Page 61 of The Power Play

She thumps her head back against the wall, her hooded eyes almost looking down at me even though I’m almost a foot taller than she is.

“Prove it,” she grabs my hand and brings it to the waistband of her jeans. “Make me come right here and prove it.”

“Whatever you say,” I pop the button undone quickly and lower the zipper of her pants to push my hand in, there’s not a lot of room, but she said right here. There’s no way I’m getting her naked, but I know this is what she wants. She’s a bit of an exhibitionist, and the thought of being caught excites her.

I know my girl.

The possessive thought catches me off guard but doesn’t hinder what I’m doing. She may not be officially mine, but she is in this way. At least for right now. I press my body against hers, trapping my hand that is shoved in her panties between us. I bring my forehead down to hers, our eyes locked while I swipe my finger through her slit.

“You’re so wet already,” I rasp, my mouth lingering just barely above hers. “Was it because of that asshole you were dancing with? Or because you’re back here with me and the thought of getting caught has you hot?”

She moans quietly as I move my hand lower, pressing the tip of my finger into her, just barely, just enough to tease.

“Maybe it’s from you doing exactly what I told you to do,” she says, rubbing herself on my hand, trying to get me to push my finger further inside her.

“You do like bossing me around, don’t you, pretty girl?”

“Yes,”she moans as I push my finger all the way into her tight heat. “Maybe it’s because I liked seeing you a little jealous.”

I lean forward, brushing my lips against her ear while pumping the single digit in and out of her, “I like you telling me what to do.” She moans at that. “But I donotlike feeling jealous.”

“Then you better make damn sure you make me come, or I’m going to find that guy and go home with him instead.”

She’s goading me and it’s totally working. I plunge a second finger in along with the first at the same moment I latch my teeth onto the place where her neck meets her shoulders. Her hands fly up to grip my biceps, digging her nails into the fabric of my shirt.

“You wouldn’t. I’m going to make you come on my hand just like you want, then you’re going to come home with me and come on whereverIwant you to,” I pump my hand harder, making sure to rub my palm against her clit.

Audrey yanks my mouth to hers in a frenzy while I feel her clench around me, and I know she’s close. Our kiss is aggressive, tongues lashing at each other’s while she pulls at my hair and I work my hand just the way she needs to send her flying over the edge.

“You’re so close, pretty girl. Give it to me,” I nip her bottom lip and she retaliates by shoving her tongue into my mouth and pulling at my hair so hard it’s almost painful, but I like the bite of pain she’s giving along with the pleasure of her kiss. And the hot as fuck way she’s fucking herself on my hand.

Her moans are muffled by our mouths sealed together and I know she’s there, rubbing even harder against me when theorgasm takes over her body. She cries out against my lips, but I try to swallow her noises to avoid drawing any attention over to us. The club is loud, but this hallway isn’t. She tightens around me, and I remember how it felt around my cock, which jumps at the thought of potentially getting to feel that again.

I work her through her release, kissing her while she comes down. We part, just barely to catch our breaths and I finally remove my hand from her pants. I stand up to my full height, which puts more distance between us. Because I can’t help it, I take the hand that I just used to get her off and bring my two middle fingers that were just inside her into my mouth.

Audrey looks up at me like it’s the hottest thing she’s ever seen and is thinking about jumping on my dick right this second. I lick her taste off my fingers, enjoying the sweet musky taste of her while she stares at me.

“Fucking delicious,” I say once I pop my fingers from my mouth.

She regards me for a moment before leveling me with a smile, “Maybe you’re not such a good boy after all.”

24

We get back to the condo and I want Charlie naked and underneath me as soon as possible. The orgasm he gave me in that hallway was just enough to tide me over, so I didn’t jump him in the car. But I wanted him since he scored that game winning goal, and it freaked me out how badly. Which is why when that guy started dancing with me, I didn’t push him away.

Despite what I told Charlie, I wasn’t interested in that guy and wouldn’t have gone home with him. But I liked seeing the jealousy on Charlie’s face. It’s something I’m not exactly used to since I’m never around a guy long enough for him to have any reason to get jealous.

As soon as Charlie and I enter the front door, I snatch his hand in mine and lead him toward my bedroom.

“What do you think? Can we go two for two on breaking a bed?” I tease as we enter the threshold of the room.

“I’ll buy all the new beds I need to if you want to keep breaking them with me,” he grabs my waist, turning me so our chests collide roughly.

“I just might take that as a challenge,” I rise up on my toes and graze my lips against his, so soft I wouldn’t even count it as a kiss before I speak against his mouth. “Get naked and get on the bed. I want to ride your cock.”

He breathes out roughly, flexing his hands against my waist tightly before letting go. He works quickly to rid himself of his suit he wore to the game. I don’t move to remove any of my clothes yet. Mostly because I’m enjoying how he’s revealing every inch of himself to me. It’s like the tables have turned.

He’s watched me for years, sometimes doing this exact thing for him and while I’ve seen him get naked for me on camera, it’s never been like this. And I plan to enjoy every second of it. Once he reaches down, keeping his eyes locked on mine while he undoes the button and zipper of his pants, I feel like I could combust right here.

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