Page 49 of Play the Game
That maybe this was inside us all this time.
It’s a hell of a thing, and I don’t have time to parse it now because Cooper tears his mouth away from mine, one hand dropping down to snake around my waist, yanking me closer to him. His hard cock presses against my stomach as his lips trace across my jaw, licking, sucking, kissing a path down my neck, and I rock against him, trying to ease the unbearable ache between my legs.
“Fuck, Rhodes,” he mutters, flicking his tongue over my pulse point, drawing a gasp from me, my head tilting to the side to give him more room for his delicious torture. “Want you. Want my mouth on every damn inch of you.”
Cooper slides one of his legs between mine, lips dragging back up my neck as he tightens his arm around my waist, rocking me over his leg in a way that has electricity shooting up my spine, a moan tearing from my throat.
“Cooper…” I gasp, rocking my hips again, grinding shamelessly down over his leg.
Cooper brings his mouth back to mine in a searing kiss before he pulls back, his blown-out pupils meeting mine in the dim light. “You are so beautiful, taking what you need from me, Ev. But I don’t want you to have to take anything. I want to give you everything.”
In a flash, Cooper drops to his knees on the marble floor of the elevator, his eyes never leaving mine as he smooths his handsup my calves, over my knees, and under my skirt, his fingers skimming my thighs.
“What are you doing?” I manage, gripping the bar on the elevator wall for dear life.
Cooper smirks at me, skimming his fingers farther up my thighs, thumbs running over the crease where my leg meets my body as tingles race up my spine. “I figured a woman as smart as you would know exactly what I’m doing. When I said I want my mouth on every damn inch of you, I meant literally everywhere. Unless you tell me not to, I’m going to push this skirt up and lick the pussy I already know is wet for me. Suck on your clit until you’re pulling my hair and you forget the wordhateeven exists.”
His thumbs slip just underneath my underwear, and I guess I could be embarrassed that there’s no way he can’t feel how wet I am, but then Cooper leans forward, running his nose up the front of my skirt, and the wordembarrassedflees my brain, because holy hot. “The elevator could start again at any time,” I manage, my head falling back against the wall.
Moving his thumbs closer to where I’m dying for him, Cooper toys with me, and I bite back a whine because Jesus, I am not a girl who whines. Except maybe when Cooper’s thumbs are centimeters from my clit, that’s exactly what I am.
“It sure could. But if I remember correctly, the idea of getting caught turns you the fuck on. I can feel how wet you are, Rhodes. I can smell how turned on you are. I can’t wait to taste you. Please let me taste you.”
Cooper looks up at me, waiting, once again letting me make the decision. Telling me without words that it’s my choice. Always my choice. As if there is more than one. “I like it when you beg.”
He gives me a wicked grin as he slides a single finger over me. “You deserve someone who begs for you. It’s my fucking pleasure, and it’s about to be yours too.”
My stomach swoops and lust curls in my belly because I didn’t realize men like this existed outside romance novels andmy own fanfics. There’s a nonzero chance this entire thing is some kind of pregnancy-induced fever dream, and if it is, I’m taking full advantage of it. “If I remember correctly, you’re really, really good with your hands. You think you could be better with your tongue?”
Grinning at me, Cooper pushes my skirt straight up to my waist and tangles his hand in the waistband of my underwear. “Oh Rhodes, you can count on it.” With a single tug, he tears the fabric straight off my body and lifts my left leg onto his shoulder. My mouth drops open, and his smirk gets wider. “Better hold on tight, Ev. I’m starving.”
“Oh my god,” I choke out as Cooper leans in and licks straight up my slit, swirling his tongue around my clit then scraping it with his teeth. My hips fly forward so fast that if he wasn’t holding my waist, I would probably topple right over. I bring a hand to his head, gripping his hair, and he chuckles against me, sucking my clit straight into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue over and over again until my vision practically blurs from the pleasure.
Nothing about the way Cooper eats me is soft or sweet. He devours me, shoving his tongue inside and then licking me, his grunts and moans making it obvious how much he’s enjoying this, and with every drag of his tongue over my clit, he winds me up higher.
“You look good on your knees for me,” I snark, tangling my hand tighter in his hair and tugging, remembering how much he liked when I did that. I’m rewarded with a growl, as Cooper slides a hand around, gripping my ass and pressing me tighter against him.
“I’ll get down on my knees for you anytime, Rhodes. Just say the word. Your pussy is a fucking dream. I want you coming all over my face, dripping down my chin.”
Taking the hand from my waist, he sinks two fingers into me, and I suck in a breath at the feeling of being filled up. It’s too much and not enough all at the same time, and when Cooperlooks up at me, his face wet with my arousal, the elevator turns into an inferno. “Show me I’m not the only one slowly going insane here. That I’m not the only one doing the wanting. Because I want you so, so badly. Come all over my hand. All over my face. Mark me, Ev.”
Cooper latches back onto my clit and shoves his fingers so deep inside me that I have to slap a hand over my mouth to muffle the scream that tears from my throat. My heel digs into his shoulder, hips rolling in time with the strokes of his tongue, the slide of his fingers in and out of me. My heart thrashes in my chest, and the breaths saw in and out of my lungs as my entire body clenches, tightening almost painfully, pressure building until Cooper curls his fingers and sucks so hard pleasure races up my spine, then down my limbs as I come apart, moaning up at the elevator ceiling.
“Fuck yes, give it to me, Rhodes.” Cooper grunts, sticking with me as my hips roll frantically, riding out my orgasm until I’m a gasping, sweaty mess, collapsing back against the elevator wall, eyes closed, chest heaving. When I open my eyes, Cooper is smirking up at me again, one eyebrow raised as if to sayI told you so.
This asshole.
“Stand up.”
“Excuse me?” he asks.
This time, it’s my turn to raise an eyebrow. “I think you heard me. I said stand the fuck up.”
Cooper grins, sliding my leg off his shoulder and pushing to his feet, but he doesn’t have a chance to say anything before I spin us, shoving him against the wall and dropping to my knees, skirt still hiked up around my waist.
“Fucking shit,” he mumbles as I unbuckle his belt and flick open the button on his pants, yanking them down, along with his boxers. His cock springs out, precum already beading at the tip. He may have already been inside me, but I never really got to see him, and hot damn. Is it possible for a cock to be pretty?Because Cooper Wyles has one gorgeous cock. I trail a finger along the underside, and when Cooper sucks in a breath, it’s my turn to smirk, mimicking his words from before. “Better hold on tight, Coop. I’m starving.”
“Fuuuuuck,” he says with a groan as I take him into my mouth and straight down my throat. The competitive part of me wants to make him come, hard and fast. Wants to be the best he’s ever had. But there’s a deeper, darker part of me that relishes being on my knees for him. Having him at my mercy this way.
