My Next Play by Carrie Ann Ryan

Chapter 10

Miles

I blinkedat Nessa’s words. “Okay.”

“I’m sorry. I mean maybe later, but not right now.”

I did my best to push images of sex with Nessa out of my mind, but given that she had just said “sex” while practically on top of me, and I could feel her heat, and my cock was hard, it was a little difficult to focus.

“Anything you want. I wasn’t expecting—damn it.” I let out a breath and did my best to keep images of what Nessa had said out of my mind. “I didn’t expect anything tonight. I promise. I’m sorry. If that’s what you thought... I’m so sorry.”

She winced. “That’s not what I meant. I was only trying to put it out there that I didn’t want to sleep with you tonight. I didn’t mean that I didn’t want to sleep with you ever. I don’t want to mess with our friendship, so I want to take it slow. I hope that makes sense.”

I nodded quickly, relief and disappointment warring inside of me. “Of course. Same here.”

“I guess that means we’re taking things slow. I’m not ready for sex. It complicates everything. And my life is super involved as it is. I have a feeling if we have sex, it’ll only make things harder.” She blushed, and I did my best not to laugh. “You know what I mean.”

“My mind went somewhere else, but yes, I understand what you mean.” My dick did indeed get hard, but I ignored it.

“I don’t want you to think I’m leading you on or being a tease or anything.”

I frowned and shook my head. “Of course, not. I don’t think you’re a tease, Nessa. I think we should take it slow, too. And unlike some people I know, I don’t have sex on the first date. Sometimes not even the second. I’m not a guy who just bangs and walks away. Which probably isn’t the best thing to say when you’re nearly on my lap.” She looked down, and her eyes widened. I resisted the urge to cover myself.

“Oh. I didn’t think. Um, that’s good to know. However, I would like to watch that movie. And maybe kiss. I like kissing.”

My gaze shot to her lips. “I like kissing, too.”

“I’m not using you, Miles. Not to get over anyone or to forget about life. You’re my friend, okay?”

That made me smile, and I reached out, brushing the hair from her face to tuck it behind her ear. “I’m the same. I’m not using you, either. If we end up using each other just a little, then we do it beneficially, where we know what we want going in. Together.” I frowned.

She leaned into my touch, and I swallowed hard. It was so hard to think when she was touching me, but I did my best.

“Yes. Exactly.” When she leaned forward, I met her halfway and brushed my lips across hers. She tasted of coffee and Nessa. I held back a groan, knowing that kissing her would soon become an addiction. I’d been thinking about it since I first met her, and that had been over a year ago. She hadn’t been for me then—at least that’s what I had told myself.

Were things different now? I wasn’t sure. But maybe I wanted them to be. I kissed her, deepening it slightly until we both moaned. Slowly, I brushed my lips across hers and then along her jaw as she tilted her head, giving me better access. She groaned, the soft sound going straight to my cock, and I knew I’d end up with zipper marks later. I didn’t care. She was so soft, so sweet. So precious. I didn’t want to break her, and I was a big guy. So, I would have to be gentle—oh, so gentle.

I slowly slid my hands down her sides and over her hips. I squeezed, and she moved, pressing her body against my side. When we each sucked in a breath, she repositioned herself to straddle me, her heat right above my dick. I told myself I would stop thinking about her pussy. Only I couldn’t. Not even a little. She was so close, only her jeans and mine separating us. It was all I could do not to rise and rub against her. I couldn’t stop thinking about her pussy, and her breasts, and everything about her. Damn it. I liked Nessa. I wouldn’t let my mind wander more than it already had. I would kiss her and nothing else. And then I groaned. Loudly. She froze for a moment before grinning at me and leaning down to bite my lip as she slowly rocked against me.

I sucked in a breath through my teeth and counted to ten. I would not come in my jeans like a fucking teenager. I’d had sex before. I could last, damn it. I would not come. No, no, no. No coming.

I put one hand on her hip, keeping her steady because the friction was getting to me, and then I slid the other into her hair. I tugged slightly, testing, and her pupils widened as she gasped.

“You like?” I asked tentatively. I liked things a little rougher despite what some may think about me, but I would be gentle with her. I would be anything Nessa wanted and needed me to be.

“I do,” she said. Once again, I nearly came.

I tugged again, this time a little harder, and her mouth parted in a sigh. Since her head was already dropped back, I pressed a kiss to her throat before nibbling down to her shoulder, licking and biting along the way. She groaned, rocking her hips again. I tugged on her hair harder because I knew she liked it—I saw it in her face, heard it in how she moaned.

I’d give her what she wanted and take what I needed. It would all be mutually beneficial because that’s what I got off on. I liked it hard and rough, but I knew I’d like it however she wanted.

The fact that she liked me tugging on her hair a bit? Fucking perfect.

Testing, I took one of her wrists and pulled it behind her back. It brought her breasts closer to my face, and I rubbed my cheek against one of the soft mounds over her shirt. She groaned, pushing closer to my face, and since they were right there, I nuzzled both, biting through the fabric a bit. She moaned louder, and I used my hand, already holding one wrist, to grasp the other. I pinned her arms behind her, bringing her chest even closer. She looked at me.

“Good?” I asked, needing consent.

