Page 12 of Game Change

My arms wrap around her, and I thrust inside of her, fully ensconcing myself. “You can take it,” I say. “That pussy was made for me.”

She shuts me up with a kiss, and it’s deep and wet and sloppy. We soon find our rhythm as she grinds on top of me. My thrusts match hers, and I slide my hand down the curvature of her spine. She throws her head back and says my name while we both grind. I close my eyes, hold her closer, and will myself not to come already. Despite the barrier between us, I don’t remember feeling this euphoric while fucking another human being. But this is more than just fucking. This is magic. This is a game-changing moment.

She rides me faster. I match her strokes, and I know I won’t be able to stop myself from coming. I don’t need to try either because she throws her head back and screams out my name. I wrap my arms tightly around her and hold her against my body. I close my eyes and come. If I could talk, I’d scream her name, but all I can do is hold her through her orgasm as she shudders and convulses in my arms.

“That’s right, baby,” I whisper when I regain my ability to speak. “Let it go,” I say when she shudders again. I caress her sweaty back and plant kisses on her shoulder.

We stay like that until I soften and slide out of her. She rolls off my body and lies on her back while trying to regain her breath. I pull the condom off, tie it, and toss it to the floor before I fall back on the bed and pull her close to me.

I kiss her forehead, and she giggles. “That was nice,” she says. “I really needed that.”

I let out a laugh. “Me too.” We roll to our sides and intertwine our legs. Her hands go around me, and I pull her close to kiss her.

“Spend the night,” I say, and she nods. “Because I want to do that again.”

Chapter 7

Brynne

Despite being up until well past four in the morning, I’ve never felt so refreshed. It’s only eight now, and I’m wearing one of his t-shirts while he stands over the espresso machine. I’m behind him with my arms wrapped around his bare torso. He’s practically half a foot taller than me, so I get on my tippy toes and kiss the patch of freckles on his shoulder.

“I can go home, shower, and change,” I offer again.

I offered to do this an hour ago when we woke up, but instead of doing that, he grabbed a condom for the fourth time and put it on. He got on top of me, threw one of my legs over his shoulder, and slid into me. All thoughts of going home left my mind, and I closed my eyes while he fucked me to orgasm. I made zero effort to be quiet so as to not wake his friends. After a few more days, I’ll never see them again, so I let go of all inhibitions and acted like a slut.

“No. You look perfect in my shirt.”

“I’m surprised you own shirts,” I say with a laugh. “Several of them, from what I saw.

“I own dozens of them,” he confesses. “I’ll have to show you my collection when we return to reality.”

“You don’t even know where I live. We might be on opposite coasts.”

“There’s a thing called airplanes. Another thing called a car, but I’m going to bet we don’t live far. We both live on the East Coast.”

I tighten my arms around him and imagine what it would be like if we spent every weekend like this, but that’s not what this is. This is a temporary tryst, but he feels so good that I move my hands south and slide them inside his boxers. He’s hard.

He turns, cups my cheeks, and kisses me. The espresso machine whistles, and he leaves me long enough to pour two mugs.

I take a sip.

“Mmhmm,” I moan. “This is the best cappuccino I’ve ever had.”

“Best cappuccino and sex of your life. My ego can’t take any more of this.” He puts his mug down and does the same with mine. He cups my face again and gently kisses my lips, chin, and neck. He then lifts me like I’m weightless, and when I wrap my legs around him, his hand lands on my bare ass.

“Tonight, I’m going to bite that,” he says against my mouth, right before he kisses me deeply.

“Tonight?” I ask, breathless from the kiss.

“Mmhmm. I want to spend every moment with you while we’re here.”

“But my friends,” I say. “I’m not abandoning them.”

“You don’t have to. We’ll all hang out together. We’ll have fun. I promise.” He smothers my words with another deep kiss before I tell him I’ll have to talk to Raven and Amira about that first. I don’t think they’ll object, but I won’t hijack our vacation just because I met a man. Knowing my friends, though, they’ll be all for me. I'll be having this tryst for the next couple of days.

We kiss until I hear footsteps, and Colin quickly puts me down and stands in front of me. His T-shirt is long, but I don’t have any panties on. Brody comes down with his dark hair a mess. He has big glasses and is in only a pair of basketball shorts. He stops short when he sees us.

“Good morning,” he says. “I could have used your help last night,” he says to Colin. “Malcolm and Ian almost came to blows. I’m about sick of those two. Malcolm should have stayed home if he has such a fucking problem.” He goes to the coffee maker and puts in a K-cup before shoving a mug underneath.

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