Page 11 of Game Misconduct
Pulling my hair out of its slipping ponytail, I twirl it into a new one. “Can we hang out with your dick inside me?”
He chokes.
“Oh? Too much?” I look him over again. “Not interested?”
He clears his throat. “That’s not it…”
“I’m done playing coy. You got me back to your room. Congratulations. You won, whatever. Now I need you to get naked.”
I toss my blazer on the couch and go for the button and zipper on my suit pants. Letting the trousers pool at my feet, I step out of them and turn to fold them beside my jacket. And I might show off the lacy G-string at the same time.
Nick groans, a deep, masculine sound that rumbles through me and sends shivers down my spine. Looking coquettishly over my shoulder, I find his eyes zeroed in on my ass, his teeth sinking into his lower lip. A significant bulge protrudes from his simple khaki shorts.
“What part of get naked do you not understand?” I ask.
His eyes dart up to mine, a smirk curving his lips. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Nah. I’m not into femdom,” I reply, pulling my shirt over my head. “I mean… I could be sometimes. I guess. But that’s not what I’m looking for right now.”
He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he looks me over in my skimpy panties and favorite push-up bra. Prickles of awareness spark through my core as his gaze sweeps over my skin with frank appreciation.
Reaching behind him, he pulls his T-shirt off in a smooth motion. His body is toned and sculpted, his warm, light brown skin dotted with freckles. A single tattoo is inked on the inside of his forearm. A series of numbers. A date? He shoves his shorts off his hips, leaving him in a pair of tight black boxer briefs that do little to hide his interest.
Still in my heels, I stalk toward him, nudging his chest. He steps backward, so I do it again, until we reach the end of the bed. He falls onto it, his hands on my hips, pulling me down on top of him to straddle his waist. I try to keep my weight off him and end up kind of hovering above his lap.
“Hi,” Nick says, bumping his nose against mine.
“Hi?” I thread my arms around his broad shoulders. “What’s up?”
He tugs me down onto his lap, and I feel exactly what’s up.
“Oh. Hi.” I shift on top of him, biting my lip to suppress a moan. He feels long and thick, and everything I’m looking for. My core throbs with want.
Arching my back to thrust my chest forward, I card my hand through his silky brown hair and tip his head to find a better angle.
And then I kiss him.
Nick rumbles out a groan almost immediately, his hands moving from my hips to my back, cradling me in the circle of his arms. Fuck, he feels good pressed against me, his body large and solid beneath mine.
He traces my love handles, drifting over my rolls and curves with a reverent touch that makes me think this could possibly be—
No. Don’t go there. One time only. In, out, done.
That’s all I can do. That’s all it can be.
It’s easy for me to read into this, to think it can be more than sex. That’s what I do: I overthink. This, everything. If there’s one thing I’m good at, aside from blowjobs, it’s driving myself nuts obsessing over every little detail.
I’d rather focus on the blowjob.
Nick unhooks my bra easily, pulling it away and tossing it behind him. His hands move to my breasts, cupping me there, and I arch further into his touch. As his fingertips trace the swell of my breast, I dig my nails into his shoulders, and he twitches beneath me in the best possible way.
He tilts my head back, kissing his way down the column of my throat and sucking gently on my pulse point. His touch is featherlight, teasing. When he pinches my nipple, I grind down on his lap. The gentle tug on the sensitive bud draws a gasp from my lips.
His hand trails over my hip to cup my ass, pulling me down solidly to meet him at my core. Deft fingers tease the line of my thong between my cheeks, tugging on the elastic of the waistband and snapping it.
I can’t help it. I moan.
Nick pulls his mouth away from my skin. “You okay if these come off?” Once again, he traces the back of the G-string.
