Playing Hard to Get (The Players)

THIS WOMAN IS like no other I’ve ever been with.

Sure, Joanna is like women I’ve met. Women I’ve known.

She’s just not like any of the women I’ve ever…fucked.

Or maybe that’s on me for not getting to know them well, or at all. In the past, I was very much a believer in the fuck ‘em and leave ‘em philosophy. Now that I’ve got this woman in my arms, it’s kind of a bullshit theory.

I actually enjoy getting to know Joanna. Savoring her. Learning what she might like. What turns her on. What she considers hot and filthy.

Which means I need to ramp it up, so I can give her what she wants.

Gladly.

Tugging on the waistband of her pants, I start to pull them off of her, lifting away, so she can rise up and let them slide down. I keep my pace slow, revealing her matching cream-colored panties. Her thighs. Her knees, her calves, her bare feet. She must’ve kicked off the sandals somewhere in my room.

Not that it matters. I have a mostly naked and beautiful woman lying in front of me, and she’s shaking.

“Cold?” I run my hand across her lower belly, just above the waistband of her panties. Her skin is extra soft there. Mostly likely rarely touched. I dip my head, raining kisses on that exact spot, and her shivering intensifies.

“Nervous,” she admits softly.

I lift my gaze to hers, watching her watch me. “Don’t be nervous.”

“I can’t help it. It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone. Someone else.”

I really don’t want to hear about her ex-boyfriend, the cheating douchebag, so I try to distract her.

Darting out my tongue, I lick the skin just above her panties, my gaze never leaving hers. “Is this hot enough for you?”

A soft exhale of breath leaves her when I slip my tongue just beneath the thin fabric. “It could be—hotter,” she admits.

“Definitely not filthy.” I barely tug her panties down, the heat of her blasting me, as I breathe in her heady, musky scent. “Though it’s gonna be.”

“Promises, promises,” she breathes.

Look at her, challenging me.

I lift away from her pussy, sliding my fingers over the front of her panties, cupping her. Her eyelids waver, her lips part, and I can tell she’s panting. “Should I fuck you with my fingers?” I brush my thumb across her panties, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. “Or my mouth?”

“Oh, now that was filthy.” The words rush out of her, her eyes wide.

“Well? What will it be?” I dip my head, breathing deep, my gaze zeroed in on the spot where I’m stroking her with my thumb. The fabric is wet, soaked with her juices. “Fingers or mouth?”

“I’m—greedy,” she chokes out when I apply pressure in the vicinity where her clit is.

“So both?” When she nods her agreement, I murmur, “You asked for it.”

Just before I start my exploration.

I’ve never been much into kissing—until Joanna—but I have zero issues with eating pussy. My problem is I’m impatient. I always rush through to the good stuff—again with me wanting nothing but penetration, when I’ve been leaving behind some pretty great action.

Like this.

I push the thin, damp fabric aside, exposing her pussy for the first time. There’s a tiny strip of dark, curly hair above all of that glistening pink flesh, and she spreads her thighs a little bit, like she’s silently telling me to get on with it.

God, she’s hot. Literally. When I touch her with my index finger, it sinks into all that creamy wetness and fuck.

She’s so damn soft.

Hurriedly I get rid of her panties, until she’s completely bare for me.

Beautiful. Perfect. And tonight, she’s all mine.

I trace the seam of her pussy, spreading her open with two fingers. She arches her hips upward, exposing more of her, and I lick my lips, studying her carefully, just before I lean in and press my face against her.

“Oh God,” she chokes out, her hands grasping at my hair, holding me to her.

Slipping my hands beneath her butt, I lick her from her pussy to her ass, lifting her up, tasting her everywhere I can reach. No spot is untouched by my tongue, and she starts chanting those same words over and over again.

Oh God, oh God, oh God—

I lick and suck, sliding a finger inside her. Then another. I fuck her with my fingers at a slow yet steady pace as I press my tongue flat against her clit, covering as much area as I can before I wrap my lips around the little bit of flesh and suck on it.

Hard.

She rides my fingers, her hands falling from my hair to grasp at the sheets, gathering them in her fists as she grinds beneath my mouth. I increase my pace, adding another finger, stretching her wide, filling her up, and her clit pulses against my lips.

