Page 60 of Game Over

“What did I say? You watch yourself come undone for me like a good fucking slut. I don’t want to see you look away for a second. You’re going to see the beauty that I do.”

“Yes, yes, okay, I will, please don’t stop pleas—” My words cut off as he continued with that wicked tongue. I didn’t care; I was basically begging. I can admit I’m not above it when you have someone who actually knows what they’re doing and pays attention to your body. Watching him devour me in the mirror was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced, and it was more than just seeing him on his knees and head between my legs.

It was the woman staring back at me. Pupils blown out in ecstasy, face flushed from the pleasure, and completely bare for him to see. She was beautiful. She was confident. It started to click in my head about the beauty he saw because I loved this woman staring back at me. Completely open and vulnerable, yet having this strong and beautiful man on his knees in front of her.

“Oh god, oh god, Spencer, right there. Please don’t stop, I'm so close.” I could feel the tingling and pleasurable sensation starting to build. I gripped his hair tighter, probably hurting him, and rocked my hips chasing that high. It was as if he was in tune with my body because when that wave hit him, he banded his arm behind my thighs and pulled me closer to him as I came everywhere. Even after the orgasm subsided, he didn’t let up.

“Oh no, no, it’s so sensitive. I don’t think I can take more,” I cried as he continued to nibble and suck. He popped his mouth off and looked up at me.

“What? Does the sight of me on my knees and my face soaked from you not make you want more, pretty girl?” God, when he put it that way and looked at me with those eyes, I’d let him do anything he wanted to me, and I’d thank him after. He stood up and fisted his hand in my hair at the base of my neck, crashing his lips to mine. His tongue swept in, and I could taste myself.

He broke the kiss and stared at my mouth. “I wanted to ruin that pretty red lipstick all night. All I could think about was your mouth wrapped around my cock with that lipstick smeared everywhere.” My eyes flared wide at his words, my body now aching for more. I stepped back, lowered myself to my knees, and looked up at him.

“Then why don’t you do it, hmm?” I arched a brow in challenge at him as I reached for his belt buckle to undo it. He grabbed my hands, stopping me before I could, and I couldn’t help but pout.

“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that? I’m not going to take it easy. I had to watch all night as every man looked at you with fuck me eyes, walking around with that fucking dress and red lips. Those god damn heels that made your legs look ten miles long and perfect to drape over my shoulder. Understand me?” His jaw ticked as he ran his thumb along my lower lip.

“I understand.” I stuck my tongue out and looked up at him, pleading with my eyes. Something about bringing him to his knees with pleasure turned me on. The fact he was so crazy about me drove me insane.

“Fuck, woman.” He ripped open his pants and pulled them and his boxers down enough to pull himself free. I licked my lips, reached forward, fisted his base, and stroked him a couple of times hard. He let out a deep groan, watching me with eyes filled with pure lust.

“Open your mouth.” Opening it as far as I could, he gripped my hair and tilted my head back, ramming into me and causing me to gag. He pulled out long enough for me to take a breath and prepare before he continued. There was no gentleness in this as he used me, and part of me reveled in it. I liked giving up the control I so desperately craved in my daily life. I didn’t have to think, didn’t have to make choices, I just existed in this moment, and I fucking loved it. It silenced my mind in ways I never experienced before.

He continued to fuck my mouth with a primal urge. “Fuck, look at you, taking it so well.” I continued to bob my head, picking up my pace, and meeting him thrust for thrust as he used me. I looked up at him, and I think I could have come again from it alone. His eyes never left mine, a feral look deep within. It was as if I could see any sense of control he had slowly ripping away. I gripped his thighs, pulling him in closer and deeper, and swirled my tongue around him. Unintelligible words and moans fell from his lips, urging me on even more.

“Fuck, attagirl.” I could feel this muscle tensing, his thrust turning more sporadic. I took him even deeper, humming around him as I did, and that was it. He spilled down my throat, gripping my hair tighter, holding me in place, and making me swallow it all.

I popped him free from my mouth, and he bent down to help me to my feet. He cupped both sides of my face, wiping the tears away and looking at my mouth.

“So goddamn beautiful.” For once, I believed it. I felt it. “Come on, let's go get this makeup cleaned off in the shower.”

Spencer led me into the bathroom, flipping the light on once we entered. I went over to the counter and grabbed my makeup remover to clean everything off.

“You weren't joking about smearing this, huh? I look like The Joker,” I said, laughing as I took in my reflection in the brighter light.

“Hey, I told you I wasn’t taking it easy. At least you look like a very hot clown.” He walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my stomach as I leaned back against him.

“You know what? You can shower on your own, and I’m using all the hot water.” I shoved him away, laughing, and in turn, he grabbed me even tighter, splattering my face with kisses.

“Oh no, ma’am, I think not.” I broke out in giggles as he tried to tickle me.

“No. No stop, I draw the line at being tickled!” I tried to jump out of the way of his grasp, but he was much quicker.

“Gotcha, sweetheart.” His ocean blue eyes made my breath catch in my throat. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “No more tickling. Got it. Go take your makeup off, and let's shower so we can get to bed. I’m fucking exhausted.” Turning back to the counter, I worked my cleanser into my face while Spencer started the shower so it could warm up. I pulled the pins free from my hair and ran my brush through it. It was the longest it had been in a few years now. After I left Cameron, I decided to chop it off along with those memories, but I liked it. Maybe I’d let it continue to grow some more.

The scene from the party of Spencer sticking up for me played through my mind again. No one had ever really stood up for me before. He was always calm and collected, but he showed another side tonight. One who said he didn’t tolerate anyone disrespecting me. It only made me fall even harder for him.

Spencer stuck his hand under the water to make sure it was warm enough for us. Satisfied, he opened the glass door for me, letting me step into the hot water first, and then he followed behind. I stepped under the warm spray and tilted my head back to wet my hair. I went to grab the shampoo when Spencer stopped me.

“Here, let me.” He squeezed the perfect amount in his palm and motioned for me to turn around. I rolled my eyes and turned to put my back to him. He reached up and started to massage the shampoo into my scalp, making sure it was worked in well. He took the handheld sprayer off the way and rinsed it out.

“Do you double shampoo?” he asked when it was completely rinsed from my hair.

“I can’t believe a man knows what that is, but yes, I do. The bottle in the middle.” I chuckled because, of course, he knows what it is.

“You’ve seen these curls. It took me a long time and a lot of tutorials to get them to even remotely cooperate since I did it on my own. Lots of trial and error.”

“That’s true. It’s one of the things I love about you, that and your eyes.”