Player Loves Curves Box Set #4-6 by Hope Ford
Serenity
I’m crashed lyingon his chest, and I know I should get up, but every time I try to move, to get off him, he holds on to me tighter. Finally, I lift my head, smiling at him. “I could stay here all night, but I know I’m squashing you.”
His forehead creases as he wraps his arms tighter around me. “You’re not squashing me. I like this and I’m afraid if I let you up, you’re going to rethink this, regret it maybe.”
I kiss his chest, right where his heart is. “Nope. No regrets, but I do have to use the bathroom.”
He groans as he slides his hands down my back and cups my ass, squeezing them. “Fine. I need to go too, but then back to bed.”
I try not to grimace as I lift off of him. My breath catches in my throat as I look at him. He’s big—even flaccid, he’s big. I blush brightly, pull a T-shirt off the dresser, and turn away as I put it on. He follows me into the bathroom, throwing the condom away, and then stretches his arms overhead as he walks out.
I smile after him, trying to keep my eyes off the hard muscles of his back. I take care of business and then walk out. He’s still naked and I try to look at anything except for the massive bulge between his legs. “You need to go before I take a shower?”
As he walks past me, he brushes a kiss across my forehead. When he walks in, I try to give him a little privacy, even though he didn’t close the door. But when I hear the shower turn on, I peek back inside. Peeking around the door, he’s testing the waters. “You showering?” I ask him.
He walks over to me and grabs my hand, tugging me toward him. “We’re showering. And then I’m taking you back to bed.”
He tests the water again and then pulls my T-shirt off and helps me in. It’s so awkward for me, and I tell him so. “I’ve never showered with someone else.”
He’s usually so gruff and controlling, but when he does give me a rare smile, I hold on to it. “Why are you smiling?”
He takes the loofah sponge I have hanging and squirts some soap on it. He runs it along my shoulders, my arms, across my belly. It’s as if he’s pondering my question and then finally he shrugs his shoulders. “I like being your firsts.” He continues to wash my hair and the way he’s touching me, caressing me, makes me feel that this is more than a one-night stand.
I take the sponge from the wall and wash his body from head to toe. He tries to pull me to him over and over, but I resist. I have one thing on my mind right now, and I don’t want to stop. I drop to my knees on the tile of the shower floor. Ignoring the hard texture under my knees, I reach for him. He must see my grimace, because he’s pulling me up by the arms and shutting the water off. “I was gonna—” I start, but he’s already tugging me out of the shower and drying me off. He stands on the mat dripping wet, but all his focus is on me.
He towel dries my hair and starts brushing it out. I look into his eyes, waiting for him to look at me. When he does, I get cold feet and clam up. “What is it?” he asks.
I look at the shower and back at him. “I was going to, uh, you know.”
He laughs. “Say it.”
I roll my eyes. “Fine. I was going to, you know, uh, suck”—I clear my throat—“your penis. Or at least try to.”
He shrugs his shoulders. “You were hurting your knees.”
“So, uh, you don’t want me to…”
I barely get the sentence out before he’s dropping the comb in the sink, putting his hands around my waist and holding me. “I’ll never take pleasure from you that causes you pain.”
Holy fuck, he’s so alpha and controlling. I should be turned off by it—I’ve been independent for more years than I can count—but there’s something about the way he is that has my whole body pulsating for his touch.
I bite my lower lip before sliding my hand across his chest, down his abdomen, and circle my palm around his hard shaft. “So you don’t want me to?”
He grunts and his hips flex toward my hand. My hold tightens on him as he seems to get even bigger.
He pries my hand open and pulls me to the bedroom. He lies down on the bed and pulls me up his body until I’m planted between his knees. “I want you, Serenity. There’s no doubt about it.” He fists himself, tugging from root to tip, and I watch as a drop of precum leaks onto his tip. Instinctively, I stick my tongue out to taste him. And one taste is not enough. I pleasure him, taking him as far down my throat as I can before releasing him. Over and over, until I’m soaking wet again and he’s about to explode.
When his balls tighten under my hand, he pulls me up his body. “I’m clean. I promise I’m clean.”
“Me too,” I say then roll my eyes. Of course I’m clean, duh.
He crunches his stomach as if he’s in pain. “I want to be in you bare… nothing between us. Will you get on the pill this week?”
I stare back at him, nodding my head.
He leans up, kissing me until my toes curl. “Is that a yes, Serenity?”
With swollen lips, I answer him. “Yes.”
