Role Play (Plaything Book 4)

by Tess Oliver

  "I'm glad you stayed." I reached up and curled my hand around his neck. He lowered his mouth to mine.

  He was so magnificently big and built, there just wasn't enough room for his long legs and big feet on the couch.

  I kissed him and ran my finger along his chin. "Why don't you sit up and I'll climb onto your lap."

  He pushed to his feet and gazed down at me with a heavy lidded stare as he unzipped his fly. He shoved his pants down. I pushed up to my elbows with a deep breath.

  "Holy shit, I guess I should have guessed it, since everything else was oversized, but wow."

  Aidan beamed down at me. "All for you, sweetie."

  An involuntary shudder raced through me, and the vibrations it started ended up right between my legs. I sat up and reached for his cock. It was so thick and hot in my grasp, I shuddered again. "Do you have protection? If you say no, I might just sob in disappointment."

  He reached into the end table and pulled out a condom.

  "Well, that's convenient," I noted.

  He shrugged. "I like to be prepared for any situation." He pushed his pants off and put on the condom. I reached up to untie the lace on the bodice.

  "Not so fast, miss. Your work is not done."

  He sat on the couch and pulled me over to straddle his lap. He pulled the lace crisscrossing the bodice, parting the two panels. Then he yanked the sheer chemise down below my breasts. I wrapped my arms around his head and held his mouth against my breasts. As I moved over his lap, his enormous cock pushed urgently against the crotch of my panties.

  "Love this costume even more than the Monroe one," Aidan muttered against my skin.

  His hands slipped past the layers of petticoats and found my panties. Before I could protest, he broke the thin strand of lace holding them on my hip.

  "Those are my best pair."

  "I'll buy you more."

  I no longer had the strength or clear mind to complain about the ripped panties. Aidan's large hands swept over my ass and parted me so that my pussy was wide and ready. The air in the room cooled the moisture that had pooled there.

  "I need you on my cock just like a silk pussy glove," he growled against the valley between my two breasts. Brock had always been nothing short of a caveman when we had sex, grunting an occasional syllable, always adding in the word fuck. Aidan, on the other hand, was a dirty talk expert. Every word he said seemed to float around the room and coast down between my legs, settling snuggly against my pussy.

  I shifted up on my knees. I took hold of his face as he stared up at me, shifting his gaze from my face to my lips to my breasts and back again. As I leaned down and stroked his bottom lip with the tip of my tongue, he positioned me over his erection. The slick, hot tip pushed against me. I took a deep breath to prepare. He was big, bigger than I had even imagined.

  I stretched up and he kissed my breasts as I slid down over him.

  "That's it, my beautiful Jane. Hold me tight with that amazing pussy."

  I continued down the delicious journey, taking in inch after glorious inch of him. It seemed his cock would never end. I tangled my fingers in his hair as I held his face against me.

  "Aidan," I said breathlessly. "I've never felt anything like this." It seemed he reached every spot, every secret untouched place.

  His mouth covered my neck. My head lolled back as he kissed me. He was so big, I couldn't do anything but hold him inside of me and rock lightly over his lap. Then he met my body as he pushed up against me in a long, deep, sweeping motion until he touched something inside of me that sent off an explosion of sensations. I sucked in an audible breath.

  "That's it, baby. Did I touch the magic spot?" he asked, his voice husky and deep.

  "Yes," I whispered. "Fuck yes."

  He repeated the motion, and his cock again pressed against a spot that sent a shiver of pleasure through me.

  "Hold still, Jane. I'm going to take you right over the fucking edge."

  I braced my hands against his chest as his hands still gripped my ass, splitting me wide to his penetration. The deep gliding motion of his hips nestled his cock against that magic spot again and again. I hadn't even felt the orgasm approach. It was as if that magic spot was like an on switch. Suddenly my body trembled and my pussy throbbed with ecstasy and still Aidan moved inside of me, each sweeping lift of his hips, perfectly measured and accurate, with no movement wasted.

