Page 123 of Game Misconduct

Ahhhh, the good tingles. The added weight sends even more endorphins pinging around my brain. The deep pressure relaxes my sympathetic nervous system, and I wrap my arms around him, needing him close. His scent soothes me, familiar and intoxicating. I’ll never get used to it. To him.

The rough scrape of his jeans, the jut of his hard cock against my hip, it all grounds me in this moment. Any leftover tension eases out of my muscles, and I’m boneless against the mattress. My eyes are so heavy, I can barely keep them open.

Nick kisses me gently. “Go to sleep.”

“But you didn’t come.”

“Another time. I’m not keeping score.”

He rolls off me, and I turn onto my side, watching as he pulls off his shirt and drops his jeans. Still wearing his boxer briefs, he walks to the bathroom, brushing his teeth and washing his face. He returns to me a few moments later, crawling into bed beside me.

And that’s when I pounce.

I climb on top of him, straddling his lap. “Nick, I need you.”

His green eyes heat with desire, and his cock jerks beneath me. “Bex Marie, I⁠—”

“Please. Don’t make me wait.”

When I reach for the waistband of his briefs, he lifts his hips to allow me to remove the fabric. I settle on top of him, naked skin on naked skin. His eyes roll back in his head, and he thrusts against me, his cock, sticky with precum, sliding against my dripping cunt.

“Honey…”

I’m on birth control, and we’ve both been tested, but I know too many people who’ve had oopsie accidents, so condoms are still needed. At least for now. Until we’re ready for the possibility.

I reach for the foil square on the bedside table, the one I set out in anticipation. I tear it open, then roll the polyurethane down his shaft, and Nick gives his length a few strokes as I grab the lube, covering his cock.

He coaxes me up, notching himself at my entrance. I glide down his thick cock, so fucking full I can barely breathe.

In this position, I call the shots. I control how deep I take him, how fast. He says he’s not into femdom, but he loves when I take the lead. When I take what I need.

His hands land on my hips, fingertips digging into my ass. As I lift up and sink down, he thrusts up to meet me, pleasure blooming on his face.

“Bex Marie, I love you so fucking much,” he murmurs. “You make me so fucking happy.”

“Ditto.” I can hardly breathe, my entire body lit up.

“Ditto?” He smirks.

“Can’t talk.” I drop onto my hands and knees, covering his body with mine. “Love you,” I whisper, before I kiss him.

He wraps his arms around me, and the next thing I know, he slips out of me, rolls me onto my back, and thrusts back inside.

The air grows thick with the scent of sex and sweat. I’ll never get tired of it. Of this. Of him.

And when I come again, his name on my lips, it doesn’t take long for him to follow me over the edge. His entire body flushes and his face is aglow with pleasure as he comes.

Once again, he drops onto me, nearly smothering me. His arms slide beneath the pillow, cradling my head. He wraps me up in his embrace. And as a wave of sleepiness washes over me, I realize this is exactly where I want to be.

For tonight.

And forever.