Page 71 of Playing to Win
Lucky him. Luckyme.
His touch is featherlight, yet it’s like a brand. Making his mark on me.
“Are you wet?” he whispers. I hold my breath as he shifts lower to check, but at the last second, he pauses. “Ah.”
That’s it. That’s all he says.
Ah.
A whimper escapes me and I lean into him more, my forehead pressed against his jaw. I can’t speak either. I just wait for him to continue touching me.
“I should stop.” His fingers slide lower. Just barely. Teasing the very edge of my pussy. One nudge forward and he’d be there. Right where I want him. “I shouldn’t do this. We can’t see each other. And besides, this breaks all of your date rules.”
He’s right. I know he is. So why am I widening my stance to give him better access? And oh God, why is he taking it?
“Fuck, Red.” His fingers sink into me easily because I’m freaking drenched and a soft moan sounds low in my throat when he teases my entrance, slipping just a single fingertip inside. “We. Can’t. Do. This.”
Those last four words out of his mouth are punctuated with his finger thrusting into my welcoming body and it feels so freaking good.
“We shouldn’t,” I choke out.
His hand disappears and I cry out at the loss. But he’s back in an instant, diving into the front of my shorts, his fingers searching me. Teasing me. Pinching my clit and making me see stars.
“Tell me to stop,” he demands, his fingers busy, the sound of my wet pussy ringing loud in my ears. It’s like the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard and I sink my teeth into my lower lip, unable to take it much longer.
“Red. Baby.” His thumb strums my clit, his other hand circling around my chin, lifting my face to his. His expression is stormy, his eyes dark and turbulent as he watches me slowly fall apart. “Make me stop.”
He stares into my eyes and I can’t look away. And when his hand slides down from my chin to curl around my throat, he thrusts two fingers deep into me, his thumb pressing against my clit, rubbing it in tiny, quick circles. His fingers tightening around my neck, he rests his cheek next to mine, his lips at my ear as he whispers, “You’re close, baby. Come for me.”
My climax hits me hard, going on and on. Wave after wave of pleasure sweeps over me, leaving me breathless. Mindless.
I swear to God I might even black out for a second.
When I come to my senses, I’m panting, little whimpers falling from my lips, his fingers still thrusting into my pussy, his other hand still clamped around my neck. I don’t even know how I’m still standing. My legs are shaking and my skin is hot. Itchy.
He lets go of me. The moment he removes his hand from my neck and the other hand from my shorts, I’m stripping, my movements jerky. Tearing off my tank and tossing it over my shoulder. Shimmying out of my shorts and kicking them aside. All while Ace watches me with lust-filled eyes, his broad chest rising and falling. Rising and falling. His fingers flexing like he’s dying to touch me.
“What are you doing?” he asks incredulously.
“Getting naked.” I basically tackle him, climb the man like a tree and he grabs hold of me, his hands lifting my ass as I wrap my legs around his hips. Our mouths connect and he turns me away from the desk, carrying me over to the bed, where he gently sets me on the mattress, leaving me alone on the bed as he stands by the side of it.
I prop myself up on my elbows to watch him, my eyes wandering over him greedily, drinking him in, lingering on the tent in his freaking track pants. Something pulses low in my belly and I wait for him to strip. To at least join me on the bed but…
He doesn’t.
“What are you waiting for?” I don’t recognize the sultry tone of my voice. The way I spread my legs so he can see everything I’ve got isn’t familiar either.
His hot gaze lands on the spot between my thighs and he rubs at the corner of his mouth with his thumb, his tongue sneaking out for a quick lick. The same thumb he used to rub my clit only moments ago. He’s tasting me. I know he is.
Oh my God I swear my pussy just got wetter if that’s even possible.
“I should go,” he murmurs, his gaze going to the closed door.
I sit up, slapping my palms against the comforter beneath me. “No, you shouldn’t.”
“You said so yourself that we can’t date. And I—I really want to date you, Ruby.” His gaze is still stuck on my pussy, so it’s like he’s talking to it instead of me.
“Maybe you could date me only for tonight?” I rest my hand on my lower belly, propping myself up on the other hand and spreading my legs open once again. “Just for a little bit?”
