Page 104 of Game Point
‘Stop being mean to me,’ he begged.
‘No.’ I swallowed, my hips continuing to buck against him, feeling how hard he was for me. I closed my eyes, remembering how it would feel to have him inside me, taking every inch with pleasure. ‘Maybe you’ll think twice about running me ragged doing footwork drills.’
‘This is payback?’
I grinned back at his reflection. ‘You bet, Coach Anderson.’
His gaze turned devilish, a smirk twisting on his perfect lips. I had the striking feeling like all of this had been only a starter. And he was about to feast on the main course. ‘If my player is acting like a brat, then I’m going to treat them like a brat.’
I bit down on my tongue, trying not to come from his words alone. ‘You can try. But I give as well as I get,’ I warned, staring back at him.
It felt like the rug had been pulled from under me as in one quick motion, he pulled out the toy. I gasped. My core tightened as a sudden rush of loss slammed into me.
Then, holding my gaze in the mirror, he took the dildo, raised it to his mouth, and cleaned it with his tongue. I would’ve come on sight if I hadn’t felt like I’d had a bucket of cold water thrown over me with the loss between my legs.
‘Lie on your front,’ he commanded, his tone leaving no space for any argument this time. ‘My brat doesn’t come until I say she does. Do you understand?’
Holding two fingers to my forehead, I saluted. ‘Aye aye, sir.’
A grin broke out on his lips, a gasped laugh as he shook his head, probably asking himself what else he could’ve expected from me. And as much as I wanted to be that person you can’t boss about and stick to my earlier words, his proposition sounded too damn good to deny. Slowly, I moved, his eyes tracking every inch of my body. I slid down the cover, the soft material rubbing against my skin as I eased down to be flat on my chest. I felt vulnerable, exposed, giving up control like this. But for him, I’d let him have this. I wanted this for him.
I heard him moving behind me, the anticipation sending my body needy for his touch. The bed dipped as he eased on top, his body lined up on top of mine.
‘You are so beautiful.’ Shivers ran down my spine as hekissed my shoulder. ‘Every single inch of you.’ He eased down, his lips leaving a trail of kisses as he moved, every single one of them like an electric shock against my skin.
I ached to touch him, my hips pushing back as he travelled, desperate for every contact of him I could gain. In that moment, all I wanted in the world was him. Maybe in every moment.
‘Please,’ I was painfully gone for him, needy and desperate. ‘Oliver, you need to touch me.’
‘You want my fingers?’ he murmured as he pushed up onto his knees, his leg pushing in between mine.
I shook my head against the mattress. ‘I want you to fuck me. I need you to make me come.’
He groaned, satisfied, his palm finding the globe of my ass, his fingers gripping into the flesh. ‘Remember what I said.’ And then, with the palm of his hand, he slapped his hand against my ass. It stung enough to force a hiss from between my lips. ‘Not until I say so.’
I twisted my neck, desperate to look at him, even for a moment, and caught him rolling on a condom. He was grinning, a wild look in his eyes as he looked at me with such delight, it almost made me blush. Oliver’s gaze caught mine, his smile only widening as he saw me. He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on my ass as if to say ‘sorry’.
‘Are you going to fuck me already?’
His gaze turned heated with my words. ‘Still being such a brat,’ he said, placing a softer, playful slap on my ass. I only wiggled it, trying to tease him.
‘Haven’t you learned to only expect that from me by now?’ I said, my need for him reaching excessive heights. I tried anything to alleviate the feeling. I tried to push mythighs together, but his leg in between mine blocked the motion. Instead, I moved, my hand going between my legs, pushing inside of me. I moaned, knowing more than anything that I was giving him a show, letting him see how truly hungry I was for his touch.
Oliver leaned forward, his hand finding mine, pulling it out from between my thighs. I cried out at the absence. I wouldn’t beg. Not again.
With his hand still restraining mine, he dragged his cock along my wet centre, teasing me with the tip.
‘I’m going to fuck the brat out of you, love,’ he growled, his words alone nearly causing me to come. My legs trembled, my body reacting to every single slide of his cock against me.
But I swallowed it all down, issuing my simple challenge. ‘Try your best, babe.’
He didn’t waste another moment, sliding his entire length inside of me. I screamed, my eyes rolling back in my skull as he pulled out, moving and repeating the motion over and over again. I was in heaven and hell at the same fucking time.
I couldn’t help but moan, his own groans filling the space as we fucked hard. His hand released mine, instead finding my hair, pulling my head back. I remembered that first night we had spent together, both of us spending the time instructing each other how we liked it, both enjoying a mix of soft and rough.
He didn’t need any more instruction now.
‘Fuck, Oliver.’ Every movement of his cock inside me left me a babbling mess.