Damn, she’s close.

My gaze flicks up to find her watching me with a heavy-lidded gaze, her lips parted by her pants, her eyes falling completely shut when we make contact. I curl my fingers deep inside her, trying to hit that spot that gets a woman off, and her entire body goes tense, her muscles straining.

“Knox.” My name is a plea falling from her lips, her head thrown back, her hand returning to my head, fingers tugging on my hair, smashing my face against her pussy.

I devour her with enthusiasm, sliding my fingers in and out of her at an increasing rhythm. Her hips work with it, churning fast. Faster…

“Come on, Jo Jo,” I murmur against her flesh. “Come for me.”

She shatters beneath me with a keening cry, her body wracked with shudders. She shivers and shakes, her inner walls gripping my fingers in a pulsating wave that has my dick hard as a fucking rock.

Just from giving this girl oral.

She lets go of my hair, her fingers pressing against my forehead, trying to push me away.

“Too sensitive,” she murmurs, and I let up on my ministrations, dropping a kiss on her lower belly before I slide up her body, kissing her here and there until we’re face to face.

Her dazed gaze meets mine, and she slings an arm around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss.

“I can taste myself,” she murmurs against my lips.

I smile. I can’t help it. “Pretty fucking filthy, right?”

“Yessss, oh my God, that was…” Her voice drifts and she kisses me again, her tongue brushing against mine languidly. “So good.”

I return the kiss, running my hands down her back, curving them over her ass. It really is perfect—the perfect handful. Smooth and round and fucking sexy.

“So good doesn’t feel like a strong enough description,” she continues, her head falling back when I kiss her neck. “Like, that was the most—”

She goes quiet.

I pull away from her, frowning. “The most what?”

“Should I tell you? Will it go to your head?”

Chuckling, I return my mouth to her slender neck, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin. “Everything’s already gone to my head.”

I grasp her hand, guiding it toward my dick, which is straining the front of my jeans.

She curves her fingers around my length, giving me a firm squeeze, which tears a groan from deep inside me.

“That was the most intense orgasm anyone has ever given me,” she admits, removing her hand from my cock.

The disappointment is crushing at the loss of her touch.

Then she reaches for the front of my jeans, tugging at the button fly and undoing it, and my disappointment evaporates, replaced with anticipation. She undoes the last button, spreading the denim wide, her fingers streaking across the front of my boxer briefs, and I grab hold of her wrist, stopping her.

“You don’t have to do this,” I say, being one hundred percent real with her. “I don’t expect it. I wanted to go down on you.”

She lifts her head, staring at me, and I take her in. Her flushed skin still rosy, thanks to the “most intense orgasm of her life,” her sparkling eyes and all of that dark hair spilling across my pillow.

She’s gorgeous. Naked in my bed while I still have my jeans on.

“And I want to do this.” Her smile is sassy, her fingers slipping just beneath the waistband of my boxers. “So let me.”

I clench my teeth together when her hands dive deeper, her fingers finding my cock. I can’t take my eyes off of her as she touches me, her lips parting, her eyes widening as she skims the length. She assesses the girth by wrapping her fingers around it.

“Um…” She gives me a tentative squeeze. “I’m almost afraid to see it.”

I break out in a sweat. “Don’t turn me down now.”

“Oh, I’m not going to.” She removes her hand from my dick and starts to push at my jeans, trying to pull them off. “Help me out here.”

Lifting my hips, I remove my jeans and underwear all at once, until I’m just as naked as she is. Unable to help myself, I roll over, so I’m lying on top of her, careful not to smother her since she’s so much smaller than I am. A sigh of satisfaction leaves her and she runs her hands down my back, her fingers drifting, nails lightly scratching, making me shiver.

“I like how heavy you are,” she confesses just before I kiss her.

Drown in her.

“I don’t want to crush you,” I murmur against her lips, thrusting my hips against hers, nice and slow. I can feel my cock dripping onto her stomach, I’m so amped up, so eager to make something happen.

“I like it. You feel like one of those weighted blankets, but even better.” Her hands pause just above my ass, and I mentally encourage her to go lower.

