Playing Hard to Get (The Players)

I COLLAPSE onto the mattress next to her, careful not to put my weight on her as I try to catch my breath. My heart is galloping in my ears. The tiny shudders, remnants from my orgasm, still affecting me.

She remains quiet, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her tits shaking. Fuck, she is so beautiful. The sex between us is unreal.

I want to do it again.

And that’s not a normal experience for me. Usually, I mess around with a woman and send her on her way. Oh, and I don’t ever have sex with a woman in my room. Hell no. Bringing her back to my place sends a message I don’t want. They expect too much when you invite them to your place.

I sound like an asshole, but I have boundaries when it comes to hookups. Normally.

With Joanna, I have none. I just want to be with her.

Always.

When five minutes pass and she still hasn’t said anything, I glance over at her once more to see she’s barely moved and her eyes are still closed. Her breathing seems to have evened out though.

“You okay over there?”

Her eyes crack open, her gaze a little dazed, as if she can’t believe that just happened. She nods, her hair a dark cloud of brown rustling on the mattress. “Barely.”

I’m frowning. “Did I hurt you?”

She rolls toward me, her hand landing on my chest, her fingers tracing over my pec. “It was amazing.”

The satisfaction I hear in her voice leaves me feeling satisfied too—and I was already feeling pretty damn good. I haven’t come that hard in a long time.

Maybe not ever.

“Are you sore?” When she frowns, I glance down at the shadowy spot between her legs. “Was I too aggressive?”

She shakes her head and I lean down to kiss her, my fingers skimming her hip. Across her stomach before I’m cupping her pussy, wanting to make sure she’s okay. She gives me her silent permission, her thighs spreading, giving me more room, and I sink my fingers inside her. She’s fucking soaked, but most of that is thanks to me, and when I note the wince on her face, I pause.

“You’re in pain.”

“I’m just a little sore.” Her lips move against mine. “Do that again.”

I stroke her, brushing her clit. Gathering her wetness and swirling it over her clit. She’s panting into my mouth, her arm winding around my neck, clutching me close as her hips work with my fingers. Until she’s coming, a soft gasp leaving her, her body shivering.

That sweet, little orgasm was the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. This woman is so responsive.

As if she were made for me.

“Stay the night,” I say to her minutes later as I leave the bed to go to my bathroom and toss the condom. I grab a clean washcloth and soak it with warm water, squeezing out the excess before I bring it back to the bed, so I can gently wash her between her legs.

Her gaze meets mine, and I swear I see a flash of fear in her eyes. “I should probably go home.”

“Come on.” I finish cleaning her up and then dump the washcloth on top of the nightstand before I turn toward her, wrapping her up in my arms. “Stay here.”

“I am tired.” She yawns as if to prove it.

“I’d rather know you were safe here with me than driving home so late at night,” I admit, sounding like a dad concerned for his kid.

My feelings for her aren’t dad-like. Not at all. I want to keep her in my arms all night long. I want to hold onto her and never let her go.

Clearly, I have a problem. I’m obsessed with this girl, and I’m desperate to know if she feels the same way.

What if she doesn’t?

I can’t think about that. Not now.

Her body relaxes into mine the moment she mentally gives in, and she smiles. “Okay. I’ll stay.”

Relief pounds in my blood as I pull her in as close as I can get her, her face buried against my neck, her hair brushing my mouth and jaw. I don’t mind though. I don’t ever want to let her go.

I wake up to a soft ass pressed against my thigh and a raging hard-on.

Good morning to me.

Turning my head, I open my eyes to find Joanna with her back facing me, her long hair strewn across the pillow. She wiggles in her sleep, pressing her ass onto my thigh, and I withhold the groan that I’m desperate to let loose, not wanting to wake her.

She is so damn soft.

Carefully, I reach out, threading my fingers through her hair, stroking the soft strands. They cling to my fingers as I continue to touch her, desperate to ignore the ache in my balls, thanks to her plump ass basically grinding on my thigh.

Jo Jo is going to be the death of me.

I slept like a damn baby last night, passing out only a few minutes after she said she’d stay with me. I didn’t wake up once, which is shocking because I’m not used to sharing a bed with someone.

Didn’t mind sharing my bed with this particular woman. A man could get used to waking up like this every morning.

I can sense the moment she awakens. There’s a shift in her breathing, and she moves differently. With more purpose. She glances over her shoulder, her wide eyes meeting mine and I smile at her.

“Morning,” I greet.

