One Last Play

by Aja Cole

  “I know. I wanted to tell you in person…”

  “When? In 5 more years?”

  Sassy. I deserved that.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything when I came back home. You and Mom were going through your divorce still, and you know I’ve never been one to talk about boys.”

  “But this kid wasn’t just any boy, Thea. You married him. You married him and never brought him to meet your family, and you didn’t give us a chance to be a part of your happiness with him. I know you didn’t mean to hurt anyone,” his voice was quiet, somber, and I felt like shit. “But knowing you married a man and I didn’t get to walk my little girl down the aisle and share those moments with you…” he trailed off, and I heard him swallow.

  “I didn’t think about any of that dad,” I admitted, pulling at the threads on the duvet. “I just…I was happy, and I wanted it to last. He wasn’t here in the US, and I didn’t really want to think past our time together. Then things got rocky,” I fibbed a little, “And now he’s here and we’re good, and I just…I’m sorry. I’m sorry I took that away from you.” A lump formed in my throat and I stared at the ceiling, blinking away guilty tears.

  “I love you, Thea-girl. I forgive you because I know who you are, but next time, think of us a little bit yeah?”

  “As you wish, Dad.” I smiled a little, swiping a hand across my face as Luc came up the stairs. It was raining outside, and he was dripping. It was a pretty funny sight, and I was laughing to myself…until he stripped the sopping wet shirt over his head.

  Then, things were a little less funny. And a lot more arousing.

  “Thea?”

  I stared at his beaded nipples as he watched me silently and pushed dark Adidas track pants down his legs, revealing deep red boxer briefs. Drool.

  “Hm?” I answered, distracted as Luc walked closer to me.

  “When do I get to meet this young man of yours?”

  “Uh…when do ya wanna meet him?” I murmured, feeling compelled to reach out a hand and feel the solidness of his beautifully carved stomach. Chiseled from stone, those muscles.

  “I’ll come to New York this weekend, how does that sound?”

  “Mhm,” I felt like a complete hussy thinking the thoughts I was with my Dad on the phone, but Luc had placed his hand over mine and was moving it down to dirtier territory and my brain was short circuiting. I needed this badly. We’d waited too long already for my sanity.

  “Dad, we’ll talk later, okay? Love you.”

  “Okay princess, love you too.” The minute he clicked off the phone, I tossed it aside and in one smooth move, Luc had pushed me back on the bad and covered my body with his. I laughed when he rolled over and took me with him, settling his hands on my thighs as I straddled his hips.

  “We should talk first,” I sighed, “I don’t want to just solve the problem with sex, as much as I really want to have sex with you.” I rubbed my thumbs over the edge of his boxers and relished in his groan.

  “Bueno, but you can’t be on top of me,” he nudged me off his body and pulled me back into him while he propped himself against the pillows. He wrapped his arms around me, and I rested mine atop his, leaning back against his chest and settling my head back onto his shoulder. “Okay, let’s talk.”

  “We have to argue more…efficiently.” I laced my fingers in his.

  “I agree, yelling doesn’t seem to help us.”

  “Or throwing things,” I poked fun at myself.

  “If I remember correctly, the sex after was muy caliente. But all our sex is hot, so I guess we don’t need the arguing.”

  “I mean, a little arguing is healthy but we should work on listening to each other better. Like when I told you that you were making me feel like a child…” I trailed off, not wanting to blame him, but wanting him to know that it didn’t make me feel very good when he just shot past my concerns.

  “I was coming to apologize about that when I, uh, found you with Cassandra.” His voice darkened on her name, and I rolled my eyes.

  “Which was completely innocent, if you don’t know that you were overreacting already.” His arms clenched around me, and I giggled.

  “Watch it, bruja.” He bit my shoulder lightly and I suppressed a moan. Finish talking first…play time later. “She wants you. She told me as much. I don’t trust her.”

  “But you should trust me,” I said, turning my head a bit so I could look him in the eye. “We’re nowhere near perfect, but you’re the only man I’ve ever loved. I don’t want to give up on that, even if I wonder if doing this again is stupid. And lesbi-honest, penis is my prerogative.”

