Page 16 of The Game Changer

“You just surprise me, is all. How no other woman has locked you down before now is a mystery.”

“Maybe I was never ready to be locked down,” he tells me as he tugs me onto his lap. I straddle him, which may or may not have been a good idea. His hard cock is pressed firmly against my swollen and pulsing clit. As he pulls my chest against his own, my hips rock in the most sensual motion against his erection. “Fuck,” he murmurs before kissing me hard once again.

Time might as well have stopped at that moment. Our surroundings melt away as we both take the time to explore one another. We’re a tangle of limbs and dueling tongues as we both have moments of dominance. He grabs my hips, helping me as I slide back and forth over his hardness underneath me. The pressure against my clit has my body on fire. “You like that?” he whispers against my lips, and all I can manage is a whimper of my approval. We both trail our hands along one another’s bodies while we learn the intimate details that one learns about a potential lover—the way our touches are rewarded by moans or whimpers of pleasure.

We break apart, our foreheads coming together as we both suck in much-needed air to replenish our lungs with. “You should take me to bed,” I boldly state. I’m not usually so forward—thank you, two glasses of wine tonight—but I don’t feel any remorse for asking for what I know we both want.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” John stands up in one fluid motion. His arms cradle me, as he holds me up and carries me down the hall. His room, one that is very simple, much like the rest of his house. A large, king-size bed in the center against the wall. A dresser is along the opposite wall. Nothing hangs from the walls, so things feel a little impersonal in here, but also very manly.

He places me in the center of the bed, standing between my open legs. I grab his T-shirt in my fist and pull him closer to me. “Ready to strip for me?” I ask him, just before I nip at his bottom lip.

His hands go straight for the button of his shorts, flicking it and dropping them to the floor practically before I can blink. His shirt comes off next in one fluid motion. Why is a guy taking a shirt off one-handed so sexy? I could watch that exact movement on repeat a hundred times and be just as turned on by it every time.

“You’ve got some catching up to do,” he tells me, running his fingertips up my legs.

“I’m enjoying the show,” I tease him as I reach for the hem of my own top. I pull it up and over my head, leaving me in my lacy bra. I unbutton my own shorts, then push him out of the way so that I can stand and take them off. Once I’m standing in front of him in nothing more than my bra and thong and him in his boxer briefs, we stare one another down for a few seconds. Who will break first?

I reach out and run my fingertips down the ridges of his abs, loving the feeling of the muscles twitching under my touch. When I reach the elastic of his boxer briefs, I skim my fingers along the edge of the material, then over it to run my hand over his erection.

“Fuck, Jill.” He practically growls my name as I cup his dick. I run my thumb over the head of his cock, the fabric of his boxer briefs doing nothing to hide just how turned on he is. I drop to my knees, tugging the fabric over his hips and down his muscular legs. Damn, he’s got some powerful legs. All those years spent in skates and on the ice have been very good to his physique.

I look up at him, watching his expression as I stroke his cock in my hand. My eyes don’t leave his as I move back and ghost my lips over his shaft, licking around the head of his cock like it’s my own personal sucker, and I’m attempting to find the center. John’s fingers sink into my hair as he gathers my short locks into one of his fists. As he holds it out of my face, I enclose my lips around his cock, sucking him fully into my mouth until the head hits the back of my throat. I pull back until my lips are once again around just the crown of his cock, sucking hard as I hollow out my cheeks. My fist easily slides along his shaft as I work him over, doing my best to bring him to the edge of ecstasy before pulling back, only to build him right back up.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” he groans out, tapping my cheek to get my attention.

“That’s the point,” I tell him after sliding his cock out of my mouth. I increase my strokes with my fist, watching as he starts to let loose. His cum hits my torso, marking me as it pulses from his cock. He turns his body, falling back on the bed and taking me with him. I’m careful not to land with the front of my body against the comforter, so I don’t make it messy.

“Here, use this,” he tells me, handing me the T-shirt he took off a little bit ago. It must have landed on the bed when he took it off.

I wipe his cum off my skin and curl up next to him as he recovers from his orgasm.

