Page 101 of Ex Marks the Spot

“Hence the worst part of the torture game. But don’t worry, we’ll get to the best part soon and then you can decide if this round beats jacking off by yourself in half a dozen countries.”

“I can already?—”

She parts her lips and takes me to the back of her throat with an eager moan and what I was going to say is not important anymore.

“Fuuuck.”

I grip my ass to keep from touching her and watch her work me over, licking and sucking and—holy shit, whatever the hellthatwas with her tongue. I’m about to ask her to do it again when she releases my dick with a soft pop and leans back on her heels.

Locking her eyes on me, she spreads her knees, grabs ahold of one nipple, and sinks two fingers in her pussy. The air in my lungs evaporates. Gone. No exhales or sighs, just an instant absence of oxygen after witnessing the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” I rasp.

She slides her fingers up to her clit and moans.

Yes. Death is imminent. Rest in peace to the man who traveled the world and died in a hotel room in New York City.

“I’m so wet, Court.”

My cock juts out further, as if to say,Hello, I’m right here,and it takes everything in me to ball my hands into fists again so I don’t break the rules.

“Are you thinking about my dick?”

Nodding, she moves her free hand to her other nipple, squeezing and twisting while she increases her speed below.

“Good girl. Play with that sweet pussy.”

As I watch her do what I wish my tongue was doing, the muscles in my assand thighs flex, thrusting my hips forward in search of anything that can relieve the building tension in my core.

She has so much power over me that if she so much as breathed on my dick, I’d probably come on the spot. “You’ve got me so goddamn hard right now,” I say through clenched teeth.

Her gaze drops to my cock and her mouth parts on a series of low moans. “This feels so good.”

My hips buck again and I’m back to grabbing my ass since I can’t touch anything else. “I love watching you touch yourself and hearing the sounds you make.”

She abandons her nipple in favor of massaging her tits. “I’m getting close,” she whispers.

I don’t know how, but it feels like I am too. “Keep going. I want to see you come all over your hand.”

Her fingers move faster, and my cock bobs in the air as if her mouth is still there sucking me off. It’s a physical impossibility, yet here we are.

“Court . . . I’m . . .”

I know the feeling—literally—because the sight of her on her knees staring up at me as she works herself to an orgasm sparks a familiar tingle at the base of my spine. “Shit, Hartley. I’m gonna come too. You’re going to make me fucking come.”

She sits up off her heels, giving me her tits, and for the first time in my twenty-seven years on this earth, I explode without anything touching my cock. She finds her release seconds later, and as far as I’m concerned, that officially ends the game.

“Now you’re mine.” In one fluid motion, I pull her up and toss her on the bed. She’s still riding her first orgasm when I bury my face between her legs. “I love the way you taste.”

“And I love your tongue,” she says, breathless.

“Good because it’s time for us to play a new game, and this time I highly recommend finding something to hold on to.”

I glance down at the freshly touched up rubber duck on my arm. “I can’t believe I let you do this. Rhett is going to give me so much shit for it.”

“Come on, you know you secretly love it.” She hits me with a cajoling smile, killing any attempt for a stern expression.

“Fine, but only because it’ll be nice to have a little reminder of you.”

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