Page 12 of Game Misconduct

“Fucking finally.”

Raising up onto my knees, I let him tug on the soaked material, and once he has them down about three inches, he slides his fingers between my legs.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he says, cupping the apex of my thighs. My pussy throbs.

And when he runs his thumb over my clit, and I push my cunt against his hand? Yeah, I like that, too.

The jerk teases me, and it’s fucking unfair. It feels like fucking forever until he presses against my entrance, slowly slipping a finger inside me. I rock back on it, needing more, needing him deeper.

With a twist of his wrist, he adds a second finger, and I moan as he fills me, his thick, calloused fingers doing dangerous things inside me while his thumb swipes against my clit.

Fisting his hair, I draw his head back and meet him for a kiss, his tongue tangling with mine. His smooth, steady strokes fan the fire deep inside me. My nails dig into his shoulders.

I can’t think, can’t breathe. All I can focus on is the exquisite perfection of him touching me exactly the way I need.

Nick sucks kisses on the sensitive skin beneath my jaw, trailing down my throat. I catch his fuzzy cheek with my palm, scratching through the playoff beard to reach his skin underneath. He nuzzles his cheek into my hand, like he can’t bear to be apart.

He thrusts his fingers inside me and I clench around him, tilting my hips to get the exact right angle until he brushes against that spot that makes my eyes cross. I climb higher and higher until I’m on top of the world’s tallest skyscraper, and when he kisses me… I fall.

Free-fall. Floating. I tumble off the ledge, and he catches me, grounding me, giving me a safe place to land.

Breathing hard, I unwind my arms from around his neck and sink onto his lap, my cheek pressed to his chest.

He probably isn’t interested in cuddling. That’s not what this is about. But I’m still going to take a moment to breathe. I need physical closeness. What he just did was incredibly intimate, and what we achieved together… sure, I can get myself off, but it doesn’t come close to the same as experiencing it with someone else.

Nick presses kisses to my forehead, smoothing back my hair, holding me close. If it weren’t for his hard length pressing insistently into my ass, I’d half believe he was fine if we walked away now.

He tips my head back, his hand coiling through my hair to grip my ponytail. His strong, solid body is stiff and tense against me, his tongue soft and pliant against mine.

Warmth blooms beneath his thumb as he strokes my cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“You don’t have to lie to me.” I shake my head, even as my knees shake. “I know what this is. Trust me, you don’t need to coax me.”

A frown mars his kissable lips. “I’m not lying.”

Scoffing, I remove myself from his lap, pulling my thong up the rest of the way. What a way to kill the afterglow.