Page 67 of Foolish Games

Maddox unlocks the door to his mom’s bedroom and swings it open. “I better not hear you fucking,” he says, glowering at me. “I mean it, Bash.”

“Got it,” I say. “We’ll be fine. I can keep it in my pants for a couple hours.”

“Good,” he says, nodding to the radio alarm clock with red digital numbers on the front. “Mom will be home from her shift at five-thirty, so wake Lennox at five and he can take you to your car.”

He pulls the door closed behind him, and I lock it before pulling Viv into my arms. I press my lips to hers, finally giving her the kiss I’ve wanted for so long. I let my lips linger until her arms circle my neck and she angles her head, deepening the kiss. At last, I slide my tongue inside, tasting her mouth.

“Bash,” she says, her voice breathy as she pulls away. “We can’t.”

“It’s just a kiss.”

“It’s never just a kiss, is it?” she asks.

Before I can ask what that means, she steps into the half bath and closes the door.

I look around, then shed my clothes and slide into Maddox’s mom’s bed, which is weird as hell, but there’s no way I’m sleeping on the floor when I can have Vivienne Delacroix in my arms for the next few hours.

Finally, she steps out of the bathroom. She takes one look at me and sighs. “I’ll sleep on the floor,” she says. “It’s just for a few hours, anyway.”

“Fuck that and get your ass over here,” I say, opening the blankets. “I’m not missing a chance this good. Get in the bed.”

She stares at me for a few seconds, then reluctantly steps closer. “Just cuddling,” she reminds me.

“Sure, Princess,” I say, holding up both hands. “Though I think I owe you an orgasm for leaving you with blue balls earlier.”

When she steps closer, I pull her into the bed with me, hungry for her touch. I press my lips to hers, softly at first, until she responds. When she starts kissing me back, I slide my hands up and down her body, feeling her soft curves in my hands the way I’ve wanted to for so long. I tug at the bottom of her shirt, slipping my hands under and skimming my palms over her soft skin. She moans into my mouth, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her body closer to mine. I deepen the kiss, angling her head and sliding my tongue between her lips again.

She opens eagerly for me, her tongue moving against mine, the taste of her hot, wet mouth making me groan with desire. My cock throbs under her when I pull her onto my lap, the weight of her on my dick nearly driving me out of my head. I tug at her shirt, but she stops me.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re just making out,” I point out. “Relax, Princess. I told you I was going to finish what I started in the car. Then we can cuddle like last time.”

“Okay,” she relents, letting me ease her shirt up over her head before tossing it on the floor. I quickly undo her bra and pull it off too. The sight of her smooth, bare skin and her soft, bare tits makes my head spin.

I pull her around so she’s straddling me, and our hungry mouths meet again. As our kiss deepens and becomes more urgent, I let my hands roam over her body the way I’ve been dying to do for months. I take one of her soft tits in my palm and pinch her nipple while biting gently on her pillowy lower lip. She shudders against me, grinding her hips against mine and burying her tongue deep in my mouth again. Tugging gently at her rosebud nipple, I break our kiss and lean down, taking it into my mouth.

“Sebastian,” she whispers, her hands clutching my head as I begin to suck gently. “We can’t.”

“We can,” I insist. “Just think about Maddox in the next room, listening to me make you moan.”

She shudders, her breath coming faster, and I slide a hand down her body, under her skirt, before sinking a finger into her slit. I stroke her clit slowly, taking up the same rhythm as my tongue as I suck at her nipple again, making her draw in a sharp gasp. When her pussy is soaked, I bury my hand deeper into her panties, driving a finger into her cunt.

She tenses, her thighs straining, and I release her nipple and blow gently on it. “Ride my hand, Princess,” I say, pumping a finger into her wet heat. “I want to feel your cum dripping off my fingers.”

She obeys, rolling her hips as I palm her tit and nip at her plump upper lip. She sucks in a breath, her teeth skimming the stubble on my chin as I bite down harder. “Two fingers,” she blurts out.

I sit back, smirking at her. “What?”

“Like you did last time,” she says, riding my hand hard as she chases her pleasure.

“I knew I’d turn you into a bad girl,” I say, pulling her panties aside so I can watch as I push another finger against her entrance. “Look at you, asking to be stretched while I finger your hungry little pussy in our friend’s mom’s bed.”

She bears down, sinking onto them and groaning aloud. I’m about to explode just watching her cunt stretch around my fingers. I let her find her rhythm, fucking my hand, and I’m glad she’s doing this for herself, because all I want to do is watch. The light from the bathroom filters out, glowing golden over her bare skin, her soft curves. The muscles in her slender, strong thighs flex as she rolls her hips, and the muscles in her torso stretch and clench as she moves, her bare tits swaying gently in front of me like the most mouthwatering tease.

As much as I want to suck them and make her moan, I’m too captivated to move. I only watch until she lets out a soft cry, her body tightening. Goosebumps sweep over her skin, and her nipples tighten into little knots, and she drops her head back, her mouth open as she gasps out her pleasure. Her cunt pulses maddeningly around my fingers, and hot wetness bathes my palm. With a groan, I kneel up, lifting her with me, and flip her onto her back, with her head toward the foot of the bed.

Then I pull my fingers out and push my cock inside her. Her eyes fly wide when I drive deeper. “What are you doing?” she shrieks.

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