  “Better be,” he growled, pushing his erection into my back. “Time’s running out baby, last remarks.”

  “Uh,” I breathed deep when he slid his hands under my shirt and cupped my breasts, “Cliff-notes: we will both be better about communicating, I’ll try not to be a brat, you’ll try not to get jealous of my friend, and we’ll enjoy the time we have together. Good?”

  “Good,” he whispered in my ear, lightly rimming it with his tongue, and my body nearly spasmed. Something about that little move took me to all cylinders blazing in a heartbeat. “Lay your head on my thigh.” I didn’t question him, I just slid my body down until I was almost wrapped around his leg and my cheek rested on one firm hunk of muscle.

  “I feel like I’ve waited a lifetime for this,” His voice was deep and husky, and the pure sex in it made my brain short-circuit. His thumbs pressed firmly at the base of my skull, then he worked them down the back of my neck to my shoulders with tight, pressing circles. The man’s hands were magical, hot damn.

  “Mmmm,” I moaned, and felt Luc’s hands pause behind me for a millisecond before he continued to massage my rapidly loosening muscles with his skilled hands. He adjusted himself behind me, causing his leg to pull away a bit and I snuggled into him again and heard a strangled sound come from him, but when I tried to turn, he kept me in place.

  “No rush, we’ve got all night.”

  I could feel how tense his body was, and here he was, massaging me like he wasn’t hard as rock and needing release.

  “Lift your head up,” he said, voice even deeper than it’d been initially. Languidly, I sat up and as he tunneled his hands through my dark hair and started to rub my scalp with gentle fingertips. I melted back against him with my eyes half closed.

  Cloud nine, nice to see you again.

  I moved restlessly, the throbbing in my body ramping up slowly but surely until I felt like one massive heartbeat. His big, rigid cock was pressing insistently into my lower back and images of him fucking me every way imaginable flitted across my mind.

  Innocently, I scooted my ass back hard against him, as if I were just making herself comfortable on the bed. His hands clenched on my head and the slight tug at my scalp made my eyes drift closed again. My core was clenching over and over, a steady rhythm now, and I wanted so much more.

  His hands trailed back to my shoulders and then he started to massage down my arms. As he made it back up, he slipped his hands over my collarbone and gently cupped my heavy breasts.

  What I wanted to do was strip my top off and tell him to please suck my nipples. But another part of me wanted this, this slow build-up. Luc sighed into my neck, pressing gentle kisses against the column as he nipped and sucked his way to my ear. Taking the lobe between his teeth, he pulled and I jumped, causing me to press into his erection again. I would never get tired of his mouth on me like that. He growled in my ear and gripped my breasts tighter.

  Taking his palms and sliding them back under my shirt and up my soft stomach, he molded and pulled my breasts in his hands, each pinch of my nipples sending shocks through me. I could feel the wetness seeping from my slit and coating my fitted sleep shorts. My skin was on fire and I wanted more...needed more. Boldly, I placed a palm over one of his large ones and guided him down to the waistband of my shorts.

  He took the lead. Sliding his hand underneath, he covered me ful
ly with his palm and squeezed. I groaned and wiggled against his fingers, hoping he’d move. He rubbed thick digits up and down my wet crease, then parted me with two fingers and stroked a third down to my entrance. I shuddered as he took his finger deep inside me before pulling out and stroking another in. There was a stretch, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It made me arch my hips against him, the slight fullness as he thrust in and out tenderly pulling low whimpers from me. It’d been so long. My fingers just didn’t do the same for me as his did. And nothing compared to his cock.

  “Unhhh,” I moaned out, and with his relentless massage of my pussy, he started to tongue my ear. God, it felt so good. He dipped his tongue in again and I clutched at his arm and pressed harder against his fluid fingers.

  “You’re gripping my fingers like a vise, Thea. You can’t wait to be full of my cock, can you?” he whispered, before laving my ear again. I couldn’t even answer him; I was so focused on the building feelings. My breathing was rapid and he let his palm roll over my hard clit while his fingers did the work below. The combination was too much to handle, and I quivered in his hold, feeling the pull of heat gathering through my body and pinging straight to my tightening walls. When he paused, I whined in protest.

