Page 60 of The Game

I raise an eyebrow. “So, it’s not just men you like to torture; it’s this particular man right here?”

She hums a little. “Well … men like to dominate in bed, or at least the ones I’ve been with have. You didn’t do that with me. It was all push and pull.” She bites her lip. “It was … hot, Adam.” She goes a bit pink.

“Here and now … best-case scenario, my control will be terrible. Worst-case scenario, I won’t even be able to do it.”

“We don’t have to doanything.”

Donothing? When she clearly wants to? I chuckle and run my nose across her cheek and nibble her earlobe. “Oh, yes we do.”

She shifts her pelvis, rubbing against me, then wraps her legs around my waist and rolls me. And I don’t even think about it: I shift my hips to the side and lock a leg over her thigh and roll her straight back.

“Fight moves,” she says with a grin.

“Oh really? You want to fight me?” I groan and close my eyes. “I’ve never had so little control as I did on the floor of your gym.” I laugh. “Perhaps we both discovered a new kink on that mat.”

But in the heat of being over her again, I’ve forgotten how strong and competitive she is. She rolls me again, putting herself back on top, shifting backward an inch into just the right place, and all my fight moves fly out the window as my pelvis tightens. The only thing stopping me from pushing inside are two flimsy little bits of fabric. I can’t help but push up and rub my erection against her, and the warmth and the ease of movement tells me she’s slick and ready. I run a palm up her leg and tease my thumb over the crease at the top of her thigh.

She blinks down, lips parting, so I burrow under the elastic of her panties, and oh yes, this is so much better. Concentrating on her instead of me.That’s how this works. My finger brushes along the edge of the smooth skin there, all soft and warm. A shudder rolls through her body.

“You’re so good at this,” she whispers.

I am?

Emboldened, I dive deeper, my thumb stretching farther across her skin, into the wetness that makes everything slide around. She gasps and grinds down on my erection, widening her legs, and I’m embarrassingly close all of a sudden. Maybe that’s just how it’s going to be. Maybe it’s her.

With both hands planted on my chest, she rubs against me in earnest, eyes roaming my face and a slight crease between her eyebrows. Warning tingles travel from my balls and up my cock.Oh,fuck.

“Adam! I need …”

“Yeah, me too, baby, hold on. I need my wallet.”

“Did your condoms expire in 2009?” She grins.

“No, smart-ass.”

She laughs. “Where is it? I’ll get it.”

I nod toward the bureau, and she levers off my legs, my T-shirt sliding over her strong thighs, her dark ponytail cascading down her back, all mussed up from my grip. When she comes back with a condom, I place it on the comforter next to us and urge her back over me. My hands drift over her hips, up into the T-shirt, and when I reach her ribs she arches back, so I rub my thumbs along the underside of her breasts. She grabs the top and pulls it over her head.

I am not prepared for the muscle definition of her torso and naked breasts. They’re toned, full, and round, a perfect handful, and I slide my palms over her, thumbing her nipples as her thighs tighten around me.

“You’re so gorgeous,” I whisper.

With a half smile, she shuffles back, her gaze snagging on my open shirt, her hand coming out to stroke the trail of blond hair down the center of my stomach, and my abs flex under her questing fingers. She’s too close to my erection pressing against my fly. But there’s no hesitation as she undoes my top button, fingers exploring where I’m hard. A groan rumbles up my throat as she parts the fabric and my hips lift almost of their own accord. She drags my jeans down, feeling the shape of me through the front of my boxers, touching my balls when she gets to the base. Goosebumps ripple over my arms and chest.

Sitting up, I press my body into hers as I twist to shrug out of my shirt,finding her lips as she pushes the cotton off my shoulders. My hand steals up to take the tie out of her ponytail, hair spilling around her face and over her collarbone, and I grasp huge greedy handfuls of it, as I rub my chest against hers and trail my lips from her mouth down her neck, skin warm and damp. My hand slides up to cup her breast, bending my head to suck on a rosy nipple, lapping at it with my tongue and then testing my teeth on it. It tightens in response, so I roll the hard nub between my lips.

“I want these off,” she gasps, hands scrabbling at the elastic of my boxers as she pushes them down, and my cock springs free. She wraps a tight hand around it.

“Oh, this is so sexy,” she whispers as a long groan shudders out of me. I can’t take her hot hand on me, not if she carries on exploring the way she’s doing now, her thumb rubbing over my tip and down, finding the sensitive area at the base and playing, playing, playing. And I must be leaking because the movement of her finger is easier and slicker with every passing second. She’s swiping back and forward as shivers run down my back and my legs.

“Anna!” I gasp. “Stop. Stop. Too good.” I take her mouth in a bruising kiss. I’m burning up, heat radiating off my body, sweat breaking out across my skin. She leans sideways and grabs the condom, tearing at the wrapper with her teeth, swiftly examining it, and rolling it down over me. The whisper of her fingers on my cock makes me jerk.

She shifts over me, and I press into her andfuck… I’d forgotten this: a tightness along my length like I’ve never felt before.

“Christ, you feel good.”

Can I remember how to do this? I give an experimental push forward, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. Christ, how long am I going to be able to last? But I don’t think she needs me to. She’s already gasping, hands on my shoulders and grinding down into me like she can’t hold back, like she wants what I gave her on the floor of the gym.

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