Page 28 of These Wicked Games
“Danielle.” I tip my drink back, eying her, and she sips hers, smiling behind her glass. I don’t really have a type, but she’s gorgeous. Perfect. The perfect distraction. “Would you like to go somewhere more private?” Her red lips split into a wide smile.
Perfect.
“You smell so good,” I groan against her neck. Her sweet scent fucks me up in the best way. “Can I touch you?” She moans, nodding against my mouth as her lips find mine. It’s dimly lit and right now I’m not worried about much. Everyone’s here for the same thing. No one is paying us any mind. The velvet couch is comfortable. A small table with Danielle’s drink sits on it, and I push it back some, giving us room.
“Touch me,” she demands. Her hand finds my zipper, tugging at it with zero finesse. Fuck, she’s gorgeous, and insatiable, and if I could’ve cleared my head right now I would have taken her back to my hotel. I need this, though. Now.
Beyond us the club moves and sways. People dance. Some on poles wearing nothing but the shoes they’re dancing in. The low moody music is the perfect backdrop to the darkened corner we’re in. I slip my hand into her panties and she throws her head back on a moan as my fingers pass through her slickness, grazing her clit.
“So wet, baby.” She nods, glassy-eyed with want. While normally I set ground rules with my hookups, it’s clear she wants nothing more than what I’m giving her right now. Looking beyond us, I make out some dancers, and when my eyes drag upward they land on Andre, dancing on a pole with a younger man wearing nothing but some spandex shorts. It takes him a moment, but it’s as if our hatred connects us as he looks up and meets my eyes. A smirk dances on his lips.
“Condom?” she whispers in my ear. Half out of my mind, I just nod. I realize now she has me pulled out of my pants, hot and hard in her slender hand. Reaching into my pocket, I hand her the condom Ryker gave me before we came out tonight. I’m just ready to feel anything but this hatred between Andre and me.
I’m just pent up. That’s it. I need a release. She rolls it down over my shaft. I take her lips, trying so hard to ignore the asshole in front of us. It’s dark here, and I almost wonder if Andre is really looking at me—if he can actually see me or if my mind is playing tricks on me. The man behind him smooths his palms over Andre’s naked torso before dipping his hand down the front. Andre’s eyes turn molten, fluttering closed as the man behind him begins to move hishand. Andre helps him, unbuttoning his pants and pulling down the zipper.
Danielle sinks down on me, and the shock of it sends my eyes fluttering closed. “Ugh,” she whispers, biting my earlobe. “Now that’s a stretch, baby.” She purrs.Fuck!Tight and hot. Fucking perfect. She smells incredible and feels like a fucking dream.
She moans, starting to move. She feels like heaven, she feels perfect. Her hips roll on top of me as she takes me deeper with her dress bunched around her waist. I grab the plump globes of her ass and squeeze, making her moan. “God, you’re so thick.” I clutch her close in my lap, and irritation hits me as Andre’s eyes are now zeroed in on me, the man behind him kissing his neck. They’re still grinding. My eyes track down to the man’s hand inside his pants, stroking. Andre is hard. So fucking hard. I swallow, my eyes moving up his body.
I pinch my eyes closed, trying to clear my head and focus on the knockout on top of me. Looping my arm around her waist, I pick her up, still impaled on my cock, and lay her out on the table. Her dress rides up, exposing her gorgeous body. Oh yeah, if we were home, I’d have her screaming. Fuck, there’s nothing like the sounds of a woman when you’re sucking their clit. Haughty and needy. That’s how I like them, and Danielle is playing the part beautifully. We’re not at my house, though, and while I should be mindful of the crowd around us, no one is paying us any attention, dealing with their own flavor of debauchery.
Except him.
Andre’s eyes haven’t left mine from across the bar since I sat down with this woman. “I’m close.” I look down, watching her fingers rub her clit in rhythmic circles that have me hypnotized.Briefly, that is. I look up and immediately hate myself. Fuck! The guy’s on his knees, for everyone to see, sucking him off. Rage makes me burn. My skin is too hot. I pull out, sick of looking at him.
I drop onto the seat, tugging her hips closer and putting my mouth on her. Sweet oblivion consumes me—her taste is delicious. A drug I can actually indulge in. She’s drenched, wetting my beard. I suck and lick before sliding two fingers inside her perfect pussy. She cries out, her thighs tremble. I don’t let up, ignoring the heat I feel from across the club. She tenses, crying out as she climaxes against my face. Her legs tremor in my hands.Fuck yes. Tugging my head up, her dark eyes blaze, before she pushes the table away a bit, knocking her drink over. Neither of us care. She sinks to her knees under the table. She pulls off the condom, latching those pretty red lips around my cock.
My eyes are traitors, though, as they drag from her hair up to the eyes that haven’t left me since I came over here. Andre watches me, his eyes hard on mine. My fingers tangle in her hair, but I’m careful when I don’t want to be. I want to drive down her throat, choke her, make it hard for her to draw in air. It’s good, but there’s something missing. Something I can’t place. This happens all the time. The women I sleep with are stunning, but there’s always a missing part that I need, that I’ve been trying to find.
I look ahead, I can’t fucking help it, and it pisses me off. Andre watches me. I flex in her mouth, watching the scene ahead of me. Andre clutches the man’s head, coming, his plush lips in a perfect O. Then the man sucks and kisses before letting go of his spent cock. He rises, and Andre’s eyes flick to mine before he leans in, kissing this man.
He reaches inside the guy’s pants, jerking him fast, and it only takes a minute before the guy comes. He drapes himself over Andre, but Andre’s eyes are on me. I can’t look away as he takes his fingers out of the guy’s pants and sticks them between his lips, sucking them, sucking the man’s release off them. “Oh, fuck.” I come hard, and she grips my thighs, drinking all of me down. I feel dazed. My eyes dare to lift to Andre, and I think I see a smirk, before I focus back on the rising woman wiping her mouth with her thumb. “Kiss?”
I can’t think straight, pulling her close and shoving my tongue into her mouth. I just need to drown this out. Drown everything out. I almost flinch, forgetting I came into her mouth, but I don’t care, and I don’t hate it. I just need a distraction. Her lips feel good, our tongues battle for space, and holding her half-naked body against me almost makes me feel normal. Sated. “I got to say,” she whispers against my neck, dragging her plush lips up my throat. “Haven’t had a man make me come that fast and hard in forever.”
I swallow, then pull my eyes from him to her, kissing her gently. I hate the thought that comes to mind.
Yeah, me too.
eight
Oli
It’s cold out right now as we walk to the plane. I am not looking forward to this at all. I don’t love flying, and my mind is still a mess. Usually, at the start of the season I have so much energy I can barely contain it. Instead, I feel dread every single time I have a schedule. I’m glad to leave New York, happy to leave whatever the fuck happened the other night at The Charm Box.
I need it to fade. I need what happened to leave my brain and not visit any more dreams going forward. I’d found Atlas an hour later, skin flushed and a happy grin on his face, and Ryker joined us after, but something was a bit off with him. We’d decided to go back to the hotel and I thankfully crashed quickly. I don’t know what’s happening to me. Having Andre here is ruining everything.
“Not it.”
“Not it.” I hear behind me.
“Not it!”
Fuck!“Come on! I’m the captain. I should get rank!”
“You get rank when we win games,” Atlas chuckles, clapping my back. I trudge to my seat and drop down alongside Ryker who’s already fucking shaking.Christ. We haven’t even closed the doors yet. Planes are bad, but we’re taking a private plane today and these times are always worse.
“Why isn’t he drunk?” I shout to no one in particular.