“Good morning.” She whips her head forward, starting to shift away from me, and I rest my hand on her hip, keeping her in place.

“Don’t move,” I tell her, my voice gruffer than I intended.

She stiffens. “Why not?’

“I like feeling your ass pressed up next to me.”

A disbelieving noise escapes her. “Uh huh.”

“I’m serious.” I roll to my side, letting her feel my erection. “Woke up with this. Think I owe your ass a thank you.”

Joanna laughs. “Knox, really?”

“Really.” I shove the hair away from her neck, kissing her there. She shivers. “I’ve never had morning sex before.”

“Seriously?” she squeaks.

“Why all the doubt?” I grip her hip. “Are you still sore?”

She shifts against me, her ass practically resting on top of my dick, and this time, I let the groan out. “Not too bad,” she admits.

I thrust against her nice and slow. “I want to fuck you from behind.”

Bending her head forward, a soft sigh escapes her when I reach around her, my fingers sinking into her soaked pussy. “Okay.”

Okay. Like I asked her if she wanted to go to lunch. This woman…

I grab one of the condoms I left on top of my nightstand last night and tear into it, pulling away slightly so I can roll it on. I reposition myself, reaching for her chin, so I can turn her head to face me, but she pulls out of my touch.

“No kissing.”

I’m frowning. “Why the fuck not?”

“Morning breath,” she admits, her voice low.

“Ah.” Yeah, I’m not going to brush my teeth. Not when my cock is hard and aching and she’s wet and ready for me. “No kissing then. I can handle it.”

I decide to make her feel pleasure in every other way. My hands wander all over her body as I nudge my cock against her ass. She lifts her thigh up and I bat away the sheets, wanting to see this in the early morning light.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous. So much creamy skin on display. All of those curves. The little tattoo on the back of her thigh. I trace my finger over it, just before I plunge my finger inside that tight heat again.

She pushes her ass back against my finger like she needs to be filled, and I fuck her with it for a while. Watching in fascination as her juices drench me.

Damn. I can’t take it anymore.

“Roll onto your stomach,” I demand, and she does what I say without protest.

I rise up on my knees, my hand on her hip, pulling her up with me, until she’s on her knees as well, her ass in the air as she swings it back and forth like she’s trying to tempt me.

Well, it worked.

I tease her entrance with my finger, tracing the tiny hole before I slip my finger back inside her. She’s already panting, her head hanging down, her ass shifting, and I remove my finger, making her moan in protest.

Replacing it with my cock only seconds later.

Carefully, I feed it inside her, inch by inch, stretching her wide. She takes me without any issues, her knees spreading wider as she tilts her ass up, until I’m fully inside her. I stare at where we’re connected, brushing her pussy where my cock fills her, making her tremble.

“Oh God,” she whispers.

“Too much?” I flick my gaze to her and she glances at me from over her shoulder, her hair hanging over one eye, looking sexy as fuck.

“Just right,” she admits, a gasp leaving her when I start to pull out.

I keep up the slow but steady pace, pulling out of her before I push all the way in. She’s rocking against me, her tits swaying, her breaths coming faster and faster. When I increase my pace, she drops to the mattress, clutching the pillow in front of her, a whimper leaving her every time I thrust.

Damn, it’s like I never want to stop fucking her.

Grasping her hips, I plunge inside her again and again, my heart pounding so hard, I try to match its rhythm. She’s crying out, her pussy gripping me tightly, strangling the orgasm straight out of me until I’m shouting.

Without thought, I pull out of her, yank the condom off and come all over her pretty ass. Like we’re starring in our own personal porn video.

My chest aches as I stare at her while she stays in position, her pink pussy glistening with my dripping cum. Reaching out, I smear it all over her. Even her asshole. She jolts when I touch her there, and I do it again, testing her.

She moans low in her throat.

“Anyone ever touch you here before?” My voice is so low, I almost can’t hear it.

“No,” she admits, her voice just as low.

“I’m gonna make it mine.” The words leave me without thought. “Just letting you know.”

I stretch out beside her on the bed and she turns her head so she’s facing me. Her entire body is coated in a rosy flush, her sparkling eyes meeting mine and I kiss her, forgetting all about her earlier morning breath complaints.

Joanna pulls away quickly. “I’m sure I taste awful.”

“Jo Jo.” I cup her cheek, staring at her like a lovestruck fool. I can feel how dopey I look, and I just don’t give a damn. “You could never.”