Page 98 of Game Misconduct
So I fall back on the physical to keep from losing all of myself this soon.
“Well, since you put it that way…”
Pushing on his shoulder—and yes, the one with the scars that he didn’t hide and I didn’t say anything about—I roll him over before sliding down his body in one fluid motion.
I drag my fingers across his chest, his abs, the sharp cut of his hips.
Dear God, the V of his hips is sexy as hell.
He watches me the whole way, propped on one elbow now, mouth parted like he’s already halfway gone.
Good.
I settle between his legs, one hand braced on his thigh, the other wrapping around him.
He’s already hard again. Already thick and hot in my palm.
I lick him once—just the head—slow and teasing.
His groan is immediate, low and broken.
“Fuck, Sloane.”
“I said I’d thank you,” I whisper, eyes locked on his. “Let me.”
And then I do.
I take him into my mouth, deep and wet, slow at first—because Iwantthis for him.
Want to worship him the way I just know in my soul he’s never been worshipped.
I want to undo him and ruin him like he ruined me.
His hips jerk, and his head falls back against the pillow. He threads a hand into my hair but doesn’t push—just holds.
Lets me take control.
Lets me give.
I hum against him, feel him throb against the back of my throat.
His hand tightens and his breath shortens.
And right when he’s on the edge, I pull off with a pop and crawl back up his body.
“You’re a fucking menace,” he growls.
I smile sweetly.
Then straddle his hips, take him in my hand, and sink down on him in one slow, slick slide.
His hands clamp hard around my hips and the delicious burn there makes my pussy clench around him. “Christ.”
I roll my hips once just to feel it. The stretch, the ache, the way he fills every inch of me like he was made for me.
His head drops back against the pillow, jaw clenched like he’s trying to keep control, but his eyes stay locked on mine.
Like he needs to see me take it.
