Page 41 of The Game Plan

I take a deep breath, and the air feels hot and dry going down, I’m so needy for him. But this isn’t about me. Not right now.

My hand glides over his length, barely touching his silky skin. Even so, his body shivers, his expression pinching tight asthough it’s both torture and ecstasy.

“No more thinking, Ethan. Show me how you want it.” I give the rounded tip of his cock a kiss, and it jumps against mylips. Eager, so unbelievably eager. My eyes stay on his. “I need you to show me.”

His nostrils flare on an indrawn breath, and then he reaches for me, his big hand spanning the back of my head. Long fingerstwine in my hair, gathering it in his grasp. He holds me just tight enough that I feel it in my scalp. Hell, I feel it downmy thighs.

They clench when he slowly guides my head back to his cock. Those serious eyes peer down at me. His voice is a low rumble.“Open.”

God.

My lips part, my breath coming in a soft pant. But he doesn’t shove himself in. No, he’s fucking deviant because he wrapshis free hand around the wide base of his cock and slowly runs the fat, swollen crown over my upper lip.

The cool, metal ball runs along the seam of my lips, such a strong contrast to all that hot flesh, that a moan breaks fromdeep within me. Without bidding, I open wider, wanting him on my tongue.

His eyes burn into mine. “Give it a lick.”

And I do, a teasing flick along the tiny slit of his dick. His nostrils flare. “More, Cherry. Lick it good and slow.”

“Like this?” I run the flat of my tongue around the crown, licking him up like he’s an ice cream cone.

Ethan bites his bottom lip, his lashes fluttering down, and manages to give me a nod. I do it again, earning a moan from him.

“Oh, Jesus, Fi... Maybe... ah... God, Cherry, do whatever you want to me. I’m yours. I’m all yours.”

He’s sprawled back, his long body taking up all of the bed, one arm thrown over his forehead, his lip caught between his teethas if in pain. He gazes down at me so full of lust and need, he seems almost helpless, this massive guy.

Mine.

Kissing the tip, I smile up at him, and then suck him deep.

He grunts loud and long, a garbledunfthat tears from his throat as his back leaves the bed, almost dislodging him from my mouth. I wrap my fingers around hisbase, my free hand smoothing up and down his thigh as I work my tongue over his piercing.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He fists the sheets, pulling them from the mattress, as his hips shift and twitch.

I smile around his cock. Soon.

Torturing Ethan tortures me as well. I’m so hot my thighs quiver and my nipples ache. I curl over him, my palms braced onhis thick thighs. He’s so big and hard in my mouth, my jaw hurts. I don’t care. I could do this every day.

I take my time, explore every substantial, glorious inch of him, cup his heavy balls and gently roll them in my palm. Oh,but he loves that.

“Give them a tug,” he whispers, sounding desperate. When I do, his whole body shudders.

“Fi, Fi, I’m gonna...” He licks his lips and gazes down at me as if he’s lost the power of speech.

Oh, but I know. I want him to come spectacularly. The power in his body moves under my touch. It’s heady. And when he comeswith an agonized groan, giving himself fully over to me, I fall completely under his spell.

Fourteen

Dex

Fantasy and reality are never the same. I’ve fantasized about Fiona Mackenzie’s mouth sucking on my dick more times than Ishould admit. Never once did I get it right.

I didn’t want to recall those vague, fractured memories I had of the only other girl who’d performed that service for me thosemany years ago. They had no place being anywhere near the vicinity of Fi. Which meant I’d only had my imagination to go on.

My imagination is a weak bitch compared to the reality of Fi’s warm, silken mouth, the way her delicate hands glide over me,stroking and petting as if my pleasure,my need, is all that matters.

It cuts me off at the knees. I want to fall at her feet and confess my undying devotion. If this is what a blow job reducesme to, I can’t even think of what finally sinking into her sweet body will do. I’ll probably have a fucking aneurysm or something.

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