Page 45 of The Player I Can’t Pick

She doesn’t wait. She reaches for the waistband of my pants and pulls at them.

“Nicole,” I say, thinking I need to slow things down.

She shakes her head. “It’s my turn.”

There’s something different in her expression. She has more confidence tonight, and my already hard cock bulges in my briefs.

I lift my hips, and she pulls my pants and underwear down in one fell swoop. My cock bounces between us, and I stare into Nicole’s wide eyes.

She licks her lips, and my hips jerk just watching her. As she presses her tongue to my tip, my head falls back, and a groan escapes me. Fuck, I’m not going to last.

She fists my cock as she takes me down her throat. I lift my head, wanting to watch her even though it’s pure torture. She’s bobbing up and down, and I try to hold myself together, but I’m so close I pull her off me.

Her lips are swollen and wet. “But…”

I kick off my shoes and pull my pants the rest of the way off and then reach for her. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

She stands up and watches me as she pulls her shirt over her head. I grip the side of the bed in my hands. It’s either that or I’m going to reach for her, and I don’t want to do that yet. I want to enjoy this.

She sucks in a breath and then undoes the button on her jeans. I’m literally holding my breath as she pulls the denim down her legs. She steps out of her jeans and then stands up to her full height in only her bra and panties.

I tilt my chin up. “All of it. I want to see all of you.”

A sliver of panic slides across her face, but she pulls her shoulders back and stands taller. My eyes are glued to her as she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra. The straps fall from her shoulders, and I’m drooling as she pulls the material off.

Her breasts are round and her nipples erect. It takes everything in me to stay seated and not reach for her. “More,” I say huskily.

She puts her fingers into the waistband of her panties, peels the silky material down her thighs, and steps out of them. Completely naked, she stands in front of me, and my cock is covered in precum just from the show.

She takes a step toward me, and I tense suddenly. “Wait. I don’t have any condoms.”

She freezes. She opens her mouth and then closes it, shaking her head.

“What?” I ask.

She shrugs. “I uh, am on the pill, but I mean…”

Her voice trails off, and I realize how big this moment is. “Are you sure?”

Her nose scrunches up. “Am I sure I’m on the pill? I mean, yeah, I take it every day to help with my periods.”

I slowly let out a strained breath. “No, I mean are you sure you’re okay with that? I’m safe. I wouldn’t hurt you.”

When she realizes what I’m asking, she nods and takes the final steps toward me. She pushes me until I’m lying on my back, and then she straddles my hips. My cock is long and hard, pressed against the cheeks of her ass.

She hovers over me. “I’m sure.”

I put my hands on her hips, and she leans over and kisses me.

I let her lead. But it’s hard because I want to be inside her.

I break the kiss long enough to look at her. Watching her become more confident with me does something to my chest that has nothing to do with sex. She trusts me.

She rises to her knees and brings my cock in front of her. She positions me at her entrance, and I’m holding my breath as she slowly slides down my length.

My moan fills the room, and she stops. Her eyes search mine. “Are you okay?”

I nod. “Yeah, I’ve never…” I shake my head, trying to pull myself together. “I’ve never been bare. Fuck, you feel good, baby.”