PLAY ME -Part 2-

                                    

                                          
Y'all better read part one before you read this shit!
Oh btw this isn't mine I forgot to say that at the beginning oops!
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"Austin..." my voice was suddenly hoarse. I made myself look at him. The fact that his face was so close to mine didn't make it any easier.
"Think about it, Ally. I know everything about you. I've lived with you for three years. I know every single of of your fantasies, the ones you don't even tell you're boyfriends. I could play you like an upright bass."
I let out a long, gusty breath, that faded off slightly into a moan at the end.
I gulped.
"We shouldn't," I said, looking down again. "You're my room-mate. My friend. My bestfriend. This'll just make things awkward between us..." My eyes flashed to his face, and, when I saw he wasn't going to interrupt, I continued. "Like you said, it'll happen when it happens. No need to... um, rush things."
I wasn't sure if I was trying to convince him or myself that this would be a bad idea.
He didn't say anything until he was sure I was done. And even then, all he said was a light. "Okay," followed by him grabbing the green glass bottle out of my hands.
I blinked. "Okay?" I repeated, stunned. I guessed it was stupid, but I thought he'd put up a little bit of a fight. I knew I should be grateful that he was giving up, but I found myself getting annoyed.
He nodded, sipping. "Okay."
I looked straight ahead of me, now sure exactly how I should feel. He had given up so easily. It was so unusual, for him.
We sat in silence for a few seconds, and I tried very hard not to think to much, but my mind played hopscotch against my will.
He offered... But then declined. No, I did that. But he didn't care. Should that bug me? Should I-
Warm, soft, pink, red-wine-flavored lips were suddenly crushed against mine. My eyes flew wide open, the shock sending my heart slamming against my check, my palms sweating. I brought my hands to his chest, pushing my palms against him. We couldn't. We shouldn't.
The way his lips moved against mine was too persuasive, it was duress. He grabbed both of my hands by the wrists, moving us so quickly that it knocked the air that I had managed to regain out of me.
In an instant, we were on the ground, and my hands were pinned above my head, and my eyes were flickering closed, and his tongue was swirling against mine.
A low chuckle bubbled from his lips, his knee moving to separate mine.
I let out a shaky breath. "I thought - you said - okay,"
"Mmm," he murmured, his tongue slick against mine. "I say a lot of things."
                          
