Playing to Win (The Players)

Something is wrong with me. I have to be like…a sexual deviant or whatever to love what Ace just did to me. He fucked my mouth and wasn’t kind about it. Not like he did things to me that I didn’t want but…

It was dirty, what we just did. His fingers in my hair hurt and I liked it. Gagging me with his thick cock and I wanted more. Like who am I? Who have I become?

The girl who’s into weird shit, that’s who.

But is it really that weird? We’re just having fun, right? I don’t know.

What I do know is that being with Ace is pushing me out of my comfort zone and I’m enjoying every second of it.

After he came all over my mouth and chin, he helped clean me up—by gathering up all that cum with his fingers and making me lick them off—and now I’m lying on the bed with him on top of me, naked and huge and hot and even a little sweaty.

I don’t care. I like him sweaty. Love his damp, smooth, hard skin. I want to rub myself all over him so I can smell like him. I want to touch him everywhere I can, even the forbidden spots. I remember seeing on social media a whole talk about how men shoot off like rockets when you touch them just behind their balls. Or from a finger in their ass.

Would he let me finger his ass?

Probably.

I can feel his balls right now through my thin shorts. He’s all snug and nestled close to my pussy and I spread my legs a little. As much as I can, considering his heavy weight on me, and his shaft is suddenly right there, pressed up against me. Half erect already.

The man is insatiable.

“You have too many clothes on,” he mutters against my neck, making me shiver.

“Only my shorts,” I remind him.

“Too much.” He reaches for the waistband of my athletic shorts, tugging them down and I shove at his shoulders so he rolls away from me.

I immediately miss his weight, sucking in a breath when he pulls my shorts down, revealing that I…

“No panties?” He glances up at me, surprise etched in his handsome features.

Slowly I shake my head, nibbling on my index finger.

“I love a woman who’s full of surprises.” He removes my shorts in seconds, tossing them on the floor, his big hands resting on the inside of my thighs. He spreads them wide, staring at me as I grow wetter by the second, but it’s not because of the way he’s looking at me. Oh no.

It was his dangerous choice of words.

He loves a woman who’s full of surprises.

Such as me.

No way does Ace Townsend love me. Everything has happened so fast. I’m not sure if I love him quite yet. That’s just…

That’s way too quick.

Do I like him?

Oh yes.

Care about him?

Definitely.

Love him?

I’m…falling for him. That’s for sure.

He goes down on me and I just take it, moaning with every thrust of his fingers. Whimpering at every swipe of his tongue. He flips me over onto my stomach, spreading me wide from behind and licks me everywhere…back there and oh God.

His tongue teases the most forbidden hole I’ve got and never would I think I’d like that but…

Holy shit, I love it.

He licks it. Strokes it. Inserts just the tip of his finger inside it, encouraging me to basically hump the mattress while he does and I do it. Like a woman with zero self-control, I grind my pussy against the bed, while Ace has his face buried between my ass cheeks and I’m falling apart in minutes, coming so hard, I swear to God I pass out.

Nothing but black. No sound. No thought. Just pleasure radiating throughout my body. Pulsating in my core.

When I come to, Ace is already climbing off the bed and is in my connected bathroom. The faucet turns on and he’s washing what I can only assume is his face and hands. I tug the sheet up, covering my still trembling body and when the water shuts off, he’s standing in the open bathroom doorway seconds later, studying me.

“I, uh…” His voice drifts and he shrugs, his erect cock bobbing with the movement. “Had to clean myself up first. Before we—”

Excitement bubbles in my veins at the before we part. “Right.” No cross contamination going on here. I appreciate his cleanliness.

He climbs into bed with me, his big body taking up almost all of the space. I have a puny double bed because my room is so small. My parents wanted to buy me a queen but it would’ve taken up most of the space and…

Oh my God, when was the last time I talked to my parents? I’ve been so busy and I miss them.

A thick with muscle arm wraps around me, pulling me into an equally muscular chest and I go willingly, my back to his front, his cock poking my ass. I lie there, all thoughts of my parents gone, my body on high alert, ready to continue the night’s activities.

Orgasms so far? One each. Hoping for more.

“Really only one more time, huh?” He nuzzles the side of my neck, his rumbly voice making my stomach dip and twist.

“One more time, what?” I ask, my body relaxing as he continues rubbing my neck and shoulder with his nose, his wide hand spanning my stomach.

A woman could get used to this. A big, manly man in her bed, about to fuck her until she can’t walk, but being sweet about it first.

“You said one more time. Then that would be it.” He kisses my shoulder, his lips soft. “For us.”

Can I take that back? I didn’t mean it. There’s no way I want this to be over. I like him too much.

I mentally curse clauses and agreements and women who get their revenge by posting dick pics all over official university social media. She ruined it for the rest of us, and God, life is really unfair.

“Do you want this to be it for us?” I ask, my voice wary. A little shaky even. I swear I quit breathing and my heart even stops beating while waiting for his answer.

“What do you think?” He thrusts his hips against my butt, nice and slow, his cock reminding me that yes, he’s invested and always ready to go. “I just ate your ass, Red. Pretty sure I’m in it to win it.”

What…what does that even mean? “In it to win it? Win what?”

He chuckles and the sound is so warm and sexy, it makes my pussy ache. “I figured you’d zero in on the eating ass part.”

