Page 72 of A Game Of Love

I’m not vanilla by any means, not that there's anything wrong with that, but BDSM is something I’ve never thought of. I wonder what it would be like if I let one of them tie me up. To be at their mercy, my body theirs to do with as they...

“Flower,” Toby chuckles, waving his hand in front of my face.

I blink a few times, shaking my head of the dirty thoughts.

“Sorry, what?” I look up at him from where we’re snuggled together, me in the crook of his arm.

He grins down at me devilishly. “What were you just thinking about?”

“Nothing,” I say a little too quickly.

His grin grows. “Come on, Baby Girl.” He shifts his body so he’s able to grab my hips and pull me into his lap so that I’m nowsitting with my thighs draped over his. Toby cups my face with his hand, thumb brushing against my cheek. “Don’t lie to me.”

“Fine,” I huff, trying not to show how turned on I am by not only the movie and my dirty thoughts but by the way he’s looking at me right now. Like he can’t bring himself to take his eyes off me. “I was wondering if what they were doing in the movie would be something I’m interested in.”

My cheeks burn as his brows rise. “Really? Huh... and?”

I shrug. “Don’t think the whole thing would be for me, but I do like rough sex. I don’t think I’d enjoy soft and sweet. Maybe slow and deep, but I like feeling out of control, consumed by the moment. I don’t want to get lost in my thoughts, but lost in the things you guys are doing to me. The pleasure you're bringing me. And well, I think I’d be open to having my wrists bound, maybe some handcuffs.”

His eyes grow dark, letting out a curse. “Fucking hell, Lilly,” he groans.

I gasp as he moves me until I’m straddling his lap. I feel his stiff cock under my damp core, feeling the heat of his dick through the thin fabric of my sleep shorts. Shorts that I know are ruined because I don’t have any panties on.

Before we started the movie, I changed into something more comfortable. Okay, comfortability was not exactly what I was going for. More like I wanted his eyes on me to distract him. I was hoping he wouldn’t keep his hands to himself, but he did. The whole damn movie, all he did was rub circles on my arm when I wanted him to rub circles on my clit.

“You want my honest opinion?” I ask, raising a brow.

“On what?” he asks, eyes roaming over me hungrily.

“On how I feel right now, what I’m really thinking.” What I’m about to do is a little bold of me, and maybe with anyone else, I’d feel shy or insecure, but not with Toby. Never with him. I’venever shied away from speaking my mind with him, so why stop now?

I thought going from best friends to something more would have been a bit of an adjustment, but it hasn’t been. It’s like we’ve been together for years. It feels right and comfortable. Safe.

“I want you to always be honest with me, Lilly,” Toby whispers, running his hands up and down my thighs, sending a shiver through my body.

Feeling bold, I reach up and run my hands through his hair. He groans, eyes fluttering closed as I drag my fingers along his scalp.

“Right now, all I can think about is how I want you inside me,” I murmur. His eyes pop open, nostrils flaring. Grabbing one of his hands that tighten on my thighs, I bring it to my stomach.

Arousal spikes through me as I drag his hand down my belly, over my mound, and under to cup my core. A low growl rumbles in his chest, and I use my free hand to pull my shorts to the side before bringing his fingers to my wet folds.

“Fucking hell, Lilly,” he grunts. “You're dripping.”

I suck in a breath before moaning as he slips two fingers inside me. A wicked smirk takes over his handsome face. “That's right, Flower, moan for me. You’re so fucking sexy.”

My hands reach out, grabbing onto his shoulders. I’m not done with him, but I’ll let him play with me for a little while longer.

His fingers feel so damn good inside me as he thrusts in and out, his thumb finding my clit.

My eyes close, and I hang my head, rocking my hips to grind myself against his hand.

With each thrust of his fingers, he rubs against my sensitive spot, sending spikes of pleasure throughout my body.

“Toby,” I whimper as he works me over, driving his fingers deep, working my clit over so good. Too good.

“Breathe, baby. Just let your body feel it, let go. Cum for me. I want to feel you fucking drip down my hand,” he growls.

His dirty words have my core heating to an inferno level.

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