Page 100 of The Games We Play
And fuck me, I almost lost it.
She started slow, rubbing gentle circles into her thigh, edging toward the place I was desperate to be. Her lip caught between her teeth, eyes fluttering closed as she began to stroke herself.
“Fuck, Pen,” I moaned, grabbing myself again and adjusting against the painful pressure in my jeans. I wasn’t going to last. Watching her touch herself like this? It was the most erotic thing I’d seen.
She moaned softly, adding another finger as she picked up speed. Her free hand found her breast again, rolling the soft peak between her fingers. My mind flashed with images of my tongue tracing that same path, of my hands spreading her open and tasting her until she begged for more.
“Faster,” I groaned, hips shifting helplessly. “You like it faster. You always have.”
She let out a breathy sound, pushing her fingers deeper. “Yes…”
She worked herself with practiced rhythm, two fingers dipping down, gathering her slickness, then circling her clit again. Her legs were spread wide, and the view was heaven and hell all at once.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I whispered hoarsely. “I can’t take my eyes off you.”
My palm rubbed against my length, stroking it with the friction of the fabric, adding a deeper sensation.
“Mac…” Her voice broke on my name, thick with need. “God, it’s so good…”
My name on her lips, said like a prayer, was the final push. I came, groaning low as release rushed through me, hot and uncontrollable, spilling into my jeans with the kind of intensity that made my body tremble.
When I finally opened my eyes, hers were on me as she bit her bottom lip, and her eyes gleamed with victory
“You like watching?” she asked.
“I love watching,” I said honestly, still breathless. “But now?”
I stood, towering over her as she sat sprawled in the chair, glowing and fucking wild. I reached out and slid my thumb along her cheek, then down to trace her jaw. “Now I want my turn.”
Without waiting for permission, I dropped to my knees again—but this time, not to worship from afar.
This time, I was going to taste her, and I wasn’t stopping until she screamed my name again.
Penny didn’t protest when I latched my mouth onto her center. Her thighs parted like an invitation, and I dove in, my tongue flicking out to taste her, savoring every drop of her arousal like it was the only thing I’d ever crave again.
She moaned, head falling back with a sharp gasp as her fingers tangled in my hair. She gripped hard, pulling me closer, practically shoving my face into her like she couldn’t get enough. I never wanted her to.
Growling low in my throat, I shook my head side to side, devouring her like a man who hadn’t eaten in months. I licked, sucked, gave her clit every ounce of attention it deserved before dipping lower and pushing my tongue into her tight, wet heat.
“Yes—yes,” she cried, her legs starting to tremble.
I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.
I pushed her right past that first wave of release, straight through the eye of the storm and off the edge into something deeper, wilder. Her body tried to retreat, instinctively twitching away from the intensity, but I wasn’t letting her go.
I pressed a firm hand to her lower stomach, anchoring her in place as I finished her off. And when she finally came—loud and unfiltered—I licked her clean, drinking down every last drop of her pleasure.
Penny screamed, her voice cracking, then whimpered and moaned as her entire body went boneless.
“You…” she managed between breaths, voice airy and spent.
“I know,” I murmured, sitting back and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You said I couldn’t touch. I promised I’d be a good boy… but no one makes you come like I do, Pen.”
She let out a breathless laugh.
“That is true.”
I reached down to grab her dress from the floor, then stood and offered her my hand. She slipped hers into mine without hesitation, and I helped her to her feet, steadying her when her knees wobbled.