I’m only mildly embarrassed about him mentioning that, but I’m more curious about the other part. “What are you trying to win?”

“You.” He kisses my shoulder again. My neck. His lips are soft and sweet and I remember that this is the man who just said he ate my ass and suddenly I’m giggling.

And I can’t stop.

“Why are you laughing?” he asks, sounding mildly offended.

“I don’t know. You say crazy stuff.” His hand slips from my stomach to my pussy, his fingers teasing my slit and a soft huff of air escapes me. “You’re a contradiction.”

“How so?” He slips his fingers deeper, pinching my clit between them, the slick sound of his fingers in my pussy horny music to my ears.

From the way his cock is twitching against my ass, I’m guessing it’s the same for him.

“You say you’re trying to win me, which is just…it’s a little romantic.”

“I like romance.” His mouth is at my ear, teeth nipping the lobe.

“But then you talk about eating ass and instantly turn it dirty,” I whisper.

“You liked it when I said that. Don’t deny it.”

“I did.”

“And you liked it when I did that too.”

A shiver moves through me at the reminder. “Uh huh.”

He’s grinning against my shoulder. “You humped your bed.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re fucking filthy, Red.”

“You love it.”

“I do.”

We’re quiet for a moment, me marinating in my feelings. In his words. Feeling so utterly content, I don’t know how it could get much better.

“Enough with the dirty romance talk,” he finally says, his fingers still in my pussy and his mouth still at my ear. “Wanna fuck?”

“Be still my heart,” I tease.

He laughs, tugging on me. “Wanna ride me, cowgirl?”

“Yes, yes, I do.” Don’t need to ask me twice.

I climb on top of him, straddling his hips and bracing my hands on his chest. He watches me with a grin on his handsome face, his blue eyes sparkling, his hair a mess, his skin coated with that delicious sheen of sweat. I bend over him and lick the spot between his pecs, earning a grunt for my efforts, my ass brushing against his dick.

He’s salty and delicious and oh, I am such a sucker for this man.

Lifting up, I kiss him and he devours me, the kiss a mess of teeth and tongue and eager lips and hot moans. We’re sloppy and we don’t care, our hands wandering. He’s palming my ass, teasing me from behind. My hands are mapping his skin, marveling at all the strength I feel beneath my palms.

This man could easily break me. Damage me beyond repair. Instead, he’s so incredibly gentle. His hands are currently roaming over me, landing on my breasts, giving them a squeeze. I arch into his hands, sucking in a breath when he pinches my nipples, rubbing them with his thumbs.

“Need inside you,” he says at one point, as if he’s lost his ability to speak in full sentences and I lean back, his cock brushing my entrance. Teasing him. “Now.”

I rise up, grabbing the base of his erection and lowering myself upon him, sinking down until he’s completely embedded inside me.

Oh my God. He’s so deep. So thick and throbbing and connected to me completely. He should probably have a condom on. Sex this good is bound to cause us nothing but trouble in the future.

Not that I’m tempting fate or anything like that, but my God.

Ace lifts his hips as if he’s trying to get me to move and that’s my sign. I roll my hips, circling to the left, to the right. Back to the left again. He’s got his hands on my waist, holding me in place and I straighten my spine. Gather my hair in my hands and lift it to the top of my head, putting on a show.

“Holy fuck,” he mutters, his eyes glazed over as he watches me. As I continue to move. I’ve been on top before—exactly once, with another guy not worth mentioning—and I was an utter failure. This time I want to do it right.

For Ace. For me.

I rock back and forth, grinding down, my clit brushing against the base of his dick and my entire body trembles. “Oh.”

“Like that?” His hands tighten on my waist, fingers pressing into my skin as he guides me up and down, lifting his hips at the same time I bear down. Pleasure shoots through me and I drop my arms, my hair falling all around my face until I tilt my head back and pant at the ceiling.

Who am I in this moment? I don’t feel like myself. I’m a woman transformed by a magical cock and magical hands and magical sex. He keeps talking, almost murmuring to himself, and I zero in on his deep voice, trying to decipher the words.

“…so fucking beautiful. You take my cock so good, Red. Yeah, baby.”

He presses his fingers right at my clit and I cry out. I am basically bouncing on this man’s dick and at one point, I fear I might break it in half, but he’s encouraging me at first. Until his hands slide down to my hips, his grip tightening as he murmurs, “Keep still.”

“Wha…”

Ace thrusts up into me again and again. Hard. Harder. His entire body flushes red, the cords in his neck standing out, the muscles in his arms strained. He fucks me, grunting with every thrust, making me moan. Making me lose all sense of myself and my body until I’m nothing but lust and hormones and tingling sensations that make my toes curl.

That first spurt of semen floods my body and I squeeze my inner walls, gripping around his shaft, making him groan. He’s pressing against my clit, tight little circles that ratchet up the intensity until I’m coming too. My pussy throbs, squeezing him over and over until I collapse on top of him in a sweaty heap, my face in his neck.

My lips on his skin.

His big hands land gently on my butt, massaging me there, his cock still embedded in me. We lie like that for I don’t know how long. The room silent save for our pounding hearts and rapid breaths. I close my eyes and swallow hard, wondering if I’ll be able to climb off him or if I’ll just slide off and land on the floor in a puddle when he murmurs…

“Want to do that again?”

A contented sigh leaves me and I brush a kiss to his chest. “Yes, please.”