Play (Stage Dive 2)

“You know you could have been one hell of a salesman.” He was so convincing, I almost felt bad for the soft cotton of my long-sleeved top,. “I’m wearing a bra. But my ni**les really appreciate your concern.”

“Yeah, your bra’s in on it too. They’re both against you.”

“No way!” I said. He made it damn hard not to smile.

“I know, right? Thank f**k I’m here to deal with these things.”

“How about we go upstairs and I take my shirt and bra off, would that ease your mind?”

“I’d definitely feel a lot better if you did that, yes.”

“Well, alrighty then. Race you.” I jumped to my feet, barreling up the stairs, giggling. Mal’s arm came around me from behind, lifting me off my feet, pulling me back up against his chest.

“I win,” he said, and carried me into the apartment where we both won, big-time.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Fingers were playing with me. Clever fingers.

My alarm hadn’t gone off for work yet. It was just before dawn. Sleep, however, wasn’t an option with him stirring me up the way he was. Since when was Mal a morning person? Answer, since he wanted sex.

God bless him for his base desires.

I lay on my stomach with him beside me, the hardness and heat of his body a wonderful thing to wake up to. Ever so gently, he stroked me between my legs. He trailed his knuckles softly back and forth along the seam of my sex. Everything low in me tensed in approval. I arched my pelvis, giving him better access to my pu**y. We’d dragged my mattress out into the living room, away from the destruction of my wooden bed frame, and gone at it again last night.

“You awake?” he asked, voice husky from sleep.

“No.”

He trailed kisses down my spine, making me get all quivery. The graze of his stubble made for a delicious tactile sensory whatever. Yeah, I was still half asleep.

“Okay, don’t mind me. I just need something. Shouldn’t take too long … I’ll try not to disturb you.”

“Mm, thanks.”

His hard-on prodded my thigh. Then a strong hand slid beneath my hips, lifting. “Up,” he said, sliding the soft bulk of a pillow under me. “This is sweet. Anne, really, your ass looks great raised up like this.”

Wet fingers slid around my clit, turning me on like nobody’s business. He circled and stroked and tickled in turn, touching me just right. My thigh muscles tensed, knees digging into the bed. Damn, the man knew what he was doing. I clutched at the sheets, already breathing hard. It would be futile to try and express exactly how much I enjoyed having him touch me. Especially when my brain had shut down for the duration. I moaned in disappointment when he took to kneading my butt cheeks instead, trailing his fingers up and down my thighs.

“Wider,” he murmured, pushing my legs farther apart. The mattress shifted beneath me as he moved into place. From behind wasn’t my favorite position, but I had no doubt Mal could make it work. The man had skills.

There was the crinkle of a condom wrapper as he changed over to teasing me one-handed. Even just one of his hands was pretty damn good. Then the broad head of his c**k nudged my sex. I squeezed my eyes shut, pushed back against him, groaning as he slid into me. With his c**k filling me, there was no room for thought. I could only feel.

So damn good.

The way he gripped my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh, gave this tiny thrill of pain. He was truly a whole-body experience, quite possibly involving the astral plane. There were all the usual five senses and then something more I couldn’t begin to describe. Something addictive only he could give me. If my brain had been working, I would have been worried about this.

Big hands stroked over my back. Then the heat of his body covered me. Teeth nipped the lobe of my ear, stinging. My shoulders hitched and my muscles clenched.

“Ah, yeah. Fuck, that’s hot.” Mal pushed himself hard into me. Like he could get any deeper … as if. “You’re a lazy lay in the morning, Anne.”

“Hmm. I did all the work last night in the limousine.”

He chuckled, his chest moving against my back. Then he flexed his hips, pushing in, then drawing out, making every inch of me tremble. With his arms set on either side of me, he proceeded to f**k me leisurely into the mattress. My butt jiggled and it didn’t matter one iota. Not with Mal buried inside me. It seemed to take forever for him to pick up the pace. And he called me lazy. I needed more. Pushing my h*ps back against him, I urged him on. He got the message, moving faster, going harder. Sweat dripped off of him, onto me.

Gray noise filled my ears and white light filled my head. So damn close I could taste it. The sublime knot of tension drew tighter, but it wasn’t quite enough.

Yes.

YES.

But no. Shit. Damn it.

Mal ground himself against me, groaning. His c**k jerked deep inside me.

I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding myself tense until I collapsed facedown on the mattress. Made it kind of hard to breathe. I turned my head to the side, concentrated on catching my breath, on letting go of the ache. I’d almost gotten there, a first for the position.

Never mind, I just needed to think happy thoughts. Good thoughts. You couldn’t win every time.

Mal pulled out of me and fell onto the bed at my side. Outside, birds were singing. The faint hum of traffic came from not too far away. Nate was clumping around in the apartment next door.

“Anne?”

“Yes?” I rolled onto my back.

Mal was busy pulling off the used condom and tying a knot in it. Then he rolled off the mattress and walked into the bathroom.

“What, Mal?”

The toilet flushed. He walked back out, face carefully blank. We’d only been sleeping together for approximately five minutes and this felt weird. Like all relationships didn’t have their average sex moments. But did he know? I couldn’t tell. Maybe he was about to ask about breakfast or comment on the weather.

I pulled up the sheet, covering myself. “What’s wrong?”

“Is something wrong there?” he asked, tipping his chin.

“What, with me? No.”

“You sure about that?”

“Yes.” Mostly.

He knelt at the end of the mattress, watching me. “We need to talk.”

“Okay.”

“You won’t need this.” He grabbed the sheet, pulling it down, exposing me.

Right, fine. I started to sit up, needing to be in more of a position of power. The big ape grabbed my ankles, dragging me down. My back bounced on the bed, teeth clattering.