Page 51 of The Game

A burning heat pooled between my legs. His eyes dropped, grazing a searing glance along my naked body. His face was ravenous, and a nervous tremor rumbled through my chest. Catching hold of my ankles he yanked hard, pulling me down the bed, nearer to his wide thighs. Smoothing the palms of his hands along the length of my legs he shifted himself until he had spread them wide, exposing me and had positioned himself in between. I'd never felt so bare in my life. My nipples hardened into solid aching balls under his stare, never mind his touch. Swooping down, he lifted one puckered bud into his mouth, sucking and rolling his tongue around the raised edges of the flesh. I groaned and arched into his mouth. His hands caught my buttocks, shifting my hips higher. "I can't even wait for you," he murmured spreading my thighs apart, his fingers delving into the depths between my legs. I bucked under his touch.

"You don't have to wait."

“Are you covered?” His lips skimmed my jaw as he asked the sensible question.

“Yes.” My heart nearly plummeted out of my chest with my confirmation.

My words were the permission he'd been waiting for, and he lifted my hips higher still, angling my pelvis until the tip of his smooth shaft teased around the entrance to my core. My eyes rolled in my head as the most intense wave of need tore a flash of heat into my clit.

He edged inside me so slowly I wanted to cry. Inch by steady inch until he filled me completely, stretching the walls of my very being with his size. I groaned and pushed myself closer to him, shuddering as a combination of pleasure and pain threatened to rip me in two. He shifted us together, rocking us as one with a steady motion of his hips. "Are you okay?" His lips skimmed my throat, and his speckled eyes flashed onto my face, a crease of concern pinching between his eyes.

There weren't any words I could utilise, and I nodded, clutching my hands to his arse so he'd begin to move inside me. I was desperate for it. Using a gentle pressure he pushed deeper until he could go no further, and I wanted to scream in pained ecstasy. Then he slowly inched out, and I wanted to cry all over again. In and out, in and out, slow, deliberate movements that had me whimpering into his shoulder.

A roll of pleasure built deep within me, and I tried my hardest to push it back down. I didn't want it to be over yet, but the more I thought about it, the bigger it became.

"You feel so damn good." He rocked me further, stroking deep inside me and I began to spin higher and higher. His hand smoothed over my face dragging my hair off my skin. "Rivers, you aren't about to come, are you?" I nodded, the intensity of the orgasm tipping me higher and higher. In a sudden movement, he pulled out of me, and I cried out loud as the building crescendo crashed within me. "I'm not finished with you yet." Flipping me over onto my tummy, he ran his hands down my back, his thumbs skimming between the cleft of my arse.

Holy shit no.

I tried to squirm away, to break my way out of his hold, but he palmed one hand against my back and the other lowered to dive along the secret crease. A sob built in my chest as he bent down and nuzzled his mouth there, his hands releasing my back and yanking my hips up off the mattress and tilting my arse to his mouth like a cup. His tongue probed me from behind, licking a long pathway from my clit, through my lips until it danced over that other place, the place no man had been before. I pulled the sheet of the mattress, at once wanting him to do it, daring him too, but in the other wanting him to stop. "Relax," his voice was lower than I'd ever heard it before, a purr that rumbled off his chest. "Let me own you, Rivers." And that was my undoing. I bucked my hips back into his face, begging him to drink long and hard. When I was pushed to the outer stratosphere of pleasure again, he sat up and guided me back onto his hard cock. In the top position, sat firmly on his lap, my back against his chest, his arms came around me tight. From here I controlled the movements, shifting my hips faster and faster as I rode him hard, the groans escaping his mouth as his teeth caught at the skin on the back of my neck telling me I was doing something right.

Then he was tensing, his body a tight coil as he pushed me from him, flipped me one last time and drove it right home, so hard I almost shrieked. With powerful thrusts he pulled us together, his movements becoming stronger and stronger. There'd be no backing down from this. My entire body spasmed as I threw my hands above my head and wrapped my legs tight around his middle. "Fuck." The word shot from his mouth and it was my final undoing, wave upon wave flooded over me and I clenched myself hard around him as he gave one last powerful thrust and shuddered, shooting himself straight into my centre.

I kept my eyes shut as his breathing slowed and my heart rate steadied to a rhythm that didn't feel like a heart attack. "Look at me," he said, his voice barely audible over the pulse in my ears.

His lips brushed against my mouth, and I fluttered my eyes open.

He kissed me. Just a simple kiss, tender and soft. The first real kiss he'd ever bestowed on me.

"There are so many reasons why that shouldn't have worked," his voice was low. "But my god, I'm glad it did."

He pulled out of me, and a flood of warmth trickled between my legs. I sighed, my breath shuddering in my chest. "That definitely worked."

He grinned and slid to the side, his arms pulling me in tight to his chest.

"Thank you for coming to get me," he whispered in my ear.

"Thank you for making me come."

For the first time I heard the Lion giggle, and it made my heart do this funny squeeze that I wished I could ignore, but I couldn't. It was there, just like he was there lying next to me.

I didn't mean to fall asleep, but an epic wave of tiredness pulled me down. As exhaustion took me in its hold all I could smell was him and I, mingled together in one seductive fragrance, and it made me smile.

When I woke, his freckled and tanned arms were still bound tightly around me, but I knew he wasn't asleep. His fingers were trailing lightly through my hair. "I know, I know, I'm that good I exhausted you into a coma."

I batted him with my hand. It was at once strangely odd but comfortably familiar to be naked in his arms.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked skimming my lips lightly along his forearm, his blonde hair tickling my mouth and nose.

There was a beat of silence, followed by, "Too many things."

I extracted myself from his embrace and sat up, pulling the duvet around me, covering my nakedness with the starched white linen. "Why've you ignored me all week, Willis?" I hated the fact I knew the hurt was flashing across my face. "I mean, one minute we were friends, and you are announcing it to the world, well, Waller. Then the next you are ignoring me. And then, and then . . ." I motioned at the bed. My cheeks flamed as I recalled what had happened on these sheets.

His arctic blue eyes settled on my face. "I can't afford any more drama in my career, Rivers."

I stiffened with his words, but his fingers reached and squeezed mine and then pulled me back into his side, wrapping me in the warmth of his arms. "Cricket is all I have. It's all I've ever had."

I pondered this for a long moment. "What happened to your other wives? I mean, you're only thirty-six. I don't know how two failed marriages are possible by that age, I haven't even managed one."