep throwing this ass back and fuck me like this dick belongs to you.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. If the guaranteed results were me cumming all over him again, I would do anything Nathaniel asked with little to no pushback on my part. I lowered my body until my breasts met the black marble countertop and lifted a leg, earning me another hard smack.
“Ouch! Shit, that hurts.”
“But you like it.”
I did, but he didn’t need to know how the sudden infliction of pain made me wetter. Refusing to answer Nathaniel, I raised up on my elbows in defiance and locked eyes with him in the mirror, while fucking him back.
Nathaniel chuckled at my stubbornness. “You ain’t gotta say a thing.” He pulled out; the quickness of his movement momentarily caught me off guard. “But she,” there was a pause as he dropped to his knees and used his thumb and index fingers to spread my folds, “heard me, and she’ll tell me what I wanna know. Right, baby girl?”
The warmth of his breath fanning my core, the huskiness of his voice, and hearing the endearment he’d given my pussy the first time we had sex did something to me. I shivered in anticipation, knowing I was at the mercy of a selfless lover whose only goal was to please me.
Nathaniel never disappointed.
However, he was also excruciatingly patient. No amount of begging or rushing prompted him to go faster than he wanted to, and in this moment, Nathaniel was moving at a snail’s pace. It frustrated the hell out of me, but at the same time, I felt treasured as he gazed on the most intimate part of my body.
“I know I’ve told you this before, but you are so beautiful.”
Inside of my chest, my heart fluttered, and butterflies performed aerial acrobatics in my belly at the admiration in his tone. But there was no reason to thank him. The compliments weren’t meant for me, although he’d told me the same countless times. Right now, they were for her—my pussy. This was his time with his favorite girl, and while they spoke, all I could do was wait and hope he’d fuck me soon.
“Look at you,” he continued, his voice filled with a sense of awe and … pride. “You’re glistening, baby girl. You know how to keep me happy, so I can keep Angel cumming.”
I sucked my teeth, wanting to be annoyed at the nickname Nathaniel had given me, without explanation, but I couldn’t ignore the way my belly flipped and flopped or the heat that flooded every part of my body. There was something about the way the word rolled of his tongue that threatened to unravel me at the seams. Still, he didn’t need to know I enjoyed hearing it. I opened my mouth to tell him off, but my mind was too far gone to say anything. Not that Nathaniel provided me with the opportunity to do so before his thick, long finger ran up and down my pussy lips. My knees threatened to buckle under the weight of his ministrations and the naughty declarations and praises he whispered.
“See, she loves it when I touch you like this, don’t you, Angel?” He didn’t give me a chance to respond, adding, “That’s why you’re so wet. And when I kiss you like this,” Nathaniel leaned forward to press his mouth to my slit, making me quiver, “she starts shaking.” His hands gripped my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. “But my favorite reaction is when I …”
Nathaniel closed his full lips around my clit, suckling it into his mouth with such intensity, I couldn’t think or get a handle on the sensations holding my body hostage. My leg dropped from the sink at the same time my hand bumped into a vase of artificial flowers littering the counter space.
“Did I tell you to do that?”
He rose to his full six-foot-one-inch height, bent me over, and grabbed my right leg, repositioning it back on the counter. “Don’t make me fix it again,” he growled in my ear. The smell of my arousal on his breath wafted to my nose, sending my mind into overdrive. “Unless you wanna add three more to the total. Is that what you want?”
Yessss. I didn’t know a single woman who would turn down six orgasms. But the tiny voice of reason buried somewhere underneath the haze of lust, quietly reminded me that we were at a baby shower celebrating Hayden and Daxton’s first child, our goddaughter. We’d already been away for too long, and I was sure Hayden, Daxton, his parents, or anyone of the one hundred and twenty-five guests were looking for us.
Besides, I was still reeling from the two orgasms he’d gifted me as punishment for keeping him waiting three minutes after the time we agreed to meet.
“We gotta get back,” I half-moaned, half-whined.
“I know.”
The softness of his voice caressed my ears like a gentle breeze, but the weight of his words hit me hard. My head snapped up, and an audible gasp slipped from my lips as our gazes connected in the mirror. His dark brown eyes—framed by thick, bushy brows—appeared almost black, and bore into me with unnerving intensity. He didn’t blink, and I wondered if it was intentional. His unwavering stare couldn’t hide the emotions swimming in his eyes. Emotions I immediately recognized but refused to acknowledge. I couldn’t, for fear I would ruin this moment or ruin him. They spoke the words Nathaniel would never utter, spoke of his true feelings for me while secretly pleading with me not to leave. If I could, I would never leave, but I can’t stay.