Play Along(114)

“Just for clarification, I think you’re stunning all of the time, but happy looks real fucking good on you.”

Leaning back, my head hits the middle of his chest as we wait for the fireworks to start.

Maybe no one has ever let you feel safe and that’s why you’re not affectionate.

I remember those words so clearly. He said them that night we went to dinner when I asked him to teach me how to be better with physical closeness.

I didn’t know then, but he was right.

Hands sliding down his biceps, I pull his arms in to fold over me just as the first firework travels into the air. There’s a collective wondrous gasp as red light illuminates the dark Chicago sky.

“You are, right?” he asks low in my ear as the show begins to build. “Happy.”

Tilting to see him, the concern is evident on his face.

Of course I’m happy, but he’s referring to how I feel about not going to San Francisco, and I don’t want to talk about that right now.

I don’t want to talk at all.

“Come with me,” I say, taking his hand in mine and pulling him to follow me down the pier.

“Where are we going?”

“I have a different place I want to watch the fireworks from. Some place where I can show you just how happy you make me.”



The door to my apartment isn’t even closed before I toss his hat I’m wearing to the floor and slip my T-shirt over my head.

“Well, fuck,” he drawls.

“Exactly. That’s exactly what I want you to do. Fuck me.” Crossing the living room, I throw open the curtains, allowing them to frame the fireworks show that’s still going on outside.

“Right here.”

Kicking off my shoes, I slip my shorts down my legs, leaving me in only my bra and underwear, standing right there in front of the window. Looking like the needy woman I am.

I’m so fucking desperate for him, it’d be embarrassing if I didn’t know exactly the way he felt about me.

Across the room, Isaiah closes the door without looking away from me, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip as he stares.

Slowly, deliberately slowly, I reach behind and unclasp my bra.

“Close the curtain.”

“No.”

His jaw tics. “Kenny, I could give two fucks what the view out there looks like, but I’m sure as hell not sharing this view of you with anyone else. Close the fucking curtain.”

A rebellious smile hitches when I allow my bra to drop off my shoulders.

“Kennedy.”

“It’s a one-way mirror, caveman. We can see out, but they can’t see in.”

A beat passes before he huffs a laugh, but it’s dry and without humor. Isaiah crosses the living room, right to the bar where some too expensive whiskey sits in a decanter. He pours himself a glass, leans back against the counter, and slowly brings the whiskey to his lips.

“You want me to fuck you?”

Hands palming my breasts, I lightly squeeze, needing hands on my body, even if they’re my own. “I thought that was obvious.”

His eyes are glued on my fingers as I tweak my nipples. He takes another slow sip. “Show me.”

“What?”

“Show me where you want me to fuck you.”

My cheeks go warm as he sits back for his own personal show, the fireworks exploding in light behind me.

My hands are still roaming over my breasts.

“Your perfect tits,” he says. “I’ll fuck those tonight. Anything else?”

I run a single hand down my stomach, letting my middle finger glide over my underwear, over my pussy, lightly teasing my clit.

“I can’t see what you’re touching, Ken.”

“I’m touching this.” Using the waistband at my hips, I pull my panties up tight, letting the fabric slip between my pussy, but still not showing him everything.

“Tease.”

My body feels his appreciative stare from across the room as it starts to move and sway on its own accord. His eyes are glued, focused on only me, not paying attention to the show just outside. No one has ever looked at me the way he does. I’ve never been worshiped the way he worships me. Have never had to question him because he’s so steadfast in his feelings for me.

I keep my panties on, but push them to the side.

“Lose them,” he says before taking another swig.

So, I do, right there in front of the window, I kick them off and leave myself fully naked while Isaiah stands across the room still fully clothed.

My fingers find my clit again, and his eyes bounce from mine to between my legs and back again. Smiling at me like he knows a secret, like he’s proud of me for standing naked and fingering myself for him.

“You love to do whatever I tell you to do when you’re like this, huh? Needy and desperate for it.”

My nod is frantic.

“Then put that finger inside that perfect cunt of yours and show me exactly where you want me to fuck you.”

So, I do, slipping my finger inside. Slowly at first, just to the first knuckle.

He shakes his head. “More.”

Second knuckle and it has me rocking into my hand with a whimper of a moan. My other hand grabs my tit and squeezes.

“Fuck.” It comes out like a breath of air before he throws back the rest of the drink, discards the empty glass by tossing it on the couch, and stalks across the room. In three predatory steps, he has me pinned to the window.