Page 93 of What It Should Be
“Do you want to be the clear glass or the frosted glass?” he asks.
“Is the frosted glass the black pieces?” I question, and when he nods in response, I turn the board around so the frosted glass is in front of him.
“Ladies first,” he suggests.
“More like, the white pieces go first,” I correct as I move my queen’s pawn forward two spaces. Carson doesn’t say anything as a cocksure smile spreads across his face.
“Your cocky attitude is unbecoming,” I inform him.
That makes him chuckle. “You seem especially fond of my cock, Austen.”
I snort in response. “Carson!”
He makes his first move, which is a mirrored move across the board. It doesn’t take long for our articles of clothing to start coming off. And as each item comes off of him, I become increasingly distracted.
Carson’s body is a work of art. He has spent countless hours in the gym and on the ice to earn every inch of muscle on him. I find myself itching to trace his veins and kiss every dip and swell on his body.
“Strip. All of it.”
“What?” I question, still focused on the board, trying to strategize my next move.
That’s when I notice my king piece is knocked over. “Checkmate.”
I’m still staring in shock at the board when he says, “Did you really try to Queen’s Gambit me?”
“Well, yeah, I did.” I scoff as I begin to take off my remaining two items of clothing. When I go to unclasp my bra, Carson pauses my hands.
“Slower,” he commands. “I want to milk this for all it’s worth.”
I do as he requests, slowly dragging the straps of my white lace bra, which happens to be my best matching set, down my arms until my breasts are exposed to him.
In past relationships, I’d felt self conscious about my body, but everything is different with Carson. He makes me feel so beautifully worshiped.
As I hook my fingers into the waistband of my thong, Carson stops me, before lifting me up, and laying me down on the ottoman of the chair. He takes his queen piece from the board and brings it to my lips. He then slowly drags it down the nape of my neck, trailing it over my collarbones, where goosebumps erupt in its wake. My body hums to life with every sliver of skin he touches as he continues down between my breasts until he reaches the delicate lace of my thong.
“I’ve never been so offended by a scrap of fabric in my life,” he murmurs as he grabs a hold of my thong and tears it from my body.
“Carson! Those were my most expensive pair,” I whine.
“I’ll buy you a dozen more tomorrow, Austen. Actually, no. I think I like it better when you go without.”
Without the fabric stopping his progress down my body, Carson sits back on his heels and brings my one ankle to rest on his shoulder, spreading my legs, leaving me completely exposed.
He drags the glass chess piece from my ankle to the back of my knee, causing chills to scatter from the sensitive spot. When he reaches my inner thigh, I fight the urge to clench them together at the sensation.
My body squirms as he teases the queen piece over my slit, before dragging it to my other thigh, I’m so soaked that only one swift pass has the piece drenched.
He circles my opening before dragging the piece up to my clit. My skin burns feverishly as he brings the tension to a precipice.
“Carson, please,” I whimper.
“Is my dream girl feeling needy?” he questions.
“So fucking needy for you,” I reply, desperate for his touch.
Perching myself on my elbows, I watch as Carson drags the piece down my slit before slowly pushing it inside me. The oversized piece feels cool and erotic as he pumps it inside me at a torturous rate.
Knowing I need more without me having to beg for it, he brings his mouth to my core and takes one delicious pass with his flattened tongue. When he sucks my clit and plunges the queen piece deeper, accompanied by his two fingers, I nearly scream from the overwhelming sensation. My core tightens as my orgasm threatens to pull me under. Legs shaking, pussy clenching, and my clit trembling from his mouth, I come completely undone only moments later.
