Page 69 of Risky Game

I knocked on the first closed door, and slowly, almost like she was hesitating, Ruby peeked out through the barely open slit. I palmed the door and pushed it in, closing it behind me before anyone could see she was already in there.

“Hey,” she whispered, and her voice was shaking.

The blush that had risen on her cheeks now traveled to her chest, the peaks of her breasts visible outside the top of her bikini.

I didn’t waste any time. We didn’t have it.

I reached out and pinched her nipple. Ruby gasped, and I kept my eyes on her. “Did you wear this to tease me today?”

Red and white. Like our home jersey colors. I didn’t even know if she knew the significance until her nose wrinkled. Even with the pressure on her nipple, she still smiled.

“It only seemed fair since you tortured me all weekend.”

Yes. I blinked and glanced down at her bottoms. I could have asked her to take them off and she would have. But those bows were tantalizing. I let go of her nipple and with two quick tugs, undid the bows.

The offensive fabric fluttered to the floor and then it was only me, Ruby, her sex on display, and her chest heaving with desire.

“Are you wet for me now?”

I had never asked Vanessa that question. But damn, watching Ruby struggle to answer me honestly was a turn-on in itself. I settled my hand at her hip and brushed my thumb over the soft flesh above her shaved mound.

Her inner thighs glistened, telling me all I needed to know, and every part of me demanded I drop to my knees for a taste. But someone could hear, and I was not touting us in a bathroom in her brother’s house.

“Yes,” Ruby finally rasped.

“Good.” I leaned in, tightened my hold on her hip, and kissed her.

Without waiting, I dove my tongue into her mouth and cupped the back of her head with my other hand. My dick throbbed to be released from the confines of my trunks, and my stomach clenched with the unbearable need to sink inside of her. God, I couldn’t wait to know exactly how she felt. The sounds she made when she didn’t muffle her orgasms.

Soon. It’d happen soon, but for now, teasing her brought me enough pleasure.

I kissed her harshly. It wasn’t rough. It wasn’t smooth. I poured all my frustration into that kiss while I slipped my hand between our bodies and ran two fingers over her clit. It was swollen, soaked with her own juices, and as soon as I touched her, she made an animalistic sound deep in her throat.

I played with her because I couldn’t not. Because I loved the slickness that coated my fingers. As her body began to tremble. As her hands dug into my arms hard enough they could leave marks, and right as those cries and that pulsing began—

I stopped.

Took everything I had in me to yank my hand from her sex and end the kiss.

Her eyes were still closed, lips swollen, and cheeks flushed. I waited until her lashes fluttered and she gaped at me.

“No…” she whispered. “You wouldn’t…”

“I will.” I put those two fingers coated with her into my mouth and made a humming sound as I tasted her. “And I did.”

“You cannot let me go back out there like this.”

God, she was cute when she was full of all that pent-up sexual need.

“I’ll take care of it later.” I leaned forward and kissed her.

To continue the torture, I shoved down my shorts, yanked out my hard length, and quickly finished myself off.

“You’re a bastard,” Ruby panted. But she watched. She didn’t move to touch herself and she hadn’t even grabbed her bottoms and retied them.

“I think you like it,” I groaned, right as my own climax hit. I came in my hand, all over my fingers and I had to be the sickest bastard in the world because when a drop fell to the floor, landed right on her bottoms, I chuckled.

She stood there, frozen, as if she couldn’t believe what I’d done as I washed and dried my hands and once I was done, I bent to my feet and slid her bottoms up to her hips.

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