Playing His Game (The Reynolds Brothers) (11 page)

I turn to look at
him and he continues to walk, refusing to acknowledge what he just did. He's
not looking for recognition. I want to ask him about it. I want to know if he
does sweet things like that regularly, but I leave it alone. Just because I
want to know doesn't mean I need to know. He doesn't want it to be acknowledged
so I won't bring it up. I move in to walk closer to him, my shoulder brushing
his side with every step as we make our way back to my car.

★★★

The car ride back
is a quick one. It's late so there's no traffic leaving the city. He's turned
the music on low and is humming softly to the songs playing on the radio. His
low hum is incredibly sexy. By the time we're walking back into his hotel room,
I'm exhausted and completely turned on at the same time.

I won't let my
indecision towards Scott get the best of me so I let my exhaustion take over.
Picking up my duffle bag, I step into the bathroom to wash my face, brush my
teeth and change. My pajamas are skimpy, but seeing to as I usually sleep in
the nude I figure skimpy is better than nothing. I'm wearing a satin camisole
with matching satin boy shorts that hug my plump ass.

I may not want to
cross a line, but I never said I played fair.

When I go back
into the bedroom Scott is laying above the comforter in just his boxer briefs.
I can’t even hide the fact that I love his toned abs because my eyes refuse to
move from his six-pack of muscular perfection. When I finally have the will
power to turn away he's smiling over at me.

"You know,
they don't wash the comforters regularly. Who knows what you're laying on top
of right now," I say to him truthfully. I watched a special on how filthy
hotel comforters are. I'll never use one again.

He stands up and
pushes the comforter off the bed and onto the floor. "Better?"

"Yes,
thanks!"

I slide under the
white sheets and settle into my side of the bed, while Scott does the same on
his side.

"So what
should we do now?" Scott turns and asks me, wiggling his eyebrows up and
down suggestively.

"I don't know
about you, but I'm going to sleep." I turn over onto my side so my back is
facing him, hoping he gets the hint.

He doesn't because
I feel the sheets move before his hand is wrapped around my waist and his chest
is pressed into my back. His warm skin feels nice against mine.

"I was hoping
we could do something else. You know, something that burns more calories."

"I'm not
having sex with you, Scott. But this feels nice. I'm not opposed to
cuddling."

"Alright, I
see what game you're playing," he says, inching forward.

I turn over in his
arms so we're face to face. "Game? What game am I playing?"

His hand slides up
from my hip until it's just inches away from my breast. "I imply I want
sex, you say you just want to cuddle and then it turns into a snugglefuck. This
way you look like you were seduced and I still get what I want."

"Are you
high? What are you talking about? What's a snugglefuck?"

"You
know," his hand moves on my body and he turns me over, pushing his chest
into my back and spooning me from behind. "It starts like this, cuddling
under the covers. Then my hands start to caress your body in a slow
massage."

His palms move up
and down my sides, kneading the skin with his fingers, dragging the silk
material of my pajamas with him. It feels so good and I involuntarily let out a
moan.

"That's it,
now you're getting into it. It feels good to have my hands all over your body
and you suddenly want more. You want me to continue rubbing, groping, and
massaging your skin, so I do."

His hands move
back up with less force, tracing over my skin with his fingers and teasing my
aroused flesh, awakening the frisky woman inside me. He grips both of my
shoulders and slowly massages them, rubbing out the knots before trailing his
hands back down to squeeze my breasts.

"You see, I
act as if I'm doing you a favor. I'm helping relax your tense muscles, when
really I'm just preparing your body. Fine tuning it to my touch so that you'll
want more, and then I go for the gold," he whispers huskily in my ear.

There's that voice
again. I love that voice.

He leaves one of
his hands on my tits, going back and forth between the two, rubbing and
squeezing them. His other hand slides down my front until he meets the apex of
my thighs. He moves in and slowly starts to rub me through my satin boy shorts.
I groan in delight, not wanting him to stop. I'm fighting with the choice of
trying to stay modest or submitting to this carnal need. He takes my groan as
encouragement and starts to rub a little faster before whispering in my ear
again.

"Now that
I've gotten you hot and horny, you turn over in my arms..." he whispers,
turning me over so I'm facing him. I look up into his smoldering eyes, waiting
for what he'll say next. "Then I slowly peel your clothes off, and then
you help me take off mine."

He grabs the hem
of my camisole and pulls it up my body. I lift my arms so he can pull it off,
the satin feels like a soft caress as it slides off my skin and he tosses it on
the ground. Then his hands are back on my body, savagely moving down my torso
until they reach the top of my shorts. His fingers grip my waistband and he
quickly pulls them off my body, leaving me lying naked.

We both make quick
work of getting his clothes off until we're both on our sides, facing each
other nude. One of his legs nudges between mine as he lowers his face to me,
our lips just centimeters apart.

"Then we get
down and dirty and I fuck you until you're screaming my name. That's a
snugglefuck. The best kind of fucking. Now, since we've completed the snuggle
part, I'm ready to fuck you now."

He closes the
small distance between us and his lips are on mine, kissing me urgently. Our
lips mold together as one and as great as it is, it's not enough. I want what
he described. I want him to fuck me until I'm screaming his name.

I break the kiss
and move up onto my elbow before rolling him onto his back. I quickly climb on
top and grip his erection in my hand before sitting down and sliding him into
my waiting pussy to satisfy my scorching hunger for him.