  "Fuck, Aidan," I cried as I held his head against me.

  As the waves slowed, leaving me with a tantalizing ache between my legs, Aidan's thrusts were faster and harder. He was no longer working on precision. His strong hands held me over him. Again I braced my hands against his chest to keep from being shot straight up into the ceiling.

  His cock was so massive that I felt all of him, every long inch. His grip tightened on my hips and his head dropped back against the couch. "Fuuuck," he groaned as he came.

  As his body relaxed beneath me, I dropped against him, resting my head on his shoulder. His powerful arms tightened around me.

  "I'm so glad you didn't go to the beach house. And I'm equally glad that I was a murder victim tonight."

  He laughed quietly and tightened his hold on me. "You know what I think?"

  "What's that? You should hire a maid?"

  "Yeah, well that's a given." He ruffled his hands through the layers of tulle under the skirt of the costume. "But only if this is the uniform and only if the person inside said uniform is you."

  "We could probably arrange that." I sat up and brushed some hair off his forehead. "As long as you don't actually expect me to clean anything. I'm a terrible housekeeper."

  "No cleaning involved." He reached up and traced his callused fingertips around my nipples, stirring up some of the earlier tingling sensations. "Just you and this costume. No panties necessary." He leaned his head over and ran his hand along my calf. "And those high heeled shoes can stay too."

  "Well, I can wear the shoes anytime, but the costume goes back to the Murder Mystery wardrobe department."

  "Shit. Well, never mind. I'll have a few of them sewn up for you. And maybe one of those sequined gowns too. But no bullet hole. Kind of ruins the mood."

  "Before this silly tangent, you were going to tell me what you think," I reminded him.

  He leaned forward and kissed my breast. "Oh yeah, I got distracted by these." He kissed the second breast. The he looked up at me. "Why don't you call in sick tomorrow. We could still head down to the beach house and spend all day in bed. Or wherever the mood takes us."

  I rubbed my fingertips on the beard stubble running along his jaw. "That sounds so tempting. I hate working on Sunday. All the samplers come, and they bring all their kids for taste testing. It's nuts."

  He patted my thighs. "That's it then. Call in sick. Give a couple of good hacking coughs into the phone just to make it sound legit. Then we can pack up and head out to the coast first thing in the morning."

  "I don't know. I was late a few times in the last week and my manager is a tyrant."

  Aidan kissed the cleavage between my breasts, and he did it with such expertise that it immediately sent heat through my entire body. He sensed my reaction.

  "Come on, my hot little Jane. Come with me. I want to have you in my arms like this all fucking day."

  "How the hell is a girl supposed to turn that down? All right. I'll go."

  I chirped in surprise as he smacked my bottom. "Awesome."

  Chapter Sixteen

  Aidan

  Jane swept around the front room of the beach house and I realized one of the things I found totally hot about her was that she moved gracefully, like a dancer. She finally landed and stood still at the front window. I watched her sweetly curved form tucked seductively in her shorts and t-shirt as she stared down at the view below.

  "So this is what filthy rich feels like?" She turned back to me. "Which reminds me. You never answered my question. Why the heck are you living in that rundown apartment building?"

 
; "It was the only place in the city that still had an apartment for lease. I'm building a house just outside of the city borders." I walked over and pulled her into my arms. "And I'm extremely glad that I chose that apartment. What should we do first? I know what I want to do."

  Her phone buzzed in her pocket. "Hold that thought. My agent was going to let me know how my audition went." She hesitated before looking at the text message. "Be prepared to console me." Her brows lifted up and down. "If you catch my drift."

  "Oh, I catch it and I'm prepared for some heavy duty consoling. It's great that you have such an easy-going attitude about it."

  "That comes from nearly two years of rejections. They are still disappointing, but I'm always expecting it. Makes it easier to hear. And this particular audition was far-fetched. I would have a better chance of picking up a winning lotto ticket than getting this movie part. Even though I did have a stellar practice partner." She looked at her phone and stared at it for a long moment with no reaction.

