Page 72 of Playing to Win
His gaze tracks my every movement as my fingers go lower, until I’m touching myself between my thighs. Oh God, I am really wet. And my skin is so sensitive—as if it’s electrified. I tentatively brush my fingers against my clit, tilting my head back and closing my eyes, getting lost in the sensations my own fingers are bringing me.
It helps, knowing he’s watching my every move.
“I don’t know.” His voice is rough and he clears his throat. “It feels all sorts of wrong. You told me no, baby. And I will never make a woman do something she doesn’t want to do.”
The tone of his voice. His word choice. It’s all a turn-on, making me hotter. Making me need him more.
I open my eyes and watch him, my fingers still stroking, my nipples so hard they freaking ache for him. His talented mouth. I swear the bulge in his pants is bigger than before and I stare at it, watching as it twitches.
Ace wants me. And I want him.
So why won’t he do anything about it?
TWENTY-TWO
ACE
Fuck me,she’s spread out for me like a present, her slender fingers stroking her pussy. Showing me exactly how she likes it. I already know a few things. The hand around the throat thing is hot. I clamped my fingers round her neck earlier and rubbed her sweet little clit for only a couple of minutes and had her going off like a fucking firecracker.
I want to make her do that again but…
She said no to my asking her on a date. She signed some damn agreement that said she can’t see anyone on the football team and fuck me, isn’t that just my luck?
The job means a lot to her. I can tell. And I won’t ask her to choose me over her internship because not only is that bullshit, I can’t even guarantee that whatever this is between us will work.
But man, we’re hot together. I feel like I could come in my pants just from watching her. There’s a light sheen of sweat coating her skin and her hair is a sexy mess. Her cheeks and chest are flushed pink and her nipples are stiff little points just begging for my mouth. And her pussy…
She’s so fucking wet, it’s all I can hear and see. And when she slides a finger inside of herself, that little gasp escaping her?
Damn it, I’m only a man. And I can only take so much.
I lunge across the bed, reaching for her, my hands clamping onto her hips, pinning her down. Her thighs fall open and I rest in between them, nudging her hand aside with my face just before I stick my tongue out and lick her cunt.
Her hands immediately land on top of my head, guiding me. Holding me to her like I’m going to leave, but she has nothing to worry about.
I’m going nowhere.
I eat at her pussy like I’m fucking starving. Licking and sucking every single part of her, teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue just before I draw it in between my lips and suck it. She bows off the bed, her breaths coming in short, hard pants and I can feel the bit of flesh pulsate against my tongue.
She’s already close, and I like this about her. How responsive she is. A little bit sweet, a lot filthy.
Deciding I should help her get even closer, I release my hold on her left hip and slide my index finger along her folds before I push it inside her, steadily fucking her with it while I continue to focus on her clit with my mouth. She strains beneath me, her hips lifting, smashing her pussy against my face and I crack open my eyes to find her watching me, an almost frantic look on her face.
I pull away from her, still fucking her with my index finger. “You like this?”
She nods, not speaking.
“Use your words, pretty girl.”
“I love it,” she breathes and I smile, increasing my pace.
Adding another finger.
My cock is aching, pressed up against the mattress and dying to break free but this is all about her still. I might get my chance. And then again, I might not, but we’ll see.
I’m enjoying this moment though.
Enjoyingher.