"Fuck
me," he growls, reaching out and gripping my hips with his large, rough
hands. "Have you heard of foreplay, woman?"

"There's no
foreplay in fucking. I want you now, so make me scream."

His hips instantly
start to move, thrusting up into my wet core. With every thrust my body
trembles. His cock is rubbing against me in the most primal way. He's hitting
me just right, just where I need him.

"Yes... give
it to me, Scott. Don't stop," I shout. The intense sensation is quickly
building below. I'm going to come quickly and I need it. I usually like to draw
my orgasms out, but not this time. Right now I need him to bring me over the
edge, to satisfy my craving for him completely.

I start to ride
him harder, meeting him thrust for thrust. His eyes are trained on where we're
connected, watching his cock go in and out as the palm of his hand slips to my
backside and he slaps my ass hard. His fingers trail up and down the crack of
my ass, causing electricity to jolt through every inch of my body. The
delicious warming sensation starts to take over me and when Scott moves one of
his fingers and slips it inside my puckered back entrance, I shoot over the
edge.

"Yesssss..."
I scream, milking his cock as I climax. "Holy shit, don't stop."

"Shit! Fuck!
Winnie," he growls, and I feel his dick swell before he releases inside
me, groaning in ecstasy.

When we’ve both
recovered from the few minutes of pure pleasure, I lift off him and roll over
to my side of the bed.

"That was
amazing. Best snugglefuck of my life."

"Thanks. You
weren't so bad yourself," I pant out, still trying to control my
breathing.

"Uh, hey, Winn?
I know it's a little late but you're on birth control, right?"

 His words
throw me off and I turn to look at him. "Of course, and you used a
condom-"

Shit.

"I would have
but you took me by surprise, and then your pussy felt so warm and tight. I've
never felt that before. I've never gone bareback before. I was going to pull
out, but when you came I couldn't control it."

Shit! Fuck! Son of
a bitch! This is the most irresponsible thing I have ever done in my life. I
always make sure my partner wears a condom. Always.

"It's
okay." I turn to face him, trying to reassure him that it'll be fine even
though I'm freaking out inside. "It was my fault. Maybe snugglefucks are
too intense for me, but I'm on birth control so you don't have to worry. And
I've never had sex without a condom either."

He reaches for me,
pulling me into his side and leaning down to kiss me on the forehead.
"Next round I'll wear one, I promise. I have a box in the top
drawer."

"Next
round?" I ask, attempting to giggle and lighten the mood. I shift in his
arms and look up into his gray eyes for comfort.

"Oh, yes,
we'll definitely be going for a round two, three, and four," he replies.

He leans down to
kiss me tenderly and I kiss him right back, not holding back anything. I
quickly forget about our lack of condom use and let his kiss consume me. Just
like all of our kisses in the past, soon kissing isn't enough and we jump right
into round two.

Chapter Seven

July- One month
later

Scott: What are
you wearing?

Me: You know
what I'm wearing. I'm at my parents’ boat shop for goodness sake.

Scott: Maybe
you should take a break and go use the restroom.

Me: I don't
need to use the restroom

Scott: It's not
to go to the bathroom, Winn. It's so I can get you off.

Me: Okay, I'll
call you in five

★★★

August

Scott: That
woman is such a bitch. She made me show her twenty houses today, Winn.
Twenty!!! She wasted my entire day and now she's not even sure if she wants to
move.

Me: That sucks.
You should have her work with someone else.

Scott: I can't.
She's my best friend Jeff's mother. I promised him I'd do this.

Me: So maybe it
was just a bad day. You know her so she must not always be a bitch.

Scott: Oh no.
She is always a raging bitch. When she hit menopause it just intensified.

Me: Well if you
knew she was a bitch and still agreed to work with her then you're on your own.
Serves you right.

Scott: I don't
get any sympathy from you? You don't feel bad at all?

Me: Nope

Scott: I hate
you

Me: You lust me
;)

Scott: True.
Can I call you later?

Me: Always

★★★

September

Me: I just got
a package from you

Scott: I have a
rather large package for you here. You should have made your last trip a longer
one.

Me: I need you
to not be horny for like five minutes.

Scott:
Impossible

Me: That's too
bad

Scott: And why
is that?

Me: Because I
was going to thank you.

Scott: Well I
can hide my horniness for a little gratitude from you.

Me: Did you really
just send me sixteen seashells in the mail?

Scott: I don't
know, did I? You’re the one with the package.

Me: That was
really sweet, Scott. Some of these are absolutely gorgeous.

Scott: It was
no big deal. I'm at the beach all the time anyway and usually I'm stepping on
those suckers and cutting up my feet. I'm just cleaning up my path. That's all.

Me: So
defensive. It doesn't matter why you did it, just thank you.

Scott: Does
that earn me some Skype sex? We haven't done that in a while.

Me: Definitely
earns you Skype sex. Let me change and I'll call you in a few.

★★★

October

Scott: I miss
you

Me: I only left
California a week ago. You'll survive.

Scott: But who
will I sneak around with.

Me: Your hand?

Scott: That's
not exciting. Sneaking around with you was exciting.

Me: It kind of
was, wasn't it?

Scott: Yep. YOU
NEED to fly back here ASAP!!!

Me: LOL STOP
WITH THE CAPS!!!

Scott: SORRY I
KNOW YOU HATE THAT

Scott: :)

Me:  :)
What are your plans for the day?

Scott: No clue.
I promised Autumn I'd help in the office today. Kelly's out of town and
Autumn's overwhelmed.