Page 55 of Risky Play

I leaned up on my knees to get a better angle and pressed her hands above her head. I interlaced our hands, giving me leverage, and took her harder. She was pliable beneath me, and we moved in unison, like our bodies were made to be locked together. Like we fit.

“Matt,” she cried out.

I kept going as the waves of her orgasms washed over her. Her eyes closed, and she sank back on the bed. Then I couldn’t stop myself. I took her roughly, rocking her bed against the wall until my eyes rolled back into my head, and I growled out my release.

When I opened my eyes, she was still pinned beneath me but looking up at me like I hung the moon. I unclenched our interlocked hands and gave her a quick kiss before pulling out and getting up to get rid of the condom.

I came back to the bed and pulled the comforter over us as we lay together, trying to catch our breath.

She swirled a hand over my chest and kissed my neck sweetly. “I was so mad at you this morning when you were gone, but I think you made up for it.”

I kissed the top of her head. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t sure what to do, and I had to get to morning skate. Are you sure you’re okay with us not telling your brother?”

She nodded. “He doesn’t need to know. Not yet.”

“Okay. If that’s what you want.”

“I want to figure out what we are first.”

I looked down at her and tilted her chin up to look at me. “You’re my girl, right?”

The smile cracked her face. “You want me to be?”

“I wouldn’t be here laying all my cards out if I didn’t.”

“I want to be your girl.”

“Good.”

She laid her head on my chest, and I knew I should head home so I wasn’t late for the jet tomorrow, but I didn’t want to leave the comfort of her arms.

“Matt?” she asked after a few minutes of silence had passed.

“Hmm?”

She put a finger to her lips. “I like when you restrained my hands tonight.”

I quirked up an eyebrow. “Oh?”

A pink tinge spread across her cheeks. “I know I’m inexperienced, but being restrained is one of my fantasies.”

“Like being tied to the bed?”

“Maybe…” she said with a sly smile. “I like the idea of my hands being above my head in leather cuffs while you have your way with me.”

“Okay,” I breathed out.

That was not something I thought she was going to say. Or something I’d ever done with a chick. My high school girlfriend and I never explored that, and none of the hookups I had on the road said they wanted me to tie them up. I’d only ever had vanilla sex.

She put her hand over her face. “Sorry. I made it weird. If that’s not something you want⁠—”

“I’m willing to try it to figure out what you like. What position did you like better?”

“I liked both. But my thighs are on fire from last night and practice today.”

I grinned. “Next time we’ll try something different, okay?”

She smiled up at me. “Really?”