Page 111 of Hat Trick

“Okay. Good. Yeah.” I run a hand through my hair. “It looks good.”

“Are you always this nervous?”

“I’m not nervous.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m fine. Just want to make sure you’re okay,” I say, and I double check the tie knot again.

“I’m more than okay. What happens now?”

“The benefits part of all of this.” I lift her hands above her head. “Me doing whatever you ask. Making sure you get off. That’s what you want, right?”

Lexi squirms and exhales a puff of hot air that tickles my face. “When you say it like that, it makes it seem like you’re not enjoying yourself. It makes it seem like this is only about me.”

“Right now it is.” I draw a straight line down her body, from her neck to her stomach. “Relax, Lexi baby. You know I’m going to take care of you.”

When her shoulders drop away from her ears and she closes her eyes, I tie her wrists to the headboard. I give the ropes a pull, making sure she can release herself if she wants to get out of the ties, as every thought I’ve ever had about her comes rushing to the surface.

I cup both of her breasts and drag my thumbs over her nipples, grinning when she squirms again and finds she can’t move her upper body.

“Fuck,” she whispers, eyes flying open.

“Impressed yet?”

“You’re a goddamn tease.”

“Says the girl who waltzed in here, told me she wanted to be tied up, then made me sit through dinner with my friends while I imagined what she’d look like spread out on my bed.”

“And? Is it what you pictured?”

“Better,” I say, pressing my palm on her stomach. “Last time I took your underwear. This time, I might need to take a photo of you so I can look at it when I’m sad and lonely in my hotel room during our away games. And I’m sad a lot, Lexi.”

“That’s the best part about being friends with benefits.” She moans when I push a finger inside her and find her pussy tight and wet. “You could knock on my door, have the real thing, and not stick around to find out if I snore.”

“Tempting. What would I tell my teammates?” I add a second finger, stretching her out, and her legs tip open wider. She lifts her hips, and I push her back against the mattress so she can’t move. “Sorry. I can’t make dinner. I have a needy woman in my room who is demanding my attention?”

“Throw in the word hot too.”

“You’re so damn confident.”

“Am I wrong?”

“No.” I bend to kiss her stomach. My tongue leaves a trail of wet marks behind as I position myself between her legs. “You’re not wrong at all. You doing okay up there?”

“Yeah,” she says. I glance up at her and watch her tug on the ropes. “This is… I like this a lot.”

“I likethis, a lot.” I lick her pussy, tongue pressing down on her clit. “Fuck. I’ve missed you.”

“You’ve missed my cunt.”

I haven’t been with a lot of women. The number is small compared to some of my teammates who like sleeping around. But I can say without a doubt in my fucking mind Lexi is the hottest person I’ve ever slept with.

There aren’t any games. I don’t have to ask for guidance. She tells me exactly what she wants and exactly how she wants it, blunt as hell when she wraps her thighs around my head and urges my face deeper between her legs.

“No, you brat.” I pinch the inside of her knee and she squeals. “I’ve missedyou.”

“Less talking. More—shit, Riley,” she whines when I push a third finger inside her. She tightens around me, and it’s alarming how much that turns me on. “Right there.”

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