Playing for More (Love on the Court - Book #1)

19. What's in a Fantasy?

ADDISON

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I'm doing this. I'm actually doing this.

In bed, by myself, in the dark. I have to focus on this. Not everything else going on around me. No thinking about Jenna who thinks I'm boning Carter.

No thinking about Carter - well - no. No. No thinking about Carter. It'll make this weirder. Weirder than me masturbating because Carter told me to do it. Yeah, this whole thing is already weird.

But - I said I would.

Not that I think it'll change anything. I've touched myself before and nothing. No orgasm.

Still, he said to try - so I'll try. And fail. Okay - no. Truth be told, he didn't tell me to give myself an orgasm.

He told me to find what gets me going and honestly? I've never truly thought about it. I've mostly been desperate for something - anything.

So I've done it all without quite paying attention if it was ticking a box for me. So...

So. My hands go to my breasts. It's always a nice start, a safe place to begin. I sneak my hands from under my shirt - no bra... because well it would get in the way.

My hands cup them, squeeze them, my thumbs brushing against the hard nubs. I can't help but think about Carter. Carter asking me if anyone's ever touched me.

The thought alone is enough for me to press my lips together, feeling a warmth in my lower body. Carter's hands are larger than mine, they'd cover even more of my large chest. I flick a nipple, curling my toes.

Carter's fingers would pinch them, tease them... and I bet he'd bite them.

A low moan escapes my lips and I find my back arching slightly off the bed. My free hand sneaks lower, down my belly, until my fingertips are teasing the hem of my panties.

My other hand keeps tugging at my nipple, giving it a squeeze, right there, the line between pain and pleasure.

Carter would bite the insides of my thighs, tease me, kiss and suck on my skin until I was dripping.

I'd feel his breath so close to my core and then...

A soft sigh as I let my hand slip under my panties.

I'm wet.

I'm so fucking wet. I'm so wet my fingers glide easily across my slit. I tease the folds, pressing my head back against the pillow.

Carter would lick and tease and... My finger rubs against my clit and I gasp, pressing against my own touch. My eyes are squeezed shut and my breathing is quick and shallow.

I can picture Carter looking up at me, meeting my gaze with that stupid grin of his as he'd slip a finger inside of me.

Two fingers.

I rub a bit harder.

Carter's thumb against my clit, his fingers inside, stretching me. And then he'd thrust his fingers, curl them just right... "Oh."

I don't want to think about Carter, I really don't. His warm body, the sound of his voice - low enough to send ripples of anticipation through me.

But... he's such a pain in my ass. He'd tease me, he'd push me over the edge. Not in frustration, not like the frustration I feel because I can't orgasm.

No, it would be pure teasing, torturous teasing. His hands everywhere, his lips a ghost on my skin. He'd riled me up on purpose.

My fingers keep rubbing my clit, and the heel of my palm is pressing against my pelvis, just below my belly button.