Page 102 of These Wicked Games
“I told you. I’m good at everything.” His hands press to my chest as he picks up speed. His cock drips onto my stomach, and I stroke him with each roll, soaking in the full-body shudder that sweeps over him.
I grab him by the waist, switching our positions and pulling him under me. “Wrap your thighs around me.”
“No!”
“Do it,” I growl, biting his neck. “Wrap those sexy thighs around me.” Stunned, he listens, and I fuck him hard. I’m so close. I feel him reach down to touch himself, and he fists his cock fast. I’m about to lose it. “Can I come inside you?” He moans, nodding as I bring him to the edge.
“Do you trust me?”
“I’m afraid to say yes,” he chokes out, his golden skin dusting with red as he reaches his end. I move a bit, planting my feet on the bed, and slip out of his body. I cup under his knees, pushing them back. Getting onto my feet, I crouch, notching my cock to his hole.
“Holy shit.”
I slide inside, and I know I’ve hit that spot as his eyes roll back. “Yeah, that’s the magic, huh?”
“Fuck.” It takes him a stunned moment to grab his cock, but then he’s stroking. Fuck he looks good like this. I watch the way he milks himself, the way his balls bounce with every thrust. They draw up, and I’m going to lose it myself. He’s so fucking beautiful.
And he’s all fucking mine.
“Oli, damn, baby. You going to come?” I don’t let up, and his eyes pinch closed. A blush rises across his skin, climbing up his neck.
“Andre, oh fuck yeah, fuck, I’m coming.” He moans loudly and his hole tightens, gripping me. I watch where we connect. Damn. Just fucking damn. I come, with his body trembling and twitching in my hold.
“Holy shit, yeah.” My hips punch forward, stuttering, then I slow as I see him wince a bit, and slowly get back down to my knees. Under his knees I see little crescent moons where my nails bit into his thighs. “Damn.”
Slowly I pull out, watching my cum leak from his hole. His hand rests on his stomach and he’s breathing heavily. “That was, wow.”
“You liked that?”
Oli looks like he wants to give me a smartass comment, but I’ve fucked all the wit out of him, so he just nods. “Insane.”
I lean over him, pulling one of his thighs back around my waist. I love the way he feels, the way he smells. I love the soft beat of his heart as it thuds against my ear. “We have to get up and shower.” And I have one more surprise for this man.
I lean in to kiss him, then get off. Oli follows, swinging his legs over the bed, watching me walk to the dresser he’d gotten me months ago.
I grab the tiny white box and walk over to him.
His eyes widen when he sees what I have in my hand. I get down on my knee. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Uh—”
“Are you proposing to me?” His voice ratchets a bit higher.
“What?” I laugh, and go to put the box away, but realize right now how fucking naked I am and that I have no logical place to put it. “No, I’m sucking your dick.”
“I’m soft!” He glowers.
“Well, you know, you are getting up there in age, so it happens—”
“Fuck that, you’re proposing to me.” I nearly crush the tiny box in my hands.
“No I’m not!”
“Go ahead. Propose to me.” He stands, folding his arms over his expansive chest. “Dazzle me.”
“Fuck you. Now I don’t want to. In fact, I’m breaking up with you.”
“I own your ass, be serious.” He keeps staring down at me. “Come on, beg me to be your husband. Go on.”
