Page 88 of These Wicked Games
He looks down, swallowing, before leaning in and kissing my neck, and my fingers clutch his damp hair, holding him to me. Reaching under our bodies, he grabs his cock, slapping between my cheeks with it as his other hand slips under the water, smoothing over my hole. “Are you tired?”
“No.” He blinks at me flatly. “I’m fine,” I say.
Lifting up a bit, I notch his cock to my hole. “Wait,” he says, and gently moves me off him. I want to argue, but I don’t know what he has planned. “Go to that side. Turn around, ass up.” I move to the other side of the hot tub and rest against the small deck, mybottom half floating in the warm water. I look behind me, watching Oli swim over to me. “Spread your legs.” I shiver, listening as he holds me in his hands and spreads my thighs wider. Oli leans in, laving my hole. He kisses—sucking, and licking—thrusting that wicked muscle inside me.
My arms start to shake.
Finally he lets up, sucking each of my balls into his mouth and pushing me more onto the deck. My knees hit the seat inside the hot tub, giving him better access, and time melts away with each indulgent stroke of his tongue. A finger slips in, and my arms shake as I hold myself up while he stretches me open. With two fingers buried in my ass, he presses slow kisses up my spine until he nips at my neck. “One of these days I’ll let you fuck me.” I jolt, looking behind at him. That surprises me. “I don’t want to do it yet, but soon, okay?”
“You don’t have to. It’s okay. It’s not for everyone.”
“Oh, I’m not worried about it. I just don’t want to make you feel bad when you see how much better I am at bottoming than you are.”
“Dick.” I laugh, pushing his head away from my ass and guiding him back to his side of the tub. He sits on the built-in seat. I lift up, grabbing him behind me and notching his cock to my softened hole. He holds his cock steady, allowing me to wrap my arms around him as I impale myself on his length. “Holy shit, baby.”
“Mm,” Oli groans as I slide down carefully. “I love when you call me that,” he purrs, kissing my neck. I’m finally seated and need a breath. “So good,zayka.”
My grip tightens in his hair as I begin to bounce. “I wish my mother had taught me Spanish, that way I could come up with a secret name to call you. Maybe I’ll look one up.”
“I can just google the meaning,” he chuckles. “I’m surprised you haven’t.” His mouth cuts off whatever I’m about to say, and I squeeze him tight, rolling my hips on him. “Are you alright? You’re not hurt?”
“Oli, I’ve taken men bigger than you. I’m fine.”
The tease does just want I want it to as he pulls back, furious. “You know, sometimes I think I’m starting to like you, then you open your mouth.” I laugh, but it’s cut off as he grabs my thighs and punches his hips up hard. Fuck! My nails dig into his shoulders. Oli’s rough rhythm shuts off all my smartass comments. Every time he thrusts into me he knocks that spot, and my skin starts to crackle with the electricity of my orgasm. I’m lost to sensation. I claw at his hair as he fucks himself deeper inside me.
“You love it when I open my mouth.” I groan against his ear, fisting his hair as he fucks me.
“I love when my cock is stuffed so deep inside it you can’t speak,” he growls. He fucks me slowly, and all I can do is hold on and submit myself to the wicked way he uses my body. My face buries in his neck. Chlorine clings to his skin, but I can faintly smell that sweet musky scent I now associate him with.
He holds me steady, bringing me to the edge, and when I come I nearly confess something lethal. Something that may end this. Something that could scare him away. It’s on the tip of my tongue, though, and while I’m trying to shut the thought out of my mind, it’s still there hours later when we clean up and I find myself lying in his bed, wrapped up in his clothes, arms, and scent.
I think I’m falling in love with him.
No, that’s not right. I am.
I am in love with him.
twenty-six
Oli
“This is stupid.” I don’t even feel like unpacking. While I normally wouldn’t mind rooming with Atlas, this all seems a little pointless now. It’s like putting on Kevlar after you’ve been shot. Damage is done, ya know? We’re playing the Vipers tomorrow night, and I’d like to be with Andre. I want to know where his head is at.
Or where the fuck Tripp slithered off to.
We still haven’t really talked about what happened that night Andre left—he keeps deflecting—but he needs to talk to someone, even if it’s not me. Part of me wonders if he’ll be at the game tonight. Then I wonder if I’ll be able to control the urge to rip his tongue out through his belly button. I might.
After Andre told me what happened, it’s like everything I’d ever questioned played on loop. The bruises he used to wear. The wayhe’d go quiet when his father was around. Now, even when his father surprised us in the locker room, I’d felt something was off. Andre had tried not to make eye contact with him. I felt it then.“I escaped.”I want to know what happened the night he left for good. Since everything came out, he’s stayed with me at my house, and I love keeping him there with me inside our bubble.
Atlas laughs, sitting on the other bed and giving it a bounce. “You both got along a little too well for Coach’s liking. Don’t know why he’s keeping you apart now.”
“It’s dumb. I hate this.”
“Gee thanks, Oli. I love you too.”
“You know what I mean. I just want to see if he’s okay.”
“Why? Because we’re playing his old team? I think he’ll be fine.” I keep my mouth shut because Andre’s business is his business. Jessica knows, but that’s it. It makes sense now why she signed Andre. As pissed as I was then, I’m so grateful for her now. Even more than I already was.
