Page 14 of Stick Games
I ride out the waves, nothing existing in my world but the pleasure Gabe is giving me. It’s every bit as good as I knew it would be, and the problem is, I want more. Then again, is it a problem? We have the whole day to play, and hopefully by nightfall when everyone returns for birthday cake, I’ll have this man out of my system once and for all.
“Let’s take this inside,” he grunts out, his voice thick with desire. I moan as he pulls his fingers from my sex, and fixes my bottoms around my hips. “There are parts of you I need to explore, and the only eyes I want on your sweet body are mine.”
There’s just something about his possessiveness, his protectiveness, that blankets me in warmth and has me craving so much more from this man. He turns me to face him, his big hands on my shoulders, and I gasp at the heat and need in his eyes, but there’s something else there, something sweet, and caring and it wraps around my heart and squeezes. Careful, Emilia, this is just sex. To remind myself of that, I reach out and press my hand over his impressive erection, and he throws his head back and groans.
“Fuck, Millie.”
Honestly I love the way he says my name. “Is that what you need, Gigi?”
A growl rumbles from the depth of his throat. “Yes.”
Toying with him, like I might have an ounce of control, I run my finger over his chest, following a bead of water. “What was that you said about taking what you want?”
He goes perfectly still, everything about him wild, feral as his gaze locks on mine, and for the briefest of seconds, fear mixed with excitement goes through me.
This man is going to ruin me, and I’m going to let him.
“What I want first, my sweet little Millie, is to take these bottoms from your hips and bury my face between your legs.” He grips my hair and tugs until my mouth is open, poised for his. “Tell me you want my tongue right here.” He slides his other hand between my legs, and brushes my still quivering pussy.
“I want your tongue on my pussy,” I straight up admit.
With that he scoops me up, and with determined strides carries me to my lounge chair. He doesn’t set me down, instead he snatches up my bag and his feet punch the sand beneath his feet as he carries me to his room.
Using his wristband to unlock the door, he carries me inside. The sound of the lock clicking behind him sends shivers skittering down my spine. The second my feet hit the floor, I begin to back up, feeling like prey ready to be taken down by its predator.
He glances toward the bathroom, an almost apologetic look on his face. “I’m salty and sweaty.”
I crook my finger as I back up, stopping when my legs hit the bed. “That’s exactly how I like my men.”
His gaze slowly rolls down my body, and his breathing is labored, intense. “You’re exactly how I like my women.”
I don’t have time to consider that longer, not when he’s taking too big steps toward me. He stops inches away, his big body is hovering over mine, as his predatory presence sucks the air from my lungs. “Take your top off. I need to see these before I lay you out on that bed and have my way with you.” He lightly runs his fingers over my aching nipples. I reach behind my back and untie the bikini strings, and his groan of approval prompts me into action. Instead of sprawling on the bed, I drop to my knees.
“Millie,” he breathes out heavily as I tug on his bathing shorts and free his gorgeous cock.
“Tell me what to do, Gabe.” I open my mouth, and run my tongue over my bottom lip. He reaches down and takes his cock into his hand, giving it a long hard stroke. “This ‘yes’ day is in your hands.” I grin at that as he tugs harder. “I have to do whatever you ask, so I’m going to need you to ask.”
He groans, and taps his cock against the nook in my upper lip. “Put my cock in your mouth, babe.” I grin up at him, and when I glance back down, and note the pre-cum pooling on his slit, I blink innocently.
“Is there anything you want me to do with that?”
“Fuck, Millie.” His fingers circle my head and he pulls me toward his cock. “Lick me, babe. Lick me clean and suck me like I’ve been fucking fantasizing about for far too long now.”
What the heck?
He’s been fantasizing about me?
6
Gabe
I hold my dick in my hand and she sticks her tongue out, placing it under my crown, ready to catch the drips and I nearly shoot my load off. How is this happening? I’ve wanted her for so long now, dreamt about having her naked, that I’m suddenly not sure I’m in my bed alone, fantasizing in my sleep.
“Millie.” My cock twitches and my heart is racing so damn hard, it’s pounding in my ears. My cum drips onto the tip of her tongue—the most erotic fucking thing I’ve ever seen—and she pulls it into her mouth to savor it.
“Mmm.” Her moans of pleasure fuck me over and I’m about to bend her over the bed and drive my cock into her. I resist the urge, because there are so many other things I need to do to her and I don’t want this to be over before we even get started. It’s still early in the day, and we have so, so much exploring to do.
“Take me into your mouth,” I command in a soft voice, and her body quakes. Who knew that my sweet Millie, the girl who shouts demands at me on the ice, who is always in full control, wants me to tell her what to do, wants to play a game where she has to say yes? I fucking love it, and dammit, I want to make this everything she’s ever wanted or needed.
