Page 85 of Let the Game Begin
I had, in fact, secretly registered many of them, but she didn’t even suspect that, and I certainly wasn’t going to tell her. They were at the forefront of my mind whenever I undressed her. I bent my face over her right breast and sucked on it, coaxing a gasp from her. Then I licked her mole right next to the nipple. The shape reminded me of a very small heart and it was one of thedetailsI adored most about her body. I looked back up at her and slowly ground myself between her outer lips—so hot and slick against me.
“Then give them all to me here, these invisible details you think only you notice,” I mumbled provocatively, sliding my arm between our bodiesto take my erection and direct it where I wanted it to go. I grabbed it by the root and rubbed the head against her to lubricate myself.
The eroticism reached its peak when I thrust my hips forward and felt her envelop me in her liquid heat. I enjoyed the raw contact between us too much, which was why I could never wear a condom with Babygirl the way I always did with the others. I slid fully into her, feeling her tight walls reshape to accommodate me. It was hot, slick, and soft. A burning clasp.
She surrounded me, squeezing me and welcoming me as deep as I could get. The feeling was surreal, and I held my breath the whole time as I made space for myself inside her. I buried myself between her thighs at a leisurely pace, and Selene gritted her teeth, breathing in a measured sort of way. I knew that my size was often mildly painful for women. Certainly Selene—who was still as tight as the first time I’d taken her—was feeling some discomfort.
I huffed out a breath as I entered her fully and then stopped. She looked up at me and swallowed hard, waiting for me to move again. She clasped my shoulders with her little hands, rubbing her way down to my lower back. Then she wrapped her legs around my hips and dug her heels into my glutes.
Wrapped around me like that, she seemed somehow even smaller and more fragile. I smiled at her and dropped a chaste kiss on her full lips. It dawned on me, too late, that what was meant as a small, intimate gesture to reassure her might have also made her believe there was more between us than just sex. I couldn’t allow myself to keep making that kind of mistake.
I quit looking into her eyes and tried to focus on our breathing, on her little noises and the way our bodies interlocked. I rubbed some of her wetness around on her clit and continued rocking into her, riding the waves of pleasure. I kissed her neck and thought again about how much I loved her coconut scent. I liked women who kept themselves clean, and Selene did that. Very much so.
I lowered my head to her breast and sucked it into my mouth, making her back bend upward. More and more, I was growing to love her delicate curves. I took her small nipple between my lips and nibbled it with my teeth, drawing a moan from her.
“Neil,” she said, her murmur broken by a gasp. Then she dug her nailsinto the flesh of my back and clasped me tightly as I jerked with each thrust. The headboard started hitting the wall and the springs in the mattress began to creak. Selene locked eyes with me again, but this time, I wasn’t going to let her manipulate me with her fucking ocean stare. I got too vulnerable when that happened. I became an imbecile that wanted nothing more than to swim out into those waves and drown forever.
I pulled out of her hastily and grabbed her by the hips, turning her face down. This way, I could more easily avoid any compromising eye contact. I pulled her ass up until she was on all fours in front of me. I entered her from behind with one powerful thrust, holding her by the hips.
I didn’t want to look at her, but I did anyway.
Selene clutched the bedspread with both fists, her auburn hair was tousled and wild, her arched back slick with sweat, her raised ass the victim of my aggressive thrusting. I couldn’t help but stare at the precise spot where our bodies met and the sight of it electrified me. Her pink flower, velvet soft, opened and closed in time with my strokes. It was a rose in full bloom, the delicate petals concealing its depthless center. I took her hair in one hand and tilted her neck back as I leaned over her.
She was beautiful, but I would never tell her that I thought so.
“I love fucking you,” I whispered instead into her ear before breathing in her scent from her throat. She didn’t say a word; she just gritted her teeth and endured, moaning in satisfaction exactly the way I wanted. Each of her sensual little sounds was followed but a stronger, more agitated thrust.