  “No, please don’t stop, Luc, please,” he turned my head to him and delved into my mouth with his tongue, kissing me with all the fire I imagined was running through his veins.

  “Did you forget how you tortured me?”

  Ah shit. “Luc, oh my god, no. Not this time,” I begged, feeling like I was going to go straight out of mind if he didn’t finish what he started.

  One second, I was sitting between his legs, and the next, I was on my back on the bed with my legs obscenely wide in his hold. He stripped my shorts off me and tugged my shirt over my head, leaving me completely naked for his viewing pleasure. Luc seemed enthralled with my body now that there was nothing obstructing his view.

  He traced a hand down the curves of my side and glided one palm over my smooth brown thigh, drawing light circles as his area of play got smaller and smaller until he was caressing my thinly veiled labia. I had a fleeting thought that I was glad I kept things neat. Somehow, being in bed seemed more intimate than when he’d laid me out in my office.

  Thinking that made me tense up again, even though I knew Luc and loved him. He noticed and moved down until his mouth was mere inches from my clit. My eyes were wide and my lips were parted in anticipation. I could feel the warm wash of his breath so near, and I bucked my hips up involuntarily. Talk about hard up.

  Not dropping his gaze from mine, Luc playfully flicked his tongue at the engorged flesh and I shuddered at the sensation, feet moving apart slightly to brace against the bed. Taking his opening, he wedged in between my thighs to widen them even more and flattened his tongue as he licked my slit fully, coaxing the lips apart to reveal my glistening core.

  I was barely aware of breathing, it felt so good. It was such an addictive feeling, his tongue discovering me fully.

  As his exploring started to get more serious, I clenched my hands in the covers and lifted onto my elbows, wanting to see what I felt. Holding onto my wide hips, Luc moaned against my pussy, the vibrations causing me to wriggle even more in his rigid hold as the heat in my body shot up to unbearable degrees. I dropped my head back when I felt his fingers stretching me again.

  “Ah...mmm,” I panted, the combination of his tongue and fingers making me slick with hunger. I thought I felt a fourth finger, but I wasn’t sure and I didn’t care. I was too far engulfed by the rising inferno threatening to consume me completely. Everything was a blur and all I knew was sensation. I felt the fullness of the fingers inside of me, the lapping pleasure of his tongue, and then something probing at my ass.

  “Luc!” In surprise, I immediately tried to slam my legs closed, but his strong arm was still braced around me with his broad shoulders creating a sturdy spreader and there was nowhere for me to go. We’d never done this. I prepared for the pain of having something in my ass, but it didn’t come because as he pushed a finger against my ass; he sucked my clit fully into his warmth, compressing it between his tongue and the ridged roof of his mouth.

  My body bowed as he set a quick rhythm, driving me out of my mind with the heat of his suction, his fingers, and the thrusting digit at my backdoor. I was reaching for a crescendo that never hit me as hard when I played with myself alone, and I relished the release as much as I feared it’d send me into pieces. For long minutes, he nibbled and feasted on my sensitive folds and each second pushed me toward the edge. I soared as the dam that his clever mouth and tongue built, broke.

  “Baby...Luc! I can’t...you…Unghhh,” I groaned out brokenly, my fingers fisting in his thick hair as I bucked against him. I was vaguely aware of moaning I love you and felt his hum of satisfaction against me. Blinking sluggishly, I shivered with the leftover pleasure jolts, mewling softly as he soothed me with his tongue and fingers before removing them completely.

  My eyes were half-mast as he came up to cover my body with his large one, the insistent prod of his hard cock inside his briefs causing me to arch towards him and wrap my legs around his waist. He took my lips leisurely, nipping the edges and caressing my bottom lip with butterfly strokes before forcing my tongue into a heady battle of wills as we slanted our heads to try to get deeper into each other. Pulling back, he skimmed his lips over my jaw and down to my neck.

