Page 44 of Convict's Game
“Open my jeans, Mila.”
I held my breath but did it.
“Take them off me. In my chains, I can’t touch you, so you lead the show. This is on your timetable. My words are just there to guide you.”
I needed those words. They gave me the confidence to do what my body craved.
Convict shifted to help me, and I stripped him of all but his boxer shorts, discarding his clothes to the floor. Another first. I’d never done that to a man before in my life. His thick thigh muscles clenched when I touched a tattoo of a skull on his calf.
“Sit astride my legs. See how much harder I’ll get for you.”
I’d half forgotten that I was meant to be testing him.
“I’m naked under this shirt.”
“As if that fact could leave my brain. I’m craving your skin on mine.”
Carefully, I manoeuvred onto his thighs, my breathing coming faster at the contact of our bodies. Convict’s lips curved into a wicked grin, and he lifted his knees so I slid onto his lap. I gasped. His dick was right underneath me, and the pulse of it hit between my legs.
Need flooded my system, my insides readying for sex and my body yearning for this to go further.
I braced myself on his chest. “No fair.”
“I never said I’d play fair. In fact, count this as a lesson. If you say yes to me, I’ll do everything to keep you. I’ll push every limit you have. You like my dark side. You want more.”
He bucked against me. I moaned without meaning to, and he made a similar sound of desire.
“Put me inside you.”
“No!”
“The problem is, beautiful, that we started something in the basement that we haven’t finished. You’re going to have to see it through or we’ll both go insane.”
At my hesitation, he bucked again. “Ride me, woman. Or just use me as a tool and make yourself come. Finish what we started, and I promise you’ll feel good. And you’ll only want more.”
Damn his mouth. I rose up on my knees, putting space between our bodies. But all other thinking had left the room. Maybe it was the low light, or the sex noises still coming through the walls, but I made a choice.
Climbing off him, I settled back on the bed and switched my gaze to his face.
Convict’s desperation bled into his features.
“Just once, and we’re not having sex,” I breathed.
“Whatever you say. Use me.”
I tugged down his shorts, revealing his hefty and very hard erection. I should’ve been terrified, but the shaking in my hands was purely from need.
I climbed back on, keeping clear of his dick and a little in love with his tight muscles and desperate restraint, his biceps taut either side of his face with his arms stretched. “I’ve never done this.”
“Good. It’s new for me, too. Tease me. Press your pussy down on me. Make yourself feel good. If the ache in you is anything like mine, you’re dying for this.”
I inched forward until I made the contact I craved. His ultrahard dick notched to my entrance, overeager, but I shifted so I was against his shaft. Instant relief overwhelmed me. I’d been so tightly wound up.
Convict made a strangled sound of pleasure. “You’re so wet. Grind on me.”
With my hands to his chest, I rolled my hips, sliding along his length. God, that felt incredible, especially when the head of him nudged my clit. I repeated it, then again, trying another angle.
Deep pleasure broke over me. He’d been right. I needed this so badly, it was almost painful. I focused on my pace, going slower then fast. It built me up higher, generating power until I panted.