  "Well?" I asked.

  She squealed and jumped around.

  "Did you get the part? Is my new girlfriend going to be a movie star?"

  Jane froze and stared up at me. "Did you just call me your girlfriend?"

  The words had slipped out in a moment of excitement. Had I actually used the word girlfriend? I couldn't remember the last time I'd said those two syllables. It was entirely possibly that I'd never said them. But I didn't want to take them back.

  "Maybe." My indecisive response was due strictly to male pride. I didn't want to assume she was my girlfriend until I knew she wanted to be part of that equation.

  Jane smiled and pressed herself against me. "I'll take maybe. And, no, I'm not a movie star yet. I've only been called back for a second round of auditions, which in my world is a big deal." She put her phone back into her pocket. "Now, we were talking about what to do first. I was just thinking that I haven’t had a proper tour of the house yet. I'm assuming there is a luxury bedroom to go with this posh living room."

  "Why yes there is."

  "Nice. Did I mention that good news makes me very horny?"

  "You did not mention that, but it's good to know." I took hold of her hand and led her down the hallway to the bedroom that I used when I was staying at the house.

  Jane stepped inside the room and swirled around, ready to comment on the furnishings or view or something like that, but I had no patience to hear it. It had been nearly a two hour drive to the beach, and I was ready as hell to have her in my arms.

  I leaned my arm up against the tall bed post and nodded her direction. "New role play. I'm the director and you are my sweet, innocent actress who needs to be directed. And interestingly enough, this next scene starts with the leading lady stripping naked. And action."

  Jane lifted off her shirt. "But what about you?"

  I shook my head. "I'm the director, remember? Now move this along, sweetie. Time is money in the movie business."

  She laughed softly as she slipped out of her sandals and shorts. "I've got to admit this is making me pretty hot." She removed her bra and tossed it dramatically aside. She was down to just her panties. She hesitated, especially when she noticed the hungry look that I could no longer tamp down. I had already memorized the mild curve of her hip, the pert, tight nipples in the center of her round, milky breasts and her slender, sleek thighs. I wanted those thighs wrapped around my head as I brought her to climax with my tongue.

  "Jane, take off the panties." My voice grew husky as my entire body tensed with wanting her. She had caught the change in tone, and a pink blush covered her skin as she pushed off the panties. She held them up and dropped them. "It's your movie set, Mr. Director. Tell me what to do next."

  I walked to the head of the bed and grabbed two of the pillows. I centered them in the middle of the mattress. "Come here," I commanded.

  She moved with that ballerina liquid grace to the bed. I took her hand and helped her up onto the tall bed. "Drape your body over those pillows."

  She followed my directions and lowered her body over the pillows so that her tight little ass was high in the air. She rested her face and hands against the quilt.

  I walked to the end of the bed. She fidgeted a little as if she was nervous.

  "Relax, leading lady. You're the star in this scene, remember? Now spread those knees wider so I can get a perfectly unobstructed view."

  She hesitantly spread her knees wider, exposing her pussy. I couldn't stop the tortured groan that followed as my cock jammed painfully against my fly. "Now I really wish I had a fucking camera," I muttered.

  Jane gasped. "Don't even think about it."

  "I don't need a camera anyhow. This picture is in my mind forever." I reached under my bed for the box of sample toys and lotions I kept for beach trips.

  She lifted her head and looked back over her shoulder. "What are you doing?"

  I plucked out a bottle of lubricant and a vibrator. "I've been learning about your business, and now, you're about to learn a little bit about mine. I think you'll find that dating an owner of Plaything comes with a lot of perks. Like free samples of every piece of sex paraphernalia available. And don't worry. It's all brand new. No second hand toys."

  She giggled nervously. "That's good to hear . . . I guess. So you have a never ending supply of the stuff? Which is convenient for a never ending supply of women."