“That was fucking amazing,” he tells me as he nuzzles my neck. The combination between his facial scruff and his breath against my skin has me squirming and ready to fall apart in a matter of seconds. “Now it’s my turn to make you come alive,” he says against my skin as he ghosts his lips over it. His lips randomly land, leaving wet kisses as he moves over me. Starting at my collar bone, he makes his way across my chest, between my breasts as a hand slips behind me to flick the clasp of my bra open and then off my body. I vaguely hear it hit the floor just as he sucks one nipple between his lips. My back arches off the bed as he expertly rolls my nipples, one between his teeth and the other between his fingertips. The dual stimulation has my center pulsing, and he hasn’t even touched me down south.

“You like that?” He chuckles against my skin as I arch into his touch, seeking out more each time he even slightly moves. My body is on fire, and he’s the only extinguisher that will put my fire out.

“Yes, but I need you to move a little further south,” I tell him, encouraging him to move things along. I’m desperate here for some friction where I want it most.

“I’ll get there, just hold your horses,” he tells me. “I’ll make this good for you, don’t worry,” he says, just before he sucks the other nipple into his mouth. The amount of pent-up sexual frustration now is going to make my release all that more powerful and sweet.

He moves on from my breasts, down my torso as he alternates between leaving love bites and open kisses along my heated skin. When he reaches the elastic of my thong, he doesn’t hesitate, just pulls it to the side, exposing me to him. Thank god I had the foresight to trim things up this morning in the shower.

“God damn, you’re sweet,” he tells me as he runs his tongue up my center. “You taste just as good as you smell.” I about come unglued as his tongue travels up my slit again before latching on to my clit. He flicks it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it hard into his mouth, then back to circling with his tongue. The direct attention on my clit has my body, once again, ready to come completely undone. My orgasm hits me hard and fast. I clamp my legs around John’s neck, holding him against me as I come hard.

I vaguely register John’s moving body as I enjoy the endorphin release that is flooding my bloodstream right about now. I hear what sounds like a condom packet being torn open then feel the tug against my skin of my thong being pulled from my body.

“Are you still good with this?” he asks, aligning both of our bodies up, his lips hovering just above my own.

“Of course, I am.” I pull his lips to mine just as he pushes inside of me for the first time. “Fuck!” I cry out as his cock fills me. It’s been a little while since I’ve been with someone, and the last guy definitely wasn’t this well-endowed.

“Shit, am I hurting you?” he questions, attempting to pull out.

“I just need to adjust for a second,” I tell him, holding him still as my body adjusts to the size of his cock.

He must feel my body start to relax as he slowly moves, starting with small rolls of his hips. He slowly builds his thrusts until we have the entire bed rocking with us as he pounds into me hard and fast. His thumb finds my clit, and the onslaught of his cock hitting me just right with each thrust, coupled with the pressure from his thumb, and he has me cresting over the edge with my second orgasm. I come hard, probably the hardest I’ve ever come in my life. If this is what sex is like with John all the time, then I’m in for some fantastic orgasms in my future, hopefully.

“Yes, baby. Come all over my cock,” I hear him grit out as he continues to thrust through my orgasm. I feel as he starts to lose his own grip. One last thrust and he’s buried so deep inside me as his orgasm barrels out of him. He collapses onto me, pinning me to the bed as he comes hard. He shakes as he attempts to suck in air—our sweat-slicked bodies aligned as if we were created to perfectly fit together.

“You good?” he sweetly asks a moment later when he rolls off me. I immediately miss the fullness of his cock inside of me.

“Never been better,” I whisper back to him, causing him to chuckle. He shakes the bed as he erupts into a full-on belly laugh.

“You know how to stroke a man’s ego,” he finally gets out.

“I know how to stroke something,” I tease right back, loving this easy banter we’ve found between the two of us. I reach out and find his cock still semi-hard. I have no clue when he removed the condom, but it’s gone. I lazily stroke him as we lay here, still sweaty and languid.

“You’ve got to give me at least twenty to rebound. I’m not a spring chicken anymore,” he tells me, grabbing my hand to stop my strokes. “You’re going to kill me if you rush things.”

“You’re not that old.” I laugh and poke him in the chest as I sit up and then straddle him. His cocks slips through my folds, hitting my clit and strumming my body right back to being ready to go again. John runs his big calloused hands up my legs and torso, stopping to cup my breasts in them. I lean forward, boxing him in on the bed.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says against my skin just before he sucks a nipple into his mouth—my back arches, pushing my chest into him as he lavishes my breasts. I pull him off my breast and capture his lips with my own. We make out like we are teenagers, exploring every inch of each other’s bodies in the process.

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