Page 101 of Worth Every Game

Shit, shit, shit.

I grab Kate’s phone, my hands trembling, and check the stats. She’s right. Millions of views. And a few hundred people have used the sound already. I refresh and the numbers jump. Leap. Sky-rocket. And Amy has millions of followers and her video already has thousands of views too.

My heart starts beating so hard and fast it feels like it’s quivering. I can’t handle this. It’s too much all at once.I’m not ready.

Just as I’m about to start panicking, I catch sight of Jack pacing towards me. I thrust Kate’s phone back at her just as hereaches us. He barges right between Kate and Nico, ignoring the way they share an amused glance at his rudeness, and slides his arms around me. “Excuse us,” he says to them. “We have a deal I have to see through.”

Before I know it, he’s tugging me through the crowd, barely allowing me to stop to thank everyone who wants to compliment the set and congratulate me. He draws me close and whispers in my ear, “My dick is so fucking hard after watching you up there. I cannot wait another second to have you.”

Tingles of anticipation spread through me. I’m already buzzing, and Jack’s mention of his dick sends me into overdrive. “Where are we going?”

We leave the main room and head down a corridor, Jack’s large, warm hand cradling mine. He opens doors, poking his head in and then retreating as though he’s not finding whatever he’s looking for.

“Here,” he says, finally, and leads me into a room not far from the main bar. It’s decorated in a similar style. White floors, black seats, glowing lights from beneath the banquette that lines the walls of the tiny space. It’s a small private space, but there’s no lock on the door.

Before I can object, Jack slams the door and pulls me against him. Heat rages through me at every moving point of contact as he skims his hands over my shoulders, my upper arms, my neck.

His kisses are hard and desperate, bruising against my lips, but I meet him with equal vigor. “You are amazing,” he says between kisses. “I got hard watching you. And you know what I thought?”

“What? What did you think?” I ask breathlessly.

He bites on my bottom lip and sucks it. “I thought, I am the luckiest man here because I am going to fuck that woman. I’m going to slide my fingers in”—he glides a hand up my bare thigh,teasing the fabric of my underwear which is getting wetter by the second—“and find her soaked for me.”

I gasp as he pushes in, raising my thigh over his hip to give him better access. He tips his head back and groans. “Fuuuuck. No matter how many times I imagine this, it’s never as good as the real thing.”

I grind against him, and his breath heats my neck as he pants while he undoes his trousers. “Please,” I beg, already desperate to feel him inside me.

“Shit.” Jack’s movements cease abruptly. “No condoms.”

My pussy pulses, that empty ache inside me calling to be filled. “I don’t care. I’m on the pill. I’ve been checked.” My heart cinches as I recall his ‘a lot of women’ comment. “What about you?”

“I’m good. I got tested before you moved in. And you’ve seen my house. I keep everything neat. And I mean,everything.” He draws back so he can see me, and his eyes look darker than ever. “I’ve never fucked a woman bare before.”

Wow.

My heart starts leaping at the idea that I can be one of Jack Lansen’s firsts. I didn’t think he’d have any left to give. Arousal surges at the thought of feeling him coming inside me. “Really?”

“Yes.” He frowns as though he thinks I’m judging him, which I am, but…holy shit.I get to be the first woman he’s been with without a condom.Bare. “Are we doing this or not?” he asks, and the brusque defensiveness in his voice endears him to me even more.

I nod, and I’ve barely finished the motion before Jack has shifted me to the banquette and hiked my skirt up around my hips. He takes one look at my underwear before he grabs it roughly, and the sound of tearing fabric greets my ears.

“Shit, you ripped them,” I mutter, outraged, but Jack only pulls the fabric out of the way and tosses it to the floor, far toofocused on the task he’s set himself to care. His trousers are still around his thighs, and he’s so eager that his desire leeches into me, escalating my racing pulse.

He spreads my thighs and lines himself up, then pauses, his tip right at the entrance, staring down at it. “Fuck. Look at you, so ready to take me. So pink and perfect, and fucking wet.” He groans, and the lusty noise makes heat blaze through my veins. He raises his gaze to mine as he enters, pushing every last inch of him inside me, and an overwhelming rush of hormones floods me, drowning me with need and desire, and love for this man.

“This feels so good. Just being inside you.” He moans again and I can’t bear him being inside me without actually fucking me for a second longer. The fullness is exquisite, but I need more. I lower a hand to touch my clit, but Jack flicks my hand away and works me himself, bringing me to orgasm without thrusting once. My pussy walls clench around his dick, my thighs locked around his hips.

I moan and writhe as the blistering pleasure shoots through me.

“Fuck me, you’re gorgeous,” he pants when I’m done. “I felt all of that. Every last tremor of your cunt.”

He looks beside himself with desire as he thrusts, slow at first, then hard and fast, and in moments a second orgasm begins to bloom, sending blasts of energy pulsing through me.

This time, we come together, my arms wrapped around him, fingers gripping his shirt. When he stiffens, letting out an almighty groan, I feel my heart teetering on the edge.This is it.His eyes lock onto mine, and in them, I read a million emotions; fear, vulnerability, love, ecstasy… it’s all there on his face—he’s giving me everything—as his climax spills into me in warm throbs while I tremble around him.

“I love you,” he breathes.

“I love you, I love you too,” I repeat, as my orgasm wrings me out, binding me to him, body and soul, leaving me boneless and blissfully happy. “God, I love you.”

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