Austin:
Her chest heaved, soft little pants leaving her every so often. Her hair was starting to tumble out of the messy ponytail it had been in, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were hooded, and the shirt she had stolen from me was bunched around her waist, exposing her dark pink panties.
Fuck. Me.
Fuck if she wasn't the hottest sight I had ever seen. I knew I could get most of the girls in the college. I knew it, and I used it. And it had frustrated me no end that the sexiest girl, the most desirable woman I had ever met was my own room-mate. And she showed about minus one percent interest in me.
To say that I wanted her was an understatement. To say that my blood boiled when I heard her banging around her bedroom with guy after guy every week was another understatement. And the fact that none of those fuckers had ever taken the time to give her the pleasure she deserved - that was the most infuriating thing I had heard in a long time.
I clenched my jaw. No. This wasn't about me. This wasn't about my own gratification. This was about her. I was helping her. I would give her what she so obviously needed, and then I would back the fuck away and take care my own situation in the shower.
I kissed her lips one more time before kissing down her jaw, then her throat. I felt her pulse with every heartbeat, and there seemed to be a lot of heartbeats. I grazed my teeth over it, and felt my stomach involuntarily tighten as she let out the neediest little whimper I had ever heard in my life.
I tried to pass off the knot in my throat as a chuckle. I let my teeth scrape against her soft skin again, and then I sucked. She gasped.
"Still think we shouldn't do this?" I wondered, my eyes flashing up to her face.
She scowled at me, looking about as angry as a discontented kitten. "Shut up,"
"I'm just saying," I shrugged, nibbling on the skin above her collarbone. A long, low moan was my reward. "When's the last time you didn't have to pretend this felt good?" She didn't answer. I wasn't even sure that she heard me. Her eyes slid closed, and her teeth dug into her bottom lip, in a whole other world.
I released her hands and scooped her up, carrying her bridal style into my room. She looked at me, her teeth still in her lip.
I set her down on my bed, glad that, for some reason, I had actually made it this morning.
My lips were almost immediately on hers. I grabbed the her - my - shirt at the hem, and she lifted her arms, letting me pull it off.
And she wasn't wearing a bra.
Holy fuck.
Her eyes scrutinized my expression. "Um," she muttered, looking down. "Austin? I - I just... I mean... Am I... okay?"
I resisted the urge to gape at her. I looked over her body again, at her perfect, ivory skin and subtle curves and pink nipples and the way her dark hair tumbled down onto her shoulders.
"Are you fucking kidding?"
She blinked. I decided to enlighten her. "Ally, you are perfect. You're just..." I looked at her again. "I can't describe it. You're beautiful."
She looked at me doubtfully. I had no idea what kind of expression was on my face, but it must have been genuine because the corners of her lips turned upwards into a small smile. "Thanks," she whispered.
"Don't thank me yet," I smirked, letting my lips brush against hers. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her panties. "May I?"
She nodded, lifting her hips to help me get them off. "Please," she murmured as I flung them away.
I dropped to my knees suddenly. I had to taste her. I needed to.
"Oh God," she whimpered, realizing what I was going to do.
I raised her feet on to the bed, and she slowly, but hesitantly opened her legs, her breathing becoming more and more shallow with every breath. I was nearly impossible not to feel cocky. The fact that I was the only one that could do this to her that could make her feel like this...
I kissed her stomach, the area just below her navel, her breaths becoming shorter as my kisses traveled lower. I stopped, at the top of her slit, her frustrated groan music to my ears.
"Austin," she objected. "Lower."
Even as she said the words, her cheeks burned red.
I smiled. Even now, in her current state, she managed to be adorable.
I placed a light kiss on her swollen bundle of nerves, my middle finger moving to her entrance. She was fucking dripping.
I swirled my tongue around her clitoris, my finger moving into the warmest, tightest - holy fuck.
I suddenly had to press my hips against my mattress, trying desperately to give any sort of relief to the erection straining against my boxers. I had never wanted and girl so badly in my whole life. I doubted I ever would again.
She tasted as good as she smelled, sweet and heady. I pumped my finger in and out of her, teasing her clit, tracing patterns along her inner thigh, setting a rhythm that dissolved her into a mixture of moans and expletives.
Her hands grabbed my hair, like she was scared I would stop. Curling my fingers, I wondered if I actually could.
My eyes flashed up to hers at the same time that hers looked to mine. I wrapped my lips around her clit and hummed softly, letting her feel the vibrations.
Her eyes widened, her hands tightened in my hair. "Oh my God," she choked, rocking her hips towards me, actually looking scared of what she was feeling. "Austin, I'm - fuck - Austin,"
With a cry of my name, her walls tightened around my fingers, her back arching, her legs moving so they were over my shoulders, her lips forming an O.
My pants didn't fit me anymore. It was just too fucking painful.
I watched her as her chest heaved, waiting for her to regain her breath.
She stared at me, and the look of awe on her face would have been comical if it wasn't so fucking hot.
"And you thought I couldn't do it," I scoffed. Even as I said the words, I noticed my voice was huskier than usual. She was too spaced out to notice.
"I... That was..." She shook her head, still shell shocked. "Amazing."
I waggled my eyebrows at her. "You're welcome."
She laughed shakily, then looked down to where I was not-so-secretively pressing my hips against the side of the mattress. The relief I got from it was minimal.
She raised an eyebrow. "You okay there?"
"Fine."
She looked at me. "Austin?"
"I'm fine."
She bit her lip. "Did I... do something wrong?"
Crap.
"No, you didn't," I assured her. "I just..." I sighed. "have a... situation."
"Situation?"
"Yeah."