Page 20 of The Game
“We want to keep playing?” he asks me. “Or watch a movie and pig out on chocolate and popcorn?”
I don’t know. After I ruined the moment, how can we go back?
I look at Mila. Her hand is still gripping my cock, and she winks up at me as she squeezes it. It’s growing hard again under her touch. “Up to you. I already got an orgasm. But don’t overthink what just happened.” She strokes me a few times, and I groan. Tilting her head to the side, she eyes my cock, then slowly draws her gaze back to mine.
“A little encouragement? Mila, you naughty minx,” Hunter teases her.
I grip her shoulder and let out a deep, shuddering breath. “Play,” I answer.
I want to play.
NINE
MILA
Roman picks me up and carries me to the bed. I laugh as he throws me, and I bounce a few times.
“It’s playtime, baby.” Hunter’s wicked grin has me tingling all over.
I wait for Roman to join me, but he doesn’t. He just watches and strokes his length. My hand weaves its way down my body, and I arch off the soft bedding as my fingers find my clit. I lick my lips as I play with myself. Hunter’s cock flexes under my gaze, and I close my eyes and throw my head back, moaning.
They’re watching me, taking their own pleasure and watching as I take mine.
The bed dips to the right as someone joins me. I don’t open my eyes. I let the mystery take over as a warm hand cups my breast and then I feel a tongue roll around my nipple as they suck it into their hot mouth.
I smile and reach up, grabbing Hunter’s head. He doesn’t have hair to grip on to, but I knew that it’s Hunter by the way he uses his tongue.
I open my eyes and see Roman is on the bed now, stroking his cock as he watches the two of us. I reach for him, but he shakes his head. Not coming closer. I worry he still thinks he’s broken, even though he said he wanted to play.
“Big guy, you wanna watch me blow our girl’s mind?” Hunter smirks over at him.
I chuckle at the new nickname.Big guy. Roman grunts, and it takes no time for Hunter to rip open a square foil packet and roll a condom down his length.
“Let’s put on the best show for our big guy. Let’s watch him blow his load as I fuck your brains out.”
Well, how can I say no to that? Hunter always finds my G-spot when we fuck, and with Roman watching, I know it’s only going to be so much more explosive.
Hunter wastes no time. He kisses me as he moves our bodies together, and when I open my legs, he settles his weight there. He moves his hips as he sucks on my neck, kissing me lower and rocking his cock against my wet pussy. I pull my legs up, giving him more room, and he groans into my throat.
“You’re so wet, so gorgeous, lying here under me.” Hunter pauses to tell me.
I look into his eyes and grab his jaw with a smirk. “Fuck me, Hunter,” I demand. As much as I love his dirty talk and love begging, he needs to shut the hell up and fuck me.
He grabs under my knee and pushes my leg up to my chest, and in one swift movement, he buries his cock deep within me. We both let out a throaty moan. He pauses for a moment, letting me adjust to the position, and I nod when I’m ready.
Pulling back, he slams into me again, and my whole body alights with pleasure. It’s not slow and tender when it comes to Hunter. It’s always hard and fast, just how I like it.
My fingers and toes tingle as he thrusts in and out over and over again. He hits my G-spot, and I claw for him. I can’t speak. I gasp as the orgasm takes me by surprise. It’s so fast that I don’t have time to come down before he pulls out and flips me. I turn on my hands and knees, wanting to watch Roman.
As soon as my eyes meet his, Hunter slaps my ass, and Roman’s eyes widen more. Is this how he thought it would be? Is this making him happy, or is he upset watching Hunter fuck me?
Hunter slams into me, hard. I groan as my back bows, his hands grip my ass cheeks, and he slams into me again. Roman’s hand keeps time; every time Hunter slams into me, he strokes himself. His breathing speeds up. He’s close, and I want to watch him come. I want to come with him.
I reach between my legs and rub my clit. Hunter bats my hand away and replaces it with his as he grips my hair and yanks my head back. His movements are becoming less predictable, and all I can hear in the room is his breathing, our bodies slapping together, and Roman’s small grunts as he moves closer.
Roman’s so close to me, I could taste him. I stick my tongue out, and he moves until I can lick his pre-cum. I moan at the salty taste.
“She’s so close, Roman. Come on her pretty little tongue as I come inside her. I’m close.”
