Page 26 of Play The Game

He presses a hand over my mouth and slides down onto the bed, maneuvering us around until my back is pressed against his chest. He pulls me until my head drops back onto his shoulder and my throat is bared, as if he’s going to slit me ear to ear. It definitely should not be a turn on, but I think we all know I’m not in the ballpark of normal.

He breathes into my ear, a shiver running down my spine, “I want to make you come so fucking hard the Jackal hears you screaming my name from his little fortress in the slums. I want you so fucking wet that your cum runs down my arm and I can smell you on my skin for days. You’re gonna let me touch you, aren’t you, Star? I want to watch you come.”

Sweet merciful lord.

Who fucking taught him to talk like that?!

Without him moving his hand away from my mouth, I’m forced to nod but that’s all the answer he needs. He mumbles happily into my shoulder as he licks and sucks his way along the skin there, tracing the little scars I have with his tongue until I’m squirming. I pant desperately through my nose when his free hand edges under my shirt and finds nothing but skin.

I decide I’m never fucking wearing a bra again.

His hand cups me and squeezes, his groan smothered in the back of my neck sending ripples of pleasure down my spine. Thank god I’ve been eating again and there’s something for him to hold onto, because I think I could come just from this.

“Fuck me,” he groans, rolling my nipples between his calloused fingertips.

He grunts again when I grind my ass into his dick, and he moves the hand from my mouth for long enough to get the shirt off of me and flip me onto my back, then he keeps me quiet by kissing me like he’s dying.

Fuck. Me.

I barely notice him tear my pants off. I’m too busy trying to get his stupid shirt undone without just ripping the buttons, and eventually he takes pity on me. He takes off his pants as well, leaving only his boxers, and my mouth waters at the sight of him.

Fuuuuuuck.

I’m struck dumb for a minute and when my brain decides to work again, I’m smug that he seems just as affected. He runs his hands up my stomach and over my tits now he can actually see them.

“Where the fuck have you been hiding these?” he groans, and I scoff at him.

“They come and go.”

He leans down to bite my earlobe and growls, “Well don’t fucking let them go again.”

Bossy asshole but, fuck, that’s hot.

Before I can think of a witty retort and he kisses me again, biting at my lips and sucking until I’m fucking gone for him. His hands work their way lower and lower until they hit my panties.

My heart stutters, but I still moan into his kiss regardless.

His fingers curve over the lace and he grunts when he can feel how wet I am already. He pulls away and mumbles something into the skin of my neck as he sucks on the skin there, but there is no way I can focus enough to grasp the words, not when he’s marking up the skin on my neck and sliding his fingers through the mess I’ve already made.

He’s barely even started.

I decide that I can’t wait another damn second and I rip my own panties off so he’ll hurry the hell up.

Works like a charm.

His fingers are sliding over my slick skin and rubbing my clit before my panties even hit the floor. Jesus fucking Christ. I don’t want to think about the number of girls he must have been with to find it that easy.

I’m going to come so fucking quick, the weeks of foreplay from them all priming me to just cream for him. He’s still a fucking tease, and when my legs start to tremble and thrash on the bed he moves from my pulsing clit to slip a finger in, hooking it up to rub over my G spot. I nearly jolt off the damn bed.

“Fuck, Mounty. Do you want to come?”

I nod and whimper like a whore. He grins at me, pumping his finger into me before adding a second, groaning at the tight fit. It doesn’t hurt, but I’m probably going to knee him in the ribs if he tries for a third.

When I start to tremble, from sheer frustration at the orgasm that’s just out of reach, he finally moves to rub my clit again, tight, maddening circles, and I fucking shatter.

I come so hard I feel it run down his hand and my thighs, my head thrown back, his name ripped out of my chest in a gasp.

When I finally blink the stars out of my eyes, I find Blaise grinning at me like the cat that got the cream.