Page 60 of These Wicked Games
Slowly I grab one of his hands, and his gaze snaps to me in a glare, not knowing what I’m doing. I move him, though, so I can slide in between his hands that are bracing the fence. In between his arms. My back presses against the wooden fence, but I refuse to look behind and notice the drop below. “Now’s your chance,” I whisper, leaning in and kissing the side of his mouth.
“Chance for what?” he whispers back, that deep voice a husky growl that sets my blood on fire.
“The chance for you to push me off this cliff. No one will know.”
He stares for a moment, then breaks out into a soft laugh, shaking his head and pressing his forehead to my shoulder. When he pulls back, those ocean eyes land on me. “You know, my urge to strangle you is slowly fading away more each day.”
“Well, don’t get too crazy. I still like it when you choke me a little.”
Heat flares in his eyes. “I think you like it more than a little.”
How can I tell this man I like everything he does to me, and more importantly, the way it all makes me feel? Oli makes me feel important—at least, important to him. It’s a high I’m slowly becoming addicted to.
Oli’s eyes land on my lips before slowly crawling up my face. “What’s happening between us?”
My fingers find the band of his sweats, pulling him flush to me. I’m fucking freezing, but it’s not so bad here caged between his arms.
“What should have happened a long time ago.” I lean forward, pressing my lips to his. Oli doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t let me breathe as his arms wrap around me, pulling me flush against his body. Whatever he needs right now I’ll let him take. I don’t tease him, I don’t even think I could fix my lips to comment on the slow indulgent way he’s kissing me. I open for him, letting his tongue slip into my mouth, and his fingers find their way down, slipping into the back of my sweats, grabbing my ass and pulling me close.
His hips roll, rubbing his cock against mine. It’s far too fucking cold for me to pull his pants down, but I need him. “In the car, Ol,” I breathe against his lips. Without another word he grabs my hand, tugging me toward the car with an impatience I’m coming to know and sort of love. I set him on fire, and the pride in knowingthat fills my lungs. It’s like coming home, when he’s looking at me, and I don’t have the mental capacity right now to pretend I know what that even means. I don’t want to dissect it. I want to just live in it.
Getting into the passenger seat of my SUV, I’m so happy I chose a vehicle with so much space. It’s still warm from the ride up. I slide into Oli’s lap, kissing him hard with a moan against his lips. Fire ignites when his tongue caresses mine. I can’t get enough of him. His taste, his smell. Everything is like an orgasmic hair trigger to my soul. No one has ever made me feel like this, and again, I don’t want to dissect it.
Thinking has no place here right now.
“Fuck, Dre.” Softly his lips graze my neck, biting and licking lightly so as not to leave marks. Not that I care. For the most part I’m covered in gear during our games, and the media, if they saw, would just assume some woman did it.
Why do I want them all to see?
I want them all to know who I belong to, because right now, yeah, I belong to him. Body and soul. His to do whatever he wants with. His hands dip back inside my pants, squeezing my ass, before his fingers slip between my cheeks to rub my hole.
While there is tons of room in here, there isn’t any lube. I haven’t bottomed in a bit, and Oli is a lot to take. I want him, though. “Oli, I need it.”
“No lube.” He echoes my thoughts, but fuck, I don’t even care. He makes me lust drunk and all I want is a fix. I need him right now.
“Give me your fingers.” Confused, he slips them out, and I grab his hand, bringing his fingers to my mouth and sucking them. Notbreaking eye contact, my eyes flutter closed just imagining the big man underneath me. Fuck, I wish they were his cock. Sucking off Oli is hands down my favorite hobby.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispers, those blue eyes dark as he watches me suck. “You sure?” I nod, not really giving a fuck. I want him inside me. Desperation doesn’t touch it. The way I crave him should embarrass me, but right here, feeling his thick cock under me, I don’t give a shit.
I let his fingers go with a pop before I attack him with a kiss. I roll my hips, grinding against him, drinking in the stuttered breaths and soft moans that leave him. “Back seat?”
I somehow peel my lips from his to look at my spacious back seat. “Yeah.” I climb off him, fucking aching as he gets out of the car and slides into the back. I swallow, just drinking him in. Even back then, he's always been beautiful to me. Hair that looks blond or brown depending on the light, his striking, dark blue eyes. Tattoos caress every inch of his torso. Oli is sex incarnate, and fuck, I’m going to ride him.
Looking at me, he thumbs the band of his sweats, pulling them down, and watching his thick cock slap against his stomach makes my mouth water. He gives himself a stroke. “Get over here, Dre.”
I climb through the center as Oli makes room. My back seat has plenty of leg room, and I thank god for that right now. He motions for me to turn, and fit my upper body back through the center console, facing the front. I look back, unsure of what he’s doing as he slides my sweats down, groaning at his prize.
I can’t see well—it’s hard to crane my neck to watch him—but fuck, I feel him. His fingers slide over my ass, spreading me, and when he leans forward, my knees buckle at the warm, wet heat ofhis tongue. “Oli.” I reach behind me, having no luck trying to grab his hair as he moans between my cheeks, licking, sucking, pressing kisses to my hole before his tongue enters me. I want to scream—or maybe I do, I don’t know. All common sense is fucking lost to me. I rock back, begging him to go deeper. “This is . . . you are . . .” Fuck, fuck, fuck. He spits on my hole, then pulls my cock between my legs, he gives me gentle strokes as he fucks my hole with his tongue working his spit inside me.
Lube be damned, I’m taking this man. Note to self: keep some in the glove compartment. His tongue slips out, and before I can even breathe, his thick fingers replace it. Two at once. The shock of it makes me fall forward. Leave it to Oli not to give me a warning. That isn’t his style. He’s greedy and impatient and I love every fucking second. “Hurry up.”
He laughs, sucking then biting one ass cheek, and then grips me hard, spreading me open. “So fucking greedy.” You have no fucking idea. He scissors his fingers before the evil bastard finds my prostate, stabbing hard and making me yell out. “Oh, is that the spot?” He chuckles. “Is that good,zayka?”
Fuck me. “What does that mean?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He chuckles, biting a kiss on my cheek.
“Oli, hurry. Come on.”
