Page 44 of The Game Changer
I come apart seconds after he pushes two fingers inside of me. It’s embarrassingly fast, but this is my first orgasm provided by someone other than myself in over a decade, so I guess it’s okay.
When my legs start to tremble, I shuffle down his body before collapsing on his chest. I can feel his chuckle reverberate under my cheek.
“Is you passing out a good thing?” he asks, his deep voice rich with amusement and satisfaction.
I manage to lift my head and place a finger on his lips. “Shhh. I need a minute.”
A warm hand lands on my back and starts to stroke up and down in soothing motions. “Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.” He smiles at me, the expression soft and affectionate, and something about this moment feels so perfectly right. Like we were always going to end up here.
Like this moment was predetermined, and no matter how hard we tried to avoid it, there was no chance of putting it off any longer.
I move up slightly so I can press a soft kiss to his lips. “Minute’s over.” I smile against his mouth, feeling his lips turn up in return. Then I shriek with a giggle as he shows off some impressive core strength, raising both of us to sitting.
“Good,” he rumbles, kissing me again, harder this time as his hands move up my back and quickly undo my bra strap. “Up,” he grunts, lifting my hips. I go up onto my knees, and let him tug my panties down, but they’re stopped partway by the fact that I’m still straddling him.
I flash him a wink and hop off the bed. “I’ll takecare of these.” I give my hips a shimmy as I push the underwear to the floor, loving the flare of heat in his gaze as it rakes over my now-naked body. My tongue slides across my lips as I zero in on the bulge under his briefs. I’d felt it when I was draped over him, but now I want to see it.
“You gonna take care of that, too?” His voice is gravelly and sends a shiver through me, but the smirk I see when I lift my gaze to his face? That’s lethal.
I climb back onto the bed and crawl back up his legs, passing over his stump without a second thought. “Sure thing, boss.”
It was meant to be teasing, flirtatious even. But apparently, Luca doesn’t see it that way. His expression darkens as he stops me, his hand grasping the back of my neck as he shakes his head. “Not in here. Right now, I’m not your boss. You’re in charge, remember? In here, I will always listen to you and always give you what you want. Tell me you believe that.”
My heart dips and swoops as I nod. But there is one thing I have to clarify. “I believe you. But do you believe me when I say I still want you to be a little bit bossy?” I pinch my thumb and finger together to try and lighten the mood. “I kinda like it.”
His face relaxes back into a knowing grin as he lifts his hips and pushes his underwear down just enough to free his cock. “Oh, I remember. How ’bout you take these off me now.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” I tug them down over his foot and toss them on the floor.
“Isla…”
I’m surprised to hear him sound almost hesitant, and look up at him, concerned.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve grabbed them before we got started and I could get up, obviously.” He looks over at his suitcase. “There’s condoms in the front of my bag. I swear I didn’t pack them intentionally for this trip, they’re still in there from the last trip I went on with my ex.” He winces and rakes his fingers through his hair. “Fuck, I hope they haven’t expired. And now I’m ruining the mood.”
I hop off the bed and go to his suitcase, finding the strip of three condoms quickly and checking the date on them before going back to him. I drop them on the bed beside him and lean over to kiss him.
“Stop. You haven’t ruined anything. Thank you for thinking of protection, and please don’t apologize for needing me to get them. It doesn’t bother me. And they’re still good.”
Luca rests his forehead against mine and lets out a soft sigh. “Thank you.”
I don’t mean to, but a snort bursts free from me, and I pull back, clapping my hand over my mouth in horror. But Luca just grins at me.
“Definitely not,” I say when he pulls my hand down. But he nods and pulls me in for a kiss.
“Definitely yes. Now, where were we?”
I pick up the condoms and wave them at him. “Right about here.” Then I tear one off and arch my brow. “May I?”
His lips tip up. “Please do.”
I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and giveit a light squeeze. I fooled around with my ex, went down on him a couple of times, and I’m fairly certain I can figure out the basics. Iwantto do this with him. To him.
Luca makes me feel bold. Like I’m free to explore, and he won’t judge my lack of experience. With him, I want to make up for the years I’ve been alone.
Leaning over, I lick a stripe up the underside before popping the head of him into my mouth.
Luca muffles a groan, his hand tangling in my hair as I swirl my tongue around his tip, then take him in deeper. I bob up and down, letting my saliva coat him so my hand slides easier. It’s messy, but I’m assuming I’m doing it right from the sounds Luca makes.
