Page 78 of Game Point
‘Headstrong and bratty, that’s you,’ he hissed.
I chuckled, my lips kissing his sensitive skin. ‘Well, you’re practically sunshine and rainbows and a little cocky.’
‘Only a little?’ he asked. ‘Love, you know it’s not little,’ he teased, the evidence in my own hand, pulling at its length.
‘Maybe I’m being a brat again.’
‘Absolutely.’ He adjusted below me, his arms pushing his body up from the bed. His hand went to my jaw, running under my chin, guiding my gaze back to his. ‘You still want this?’
‘More than fucking anything,’ I answered immediately. ‘You?’
He let out a heavy breath, his head shaking. ‘I want to watch you ride my cock, love.’ His expression turned pained, smirk wavering. ‘Put me out of my misery.’
This time, I was done waiting. I took the condom, tearing the package open with my teeth, Oliver’s breathhitching as I did. I rolled it down his cock, my body growing desperate again for the sensation of him filling me up. I grabbed the lube, squirted some of the contents onto my hand, and transferred it to the outside of the silicon, watching as his eyes rolled back under my touch.
‘Dylan,’ he hissed. ‘Please.’
Ilovedhearing him beg.
Moving on top of him, his cock lined up, I leaned forward, my lips meeting his, taking a moment to enjoy the kiss while my hand worked his cock again, the tip rubbing against me. One push. That’s all it would take and I’d know what it was like to have him inside me. I ached for him, for that feeling. But God, it was fun to tease him.
I slowly sank my hips back, my eyes closing as I felt the tender stretch as I took him in. My hands pressed into my chest, fingers splayed as I rolled my head back. We both moaned loudly as I eased down his length, pausing to allow myself to adjust.
‘You tease,’ a strangled plea escaped his lips. I moved up, teasing him further. His gaze caught mine, his eyes glassy and filled with despair.
I eased further down, hissing through my teeth as I bottomed out, his entire cock feeling impossibly good inside of me.This is where he belonged. We began to move, slowly at first, his hips rising to meet mine, our bodies crashing into each other.
‘Fuck,’ I breathed, every grind causing a wave of satisfaction to ripple through my body, the need to go harder, faster, growing more intensely. I wanted all of him, every inch, for every second of the day. ‘You make me feel so full.’
‘You feel like heaven,’ he said, his hands on my hips, guiding my movements. I kept a hand on his chest, but the other found my nipple, pulling and teasing the sensitive skin between my fingers. ‘I love when you play with yourself. You look so good.’
I grinned, every nerve ending in my body electrified as we continued moving together. His finger pressed on my clit, teasing me further. My movement intensified, grinding harder and faster as I became desperate to find the edge of pleasure. I wanted to come, and I wanted to come hard.
‘Keep going, love,’ Oliver continued, matching my rhythm. ‘You look pretty. All desperate to come all over my cock.’
His touch increased, pushing me harder, his other hand keeping me grinding low. I threw my head back in pleasure, moaning uncontrollably. Oliver reached up, his hand finding the back of my neck, pulling my body against his chest. There, he held me close, driving his hips into me harder, keeping the orgasm going.
‘Don’t stop,’ I managed, my mouth opening, running my teeth along the skin of his shoulder, biting lightly. I clung onto his body, every single movement of him causing another spark of pleasure within me. I couldn’t get enough.
‘Wasn’t planning on it,’ he groaned below me. We stayed like this, lost in each other’s bodies. Before he moaned again, ‘I’m gonna … I can’t hold it …’
‘Come for me, baby,’ I crooned into his ear. His response was immediate, his body shivering as he grunted. I wanted to hear that noise over and over. When he was finished, he gasped, his rigid body relaxing under my weight.
Gazing down at him, I gently traced his slacked jaw, his eyes softly closed, his eyelashes full and dark. He was beautiful.
‘That was incredible.’ His voice was thick as he spoke, his eyes still closed.
‘Was?’ I kissed a line along his collarbone. ‘We still have all night.’
‘You’re right,’ he said, his eyes easing open to find me. ‘Let’s not waste any of it.’
His arm wrapped back around my waist, pulling me close, before flipping over, both of us rolling across the mattress. He was on top for about three seconds before I slipped off the edge, my body falling into the pile of clothes on the floor. Oliver managed to catch himself before crushing me. I laughed hard, unable to hold it back. His expression changed from concern, breaking with laughter.
That’s how we spent the rest of the night, fucking on any surface we could, touching and licking and enjoying every part of each other, chasing the sunrise for whatever pleasure we could get, until exhaustion took us from each other.
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Dylan