“Yes,” she said, her breath getting choppy. I kept both arms pinned behind her with one hand as I slowly rubbed my other finger along her collarbone and down into the deep V of her shirt. She had a tank on underneath, so I slowly brushed my finger across the swell of her breasts under her tank. Her mouth parted, and she began breathing in soft pants, squeezing her thighs against my hips. I kept my gaze on her as I slowly tugged her shirt down, taking her tank and her bra with it. She blinked at me before leaning down to kiss me. I kissed her harder than before, not bruising but with a little more need. She groaned again. I tugged her shirt down farther, pinning her arms in place a bit more as I slowly revealed her breasts. “Miles,” she panted more.

“Just tell me when to stop.”

“I can’t,” she whispered. “I won’t.”

I slowly brushed my knuckle across her nipple, watching it pebble into a hard point against my skin. I leaned down, breathed cool air over it, and it puckered beautifully. She was so pink, so beautiful. I leaned down and sucked a taut bud into my mouth, a little harder than I might have meant. She moaned again, throwing her head back as she pressed into my face. I still had her hands pinned behind her back. She was at my mercy, so I sucked and bit her nipple until she was squirming on my lap, ready to come.

I licked and sucked, and then I let go, pulling back so I could kiss her mouth.

“Miles, I need to…don’t stop.”

“I won’t, not until you ask nicely.” I kissed her again before I let go of her hands to run both of mine through her hair and around her body. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her body into me even though she was only partially clothed. She held onto me and ground down on my dick. I let her, knowing I would come if we weren’t careful. I gripped the back of her neck, keeping her steady as I kissed her, devoured her mouth with mine. I positioned her back against the couch and hovered over her, thrusting slightly against her pussy, even though we were both clothed on our lower halves. The friction was almost too much. She groaned again, so I reached between us and slowly undid the button of her pants.

“Good?” I asked.

“Please, just touch me already.”

I grinned and then slid my hand into her panties, swiping my finger over her clit. She was wet, hot. And with that one swipe, she fell over the edge. A single touch of her beautiful pussy, and she came on my hand. I cupped her, sending her further into her orgasm as I delved my fingers between her wet and swollen folds.

She groaned, her body shaking. I leaned down and sucked her nipple into my mouth, and she moaned my name. As she looked at me, coming down off her high, I pulled my hand out of her panties. Meeting her gaze, I licked her wetness off my fingers. She covered her face with her hands, groaning once more, and I grinned.

“So fucking sweet,” I said before taking off my glasses so I wouldn’t break them and leaning over her.

I didn’t go any farther, I knew we weren’t ready for that, but I had taken the edge off for her. I’d wait for mine. She held onto me, kissed me again, and then the door opened behind us.

“Hey, did I leave my...?” Tanner’s voice trailed off before he smiled widely. “Cool. You and Nessa? It’s about time. Sorry for walking in.”

Nessa let out a scream and covered herself, even as I blocked Tanner’s view of her. He had likely only seen part of her face, but I knew the moment was broken. My dick was still hard, but it wouldn’t get touched anytime soon.

“Tanner, get the fuck out.”

“Aw, look at you, getting all growly. I’m sorry. Seriously. Sorry.” He picked up his book from the table near him and closed the door.

“I could have sworn I locked that,” I said, wincing as I leaned down and kissed Nessa’s fingers since they were covering her face.

“Did he see anything?” she squeaked.

“No, I’m covering you. You’re fine. Let’s get you dressed, though.”

“I think I’m sort of already dressed. I have no idea how you got my boob out of my shirt like that.”

“I’d say practice, but we both know that’s not the case.” I kissed Nessa again, then helped her dress, willing my dick to calm down.

“So...” she whispered.

“I am sorry about that.”

“About making me come? About Tanner? Or what?”

“I’m never going to be sorry about making you come.” I couldn’t wait to do it again.

“I can’t believe I went off that quickly.”

“It means I’m going to have to see how long I can tease you next time.”

“Oh,” she said, her cheeks reddening. “I guess you like the whole tying people up thing? Or just binding? Or like it hard and rough? I can’t believe I’m saying this.”

I grinned, despite the serious questions. “Sometimes. I don’t know, I like it a little rougher, I suppose. But, honestly, with you? I want anything. Which makes me sound like a cad, but here I am.”

“I don’t know what I want, Miles. I liked what we did. I’m just not ready for anything more right now.”

I nodded, feeling the same, honestly. I leaned down and gripped her hand, pulling her palm to my lips. I kissed her gently, and her eyes darkened.

“You and me? We can do dinner. We can study. We can do what we just did, and however rough you’d like it,” I teased, and she swallowed hard.

“I guess we can say we’re dating, just not as serious as the others because that’s serious. And I’m not ready for that.”

I nodded. “Completely understand.”

She let out a breath. “We were going to watch a movie.” I looked at my dick, and she groaned. “Or maybe I could help take care of that.”

I shook my head. “No, we’re going to will that little erection of mine away.”

“Miles, I don’t think there’s anything little about that,” she teased.

And that was the Nessa I knew and liked a lot. The one I’d had a crush on.

“Come here. Cuddle with me, woman.”

“Aw, look at you, being all forceful.”

I pinched her hip, and she squeaked. “Be careful. That won’t be the only thing I pinch.”

“Oh, dear God,” she said, her eyes darkening more.

“Yes, beware of what you just unleashed.”

“Should I make a joke about releasing the Kraken?”

“We already said we weren’t going to talk about my dick tonight,” I said deadpan, and she snorted. I pulled her onto my lap, kissed her again, and did my best to find a movie, trying not to think about how close she was to my dick.