A short look at Playing House - La Petite Mort Club Intimate Encounters (Nick and Sarah)
“Okay.” Nick flipped on the light. The two kids smiled at him, making him feel like a hero.
“Thank you,” they both said.
“You’re welcome. Now, get some sleep.” Because it was time for him to get laid. He closed the door and headed down the hallway.
He stopped in the doorway of the kitchen. Sarah was sipping from a glass of wine as she emptied the dishwasher.
“Woman. Get that sexy ass into our bedroom.” If the kitchen had a door, he’d fuck her right here against the counter.
“How many books did they get you to read?” She turned, closing the dishwasher and leaning against it.
“Two.” He strolled toward her, his eyes roaming her slender frame.
“Only two? You did good.” She sipped her wine, her eyes drifting over him in a slow caress that made his dick harden even more.
“I did.” He closed the distance, his arms wrapping around her. “You ready to concede?”
“Hardly.” She laughed, her hands caressing their way up and down his chest. “The night is young and the weekend is younger.”
“I get better with practice.” He pulled her against him. “You can attest to that.”
“Yes. You had plenty of practice before I met you.” Her arms circled his neck, her fingers sliding through his hair. She kissed him, tasting of wine and popcorn and her. He pulled her closer, rocking against her.
“I want to take you right now. Right here.” His hand cupped her breast. “So, we’d better move to the bedroom before I lose the little control I have.”
“We’d better.” She kissed him again. “Because I’ve been waiting all night.”
“You have?” He leaned back, his hands on her ass.
“Yep. Apparently, I need practice.” Her eyes sparkled with humor.
“Practice?”
“Kissing it and making it better.”
“Oh, you do.” He lifted her in his arms. “You certainly do and I know the owie you can practice on.” He strode toward their room.
“I’m going to start here”—she nipped his lip and then ran her tongue over it—“and move down your body.” She kissed her way to his ear and whispered, “I’ll use my teeth. Not too hard but enough to give you a boo-boo and then I’ll kiss it and make it all better.” Her tongue darted into his ear and he stumbled. “Hey.” Her arms tightened around his neck.
“You may have to postpone that until round two.” He closed the door behind him and pressed his dick against her, letting her feel how ready he was.
“Nope. You said I needed to practice so you’re going to have to suffer through it.”
“You’re an evil woman.” He took two more steps into the room and tossed her on the bed. “And I’m a hero.” He spread his arms. “I conquer evil.” He launched himself at her.
She squealed, rolling to her side but he was on top of her before she could get away. He grabbed her shoulder, throwing her onto her back. “You’re mine, evil woman.” He held her hands at the sides of her head.
“What are you going to do, Mr. Hero? Bang the bad out of me?”
“Hell, yes”—he laughed as he grabbed both her hands in one of his and reached between them—“and I think this first time you need it hard, really hard.”
“I think, I need to be naked for that punishment.”
“I agree.” His humor fled as he let go of her hands so she could wiggle out of her pants. He barely waited for her to kick them off her feet before his hand slid between her legs. She was wet and ready for him. “I need you.” He kissed her, sinking his finger into her pussy as his tongue explored her mouth. She was so hot for him, always.
Her hands went to his pants, undoing his button before moving to his zipper. He kissed her neck, teasing that spot she loved with his tongue and teeth before sucking on it. She moaned, squeezing his cock but the damn zipper was still up.
“Sarah, stop playing around.” When she didn’t respond, he pushed her hand out of his way and lowered his zipper. His dick needed to be free and then inside her.
“Wait. Shhh.” She moved her head, staring over his shoulder.
“What?” His dick rested on her mound, impatient to get going.
“Don’t you hear that?”
“Hear what?” All he could hear was his blood roaring through his body.
“The kids.”
“They’re asleep.” They’d better be fucking asleep.
“They are not asleep. They’re playing.” She pushed at his chest, but he wasn’t going anyway.
“No. They aren’t.” He could hear the giggles now and he wanted to cry. “They’re asleep.” He ran his finger along her seam, teasing around her clit. “I don’t hear anything and neither do you.”
A loud laugh echoed through the house.
“We can’t.” She stuck her hand between her legs, cock blocking him.
“Fuck, Sarah.” He shot her a glare as he rolled off her.
“We can’t ignore it. They’ll get louder and more excited.”
He was going to cry. His balls would turn blue and he’d cry.
“We have to stop it now, or they won’t sleep for hours.” She started to get out of bed.
He pushed her back down and was on her again, back between her legs but not inside her body. “I’ll go. You wait here.” He kissed her hard and fast and then rolled to the side, pulling up his pants. “I want you naked, legs spread and waiting for me when I get back.” He strode from the room, his dick protesting the scrape of his clothes with every step.