  I climbed onto the bed and kissed her shoulder. "You have no reason to believe me, Jane, but this is different for me. You're different. I just want to make you feel good, but if you don't want—"

  She rested her head again, and it seemed her whole body relaxed. "I do. I want this. You've awakened physical stirrings in me that I thought were gone, including some that I never knew I had. Like that magic spot. Please, Aidan, find that magic spot again."

  "I know exactly how to do that." I stood over the bed. Jane blinked up at me as I took off my clothes.

  "See, just watching you strip naked is almost magic in itself," she purred. "Or maybe it's fantasy. Not sure which is more accurate."

  I pushed my pants down and my cock sprang up like a lever.

  She smiled up at me. "Magical fantasy. It's both."

  I climbed onto the bed and knelt between her spread legs. "The view from back here is fucking magical too." I leaned down over her body, my cock nudged next to her pussy and she sucked in a breath. I pushed her hair aside and placed a kiss on the back of her neck. "No cock yet, baby. I've got other plans."

  I scooted back and lay on my stomach between her legs. I kissed her ass and the back of her thighs and then I moved to her pussy. It started with kisses. She responded with an appreciative moan and then a gasp as I spread her pussy wide with my fingers to lathe my tongue between the folds. "Fuck, baby, you taste good."

  She mewled a quiet, contented sound as I rubbed my tongue along her clit. Her pert little ass began to rise and fall as she arched her body toward my probing tongue. I ran my tongue over her as my finger impaled her.

  Jane nearly brought her knees under her in an attempt to take in more of my finger. I had introduced her to that elusive G-spot and it seemed she wanted it to be found again. I moved my mouth back up to her ass, and she whimpered in disappointment as I removed my finger.

  "Are you interested in some toy fun?" I picked up the vibrator and showed it to her. "This is curved just right for finding that magic spot. Just like when I take those long dips inside of you, when I'm searching out that hidden spot that makes you scream with pleasure."

  She ran her fingers over the vibrator. The sight of her touching it made it feel as if she had grabbed hold of my cock. I held my breath until she stopped fingering it. "Yes?" I could barely get the word out.

  "Yes," she said it so quietly the sound of the ocean below nearly drowned it out.

  I poured the lubricant over it and returned to my place between her legs. Once again, I spread the lips of her pussy wide and my tongue found the sweet spot, her clit, bringing that rosy blush b
ack to her skin and the soft erotic sounds back to her lips.

  I turned on the vibrator and teased her with it, running the lubricated tip along her pussy, before pushing it inside of her. She responded with a long, satisfied moan. She pulled her legs together and lifted to her knees, taking in more of the vibrator. I shifted it forward, deep inside of her, making myself nearly come in the process of watching her.

  She clutched the quilt and cried out as her body stiffened and then trembled with an orgasm. I left her helpless and moaning in pleasure, the vibrator still hugged between her legs as I rolled on a condom. Then I knelt behind her and removed the toy. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing hadn't slowed. The heat of her skin hadn't cooled and the shudders vibrating through her body hadn't stopped.

  She took a sharp breath as I rolled her onto her back. Then I leaned down over her and pushed my cock inside of her. It seemed some of the dying embers of the orgasm reignited, and she moaned as I filled her. She clutched at my arms and pushed her head back into the pillow. She wrapped her legs around me, and I slammed into her.

  "Fuck yes, Aidan," she cried as the waves of ecstasy overtook her again.

  With one last long sweeping thrust, I climaxed along with her. I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her gently as our breathing returned to normal. Then I rolled down onto the bed next to her.

  She turned to face me and cuddled against my chest.

  "That's never happened before," she said quietly.

  "What. The vibrator?"

  "Well, that too." Her eyes were glittery and still not focused as she lifted her face. "I've never come twice in a row."

  "Then my plan worked." I hugged her. "Once you find that magic spot, sky is the limit. By the way, you’ve given me a new idea for a box theme."

  "Have I? What is it?"

  "Role Play."

  Chapter Seventeen

  Jane