No sooner are the words out of my mouth than he has me on my back, has sheathed himself and is pushing inside me. He makes sure I’m okay, and although I’m a little sore, I’ll never tell him because I don’t want him to stop.
He completely fills me and when we both climax, I can’t help but wonder what’s going to happen now. He’s lying next to me, his arms and legs around me and holding me tight. This is all new to me, but surely it’s not always like this. I can’t help but think this is special. Right?
* * *
Dusty
It wasa long night and I barely got any sleep. Even now, I know I’ll never get enough of Serenity. She woke me again for sex, but I put a stop to that, because I knew she was sore and trying to hide it from me. I used my tongue and gave her two more orgasms before I curled my arms around her. With the sun peeking in the windows, I know I should get up. But I really don’t want to.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I nudge her with my hand, hating to wake her. “Hey, there’s someone at the door. You expecting anyone?”
She opens her eyes and looks at the clock. “Shoot, I’m going to be late.” She sits up and then, realizing she’s naked, she pulls the sheet up to cover her. “It’s probably Jason,” she says around a yawn.
“Jason. Who the fuck is Jason?” I demand more roughly than I probably should. I get out of bed and start tugging on my pants from the night before. Already, my body is tense and I’m ready for a fight. Who is this Jason and why does he think it’s okay to knock on her door at six-thirty in the morning?
She’s all leisure-like and I try not to get distracted as she covers her pretty body with a T-shirt. “He’s my neighbor and he works in the offices next door to the restaurant. He gave me a ride to work last week when my car was in the shop and he’s been asking if I need a ride since then. He probably thinks I work the morning shift.”
The doorbell rings this time and she sighs before walking away. I don’t let her get far. “You’re not answering the door like that.” I take in her T-shirt and too-short shorts, her rumpled hair, and while she’s so damn fuckable looking right now, he’s not going to get to see it. “I’ll get rid of him.” Her mouth drops but I don’t care; I walk past her. I know I shouldn’t ask, but a part of me needs to know. With my hand gripping the doorway, I ask her, “Unless you want him to stick around. I mean if you like him?” I’m never insecure, but right now, I’m not even breathing, waiting for her to answer.
Her face tightens and turns a dark red. “Really, you’re going to ask me that… after last night?”
Fuck! I’ve pissed her off now, and I may not know her well, but I do know her well enough to know she’s not going to sleep with one man if she likes another. It looks like I’m going to have some groveling to do.
The doorbell rings again and I walk from the room, stalking to the front door.
I pull it open, not knowing what to expect about who the person is on the other side. The man is dressed in a suit and his BMW is parked in the driveway. He’s arrogant. I can tell by the way he raises his nose at me when I open the door.
I puff my chest out at him. I’m sure he has no doubt what I’m doing here. My pants unbuttoned, no shirt, fuck, I may even turn to let him see the scratch marks on my back for good measure. “Yeah?” I ask him.
He clears his throat. “I’m here to see Serenity.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “Oh yeah, she can’t come to the door right now. Is there something I can help you with?”
He pushes his glasses up his nose. “No, I was just checking to see if she needed a ride into work.”
I almost feel sorry for the dude as I slap him on the shoulder. “No, she’s good. If she needs a ride from now on, I got it. Thank you though.”
I shut the door in his face and go back to search for Serenity to ask for forgiveness. I follow the sound of the shower running and she’s in the bathroom in the hallway instead of hers. Did she think she could avoid me? That’s a laugh.
I open the bathroom door, stripping off my pants on the way. When I slide the glass door open, I can tell she’s mad. “I left the other bathroom open for you to use.”
I walk into the shower and under the hot spray. “Well, that’s the thing, I sort of like showering with you.”
I take the sponge from her hand and take up where she left off, washing her curvy body. She grabs on to me and stops my movement. “I’m not easy. I don’t just have men, ya know…”
I shake my head and could kick myself for making her think I thought that about her. “I know. I just got a little insecure for a minute. I don’t like other men knocking on your door.”
She rolls her eyes and tries to turn away, but I grip on to her waist. “I’m sorry. I know you’re not easy. I know that other men are going to want you… and I’ll have to deal with that. But I don’t have to like it.”
She searches my eyes. “Dusty, we just met. It was one night; you don’t have to…”
I kiss her then. I have a whole lot to say to her, but I don’t know if she’s ready to hear it. When I pull back, I tell her, “I told you last night one night wouldn’t be enough. I’m going to make you mine, Serenity.”
She softens against me then and so I spend the next hour showing her exactly what I’m feeling toward her.