I slipped a hand under her stomach and clasped her breast, rolling the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She sucked in a breath. I enjoyed the way Selene responded to me, to the things I did and the ways I touched her. She was so goddamned sensitive, it got me ridiculously hot.
There was nothing in my head then, except for her warm body and my own ferocious, untethered movements. There were no nightmares, no problems. The anonymous package, Dr. Lively, and the poison that always surrounded me all suddenly ceased to exist. Lust was boiling in my veins. Selene’s knees buckled abruptly and she collapsed, surrendering to my will.
She groaned into the bedspread and bit her arm to stifle the screams that I would much rather have heard.
“You like being used by me. I can feel it.” I tightened my grip on her hair and slapped her flank hard enough to make her shout and moan at the same time. I smiled smugly because I had met my objective, and then I lay down on top of her, putting my weight on my elbows.
My chest rubbed against her back, which was so slender that I was afraid for a moment that I might crush her.
“You asshole,” she muttered under her breath, unable to speak any louder. I started moving my hips again, owning her and marking her harder and harder. Suddenly, she pressed a hand to my backside to get me to slow down. Or maybe to speed me up. I didn’t investigate either way because I was going to use her to exhaustion no matter what.
I was torturing her at that point. I entered her with sharp thrusts and withdrew slowly, making sure she felt every inch of me. I wanted her to feel like she was being impaled on my cock, and I wanted her to keep feeling that into tomorrow and the days after. We both began to sweat and our breathing was getting ragged. Selene couldn’t hold out any longer while I could have kept going all night, if only to avoid coming back to reality.
“You’re going to come, Babygirl.” I pressed my chest more firmly against her back and felt her tighten all around me, clamping down and sucking me in entirely before finally releasing. And then again, contracting and dilating in a perfectly balanced dance. I sped up the pace of my strokes and her body tensed beneath me. She shifted reflexively back up on all fours and moved her pelvis against me, allowing herself to be transported by the delicious natural spasms of orgasm.
Her forearms strained to support her, and her legs shook. She was beautiful to behold, as much a spectacle as any burst of fireworks. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be swallowed up by her searing heat and the urgent movements of her hips. A violent shiver ran down my spine, my eyes snapped open, and I quickly pulled out of her. I squeezed her ass with one hand while I used the other to grip myself, quickly moving my fingers up and down my entire length. My abs tensed, a million nerve endings going up like flares, my biceps flexed, a devouring heat burned in my chest, and my veins felt like they were going to burst as my seed spurted across her back.
All rational thought was completely obscured by the sight of Selene underneath me.
“Fuck,” I said, out of breath as my orgasm waned, and I slowly came back to reality. I was still on my knees behind Babygirl, trying to catch my breath while Selene collapsed back down, exhausted.
I was covered in sweat, my hair was soaked, my throat was dry, and I had no idea where my heart had gone. Maybe into my stomach, my temples, or even my balls? All of them were pounding.
Worn out, I lay down next to her and felt the strength leaking out of me, little by little. I felt satisfied, the way I always did after a fuck. I stared up at the ceiling, illuminated only by a lamp on the bedside table, and breathed in the air, which was heavy with the smell of sex, coconut, and amber. Heavy with the smell ofus…strange combination that we were.
Selene turned her head to me. She was still lying on her stomach with her arms flexed under her face and her palms flat on the bedspread. She gave me the same adoring look that every woman gave my body after they enjoyed it thoroughly, and she stretched out a hand toward my left side. She traced the contours of my tattoo there with her index finger, and I shivered at her touch. Her hands were cold, probably because she didn’t have so much as a blanket to cover her. Her long, tapered fingers continued running along my skin, and it occurred to me that I’d really like to feel them lower down, maybe encircling my cock and…
Enough.
If I didn’t knock that off, I was going to get hard and start the whole thing over again, and I knew that would be asking too much of her. Selene had never experienced real foreplay with a man. I would have to teach her how to pleasure me, tell her what I liked and how to do it, but not right then.