“A weighted blanket?” I lift my brows, drifting my fingers through her silky soft hair, pushing it away from her face. “That’s a new one.”

“No one has ever compared you to a blanket before?” She raises her brows, amusement dancing in her eyes.

“Not that I can remember.” I kiss her to stop her from talking. Not that I don’t mind the banter, but come on.

I’ve got a naked woman squirming under me.

The kiss starts out slow but heats up quickly, until she’s shoving at my chest and I roll off of her so we’re lying side by side, our mouths still fused. She ends the kiss first, pushing me with a single index finger, and I go willingly onto my back, my cock practically sticking straight up.

She runs her mouth down my chest. Along my ribs. Across my stomach. Kisses one hip bone, then the other, completely ignoring my eager dick, making no attempt to touch it.

The woman is driving me out of my mind.

She finally settles between my legs and I spread them wider, giving her more room. She’s kneeling in front of me, her fingers wrapped almost around the base, but not quite.

“Wow,” she whispers, just before she dips her head and licks my shaft like an ice cream cone.

I can’t take my eyes off her. She runs her tongue all over my dick, tracing the veins, teasing the flared head. The slit leaking pre-cum. A groan leaves me when she draws the head between her lips, sucking so hard, her cheeks hollow out.

Hot as fuck.

She takes me as deep as she can before sliding back up, my cock leaving her mouth with an audible pop. She’s breathing hard, working her jaw, and I reach out, drawing my fingers down the side of her neck.

“Relax your throat,” I murmur.

Her gaze flickers to mine, never straying as she makes another attempt. She slides her mouth down, taking me deep. A little deeper. Until she’s gagging and pulling me back out, tears forming in her eyes.

This isn’t some fake show like you see in porn. Tears are streaming down her face and she wipes one away with a sniff.

“This is kind of intense,” she admits.

This is why oral isn’t a main feature in my sex life. Women freak out. They usually just jerk me off while I finger them for a while before we get to actual fucking. I’ve always been cool with it. This is my life. This is how it usually goes.

But with this woman, I want to do more.

I want to do it all.

“Just—play with it. You don’t have to go all deep throat on me,” I reassure her.

She runs her hand up and down my dick, watching her fingers as she asks, “Are you sure?”

“I’m fucking positive.” Her gaze lifts to mine. “When you have your hands and mouth on my dick, I’m happy. Trust me.”

Joanna visibly relaxes, a tiny smile curling her lips. “But is it filthy enough?”

Before I can answer, she takes just the head of my cock between her lips, sucking and licking. Slurping all over it, which of course, has me groaning my approval.

“Fuck yeah, it is,” I choke out.

She continues playing with it like I asked her to. Teasing the head and shaft with her tongue. Gripping me tight with her fingers before she settles in like she’s going to stay a while, sprawled out on her stomach and propped on one elbow, using her other hand to continue stroking me, her pace increasing.

That familiar sensation settles low at the base of my spine, spreading heat outward. She goes deep on me again, not as deep as before, but just enough that I get the visual of her giving me a blow job, and I flex my hips.

She doesn’t pull away or tell me to stop, so I do it again. Essentially fucking her mouth.

“Fuck, that feels amazing.” I practically growl.

Her eyes lift, her mouth full of my cock, and Jesus, the visual is so good.

Too good.

Hot and filthy, just like we want it.

Joanna takes me deeper, her gaze fully pulling away from mine, and I tip my head back, closing my eyes as I get lost in the sensations. Her mouth is steady, her tongue lashing, her suction extra tight. Her grip on my cock is firm as she slides her hand up and down.

“I’m gonna come,” I warn her, and she pulls up, keeping just the head in her mouth.

It hits me out of nowhere, a hoarse shout coming from deep in my chest when the orgasm slams into me. I’m coming, spurts of semen flooding her mouth, some of it dribbling out. Yet she takes it like a goddamn champ, swallowing almost every last drop. I’m shaking, breathing so hard, I sound like I’m fucking dying, until finally, the orgasm subsides and I’m lying there in a sweaty, still shaky heap, staring at her as if she just rocked my entire world.

Which she pretty much did.