  “If I just keep you in a constant orgasm state, then I think most of our arguing would be nonexistent,” he teased, winking one of those gorgeous blue eyes and I couldn’t even muster up the energy to say something smart.

  “Mhm,” I stretched, wiggling under him. “Now fuck me.”

  He grimaced, getting rid of his boxers. “Perdóname, I don’t know how long I’ll last being inside you again.”

  “Your quick is other men’s full time,” I gripped his shoulders as he rolled onto his back, and I lifted on my knees.

  “You’re a fucking goddess,” he smoothed his hands over my breasts and lingered over my hips as I reached underneath me and…

  We looked at each other in shock and blurted out the problem in unison, “Condom!”

  “Dios,” he closed his eyes, his whole-body deflating except one very insistent part.

  I jumped off the bed and scrambled over to my bag. I think I’d thrown in a few, you know…just because I totally wasn’t hoping to have sex with my technical husband. I rummaged around, throwing aside random things because I totally over-packed because you never knew what you would need! I heard the crinkle of the packets before I saw them, and I grabbed them up, doing a little dance as I turned around.

  “Back in business, baby.”

  He was up on his elbows watching me with the most heated look. “Over here. Ahora.”

  Didn’t have to tell me twice. I jumped on him, tearing open the packet carefully and scooting down his body a bit to put it on properly.

  But first, a little lubrication.

  “Shit,” he groaned, hand flying to the back of my head when I engulfed him in my wet mouth. I didn’t linger too long, just made sure he was slick.

  Holding the tip to make sure there was no air trapped, I rolled it down his thick length, pulling my lip into my mouth in desire as I smoothed it over him. Who knew putting on a condom would make me even wetter? Just having my hands on him like this, everything about it was sexy.

  I crawled back up his body, catching his glazed eyes as he settled his hands on my waist and I lined up the flared head at my slippery entrance. I swallowed hard. This moment felt big. As did something else. But seriously…once we did this, it was completely real. By allowing him back into my body again, I was fully accepting him back into my life. That’s what it felt like.

  “If you’re not sure, Thea, we can wait.” His voice was strained and he moved me slightly away from him. I knew the words had to physically hurt with sex so close, and because he said them and I knew he meant them, I made my decision immediately.
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  “I want this,” I moaned as I started to sink down, the stretch of unused muscles doing nothing but adding to the sensation. “I want you.”

  “Gracias a Dios,” he grated, gripping my ass cheeks in his strong hands, pulling them apart with gentle plumping motions as he lowered me down completely. It felt amazing. He felt fucking amazing.

  I dropped my chest to his, bracketing his head with my arms and stroking his forehead and hair lightly with my fingertips. A shiver ran through my body as I lifted a bit, and ground back down onto his cock. I kept up the motion languorously, my clit getting all the action it needed. “I missed this,” I sighed against his mouth, pressing short kisses to each of his lips.

  He kept one hand on my ass and trailed another to the back of my neck, gripping it firmly and holding my mouth to his for a needy lip lock that stole the little breath I had left. My orgasm was building and I kept the slow rhythm, squeezing my muscles with every down-stroke and reveling in the guttural sounds that left his throat.

  “Don’t leave me again, mi cielo.” He speared me with that dark, mesmerizing gaze as he started to pick up the pace, surging up into me with such power that my body shook in his hold. The pleasure was so intense, so gripping that I couldn’t make any sound leave my mouth. I sobbed against him, biting into his shoulder to anchor me as I came apart in his arms and he growled in my ear, clutching me against his body. I could feel him come, and it only sent me higher. My vision swam and I collapsed, relaxed and more sated than I could ever remember feeling.

  “I won’t leave you, Luc,” I breathed against his warm, damp neck, nuzzling into him. He didn’t answer, just held me tighter and pressed small kisses against my skin, stroking his hands up and down any body part he could reach.

  Before long, he rolled me off him gently and I protested.

  “Just getting rid of the condom, baby.”

  I laid there, face pressed into the bed, my entire body boneless and heard the water running in the bathroom. I didn’t want to move a single inch.