Page 29 of Delay of Game

“What would make it better?” he inquires, flicking his tongue against one of my sensitive nipples.

“Fuck, I don’t know,” I say, chuckling and throwing an arm over my eyes.

Jordan doesn’t let me get away without an answer though. “Tell me, how do you like it?”

My cheeks burn at the fact that I’ve never explored much in bed—I usually just press the vibrator to my clit and imagine Jordan’s mouth on me and that does the trick. But now he’s asking me what I like, and the reality is, I don’t know.

One gentle hand grasps my arm and pries it off my eyes. Jordan’s brown eyes are soft and a tad concerned. “Everything okay?” he whispers, leaning in and kissing my cheek. His other hand stops pumping the toy inside me and I let out a small whimper. I don’t want him to stop.

“I just—” I say, closing my eyes tight against my own frustration. “I don’t have a ton of experience, so I’m not sure what to say. I don’t know how to tell you to make me feel good.”

When I open my eyes again, I find Jordan staring at me, lips parted. The freckles on his cheeks stand out in the low light of the room, and I run my thumbs over them. He kisses me then, a slow kiss that promises to lead to more.

“How about I do my best to make you feel good, and if there’s something you don’t like, you just tell me?” he asks, some of his earlier confidence dissipating. I can’t imagine anything not feeling good when he’s involved. He’s all I see. He’s all I want.

I nod, taking his plump bottom lip between my teeth and pulling until he follows, pressing his cock into my thigh and returning one of his hands to the vibrator, pumping in and out until he’s got me panting under him.

“J, I’m close,” I say, fisting the sheets as he trails kisses down my body, returning his mouth to my clit. One hand holds me down as the other turns the vibrator to a higher setting, fucking me slowly. And when he sucks on my clit again, I scream out his name, my legs shaking, the tight feeling building and building until my vision turns spotty and my thighs clench around Jordan’s head.

“Fuck, that was so hot,” he says, pulling the toy out and continuing to leave slow, languid kisses to my sensitive cunt.

“J, if you keep doing that, I won’t be able to take you. It’ll be too much.”

He chuckles against me. “I better hurry then.” Stepping back to the nightstand, he grabs a condom and rolls it onto his thick length. I lean up on my elbows and admire all six feet, two inches of him in his naked glory. I can’t believe this is really happening.Finally.

When he returns to the bed, I sit up and guide him to lay down against the mountain of plush pillows. He lets me roam his body with my hands, feeling every muscle, every inch of light brown skin, until I reach his cock, gripping the base and guiding it to my entrance.

Jordan’s hands grip my waist as he oh-so-slowly presses into me. It takes me a moment to adjust to his thickness, but he kisses me through it, kneading my flesh, squeezing my ass and telling me what a good girl I am. How well I’m taking his cock.

My eyes roll back in my head and I finally, blessedly, sink all the way down. Jordan’s fingers tighten their hold on me, and I moan into his kiss. “Fuck, you feel so good,” I mumble, nipping at his jaw and circling my hips.

“I might not last long, you’re so damn tight,” he gasps, burying his face in my chest and tentatively snapping his hips up. I throw my head back in pleasure and lift up so that his tip is the only part that’s inside me. Then I slam back down, enjoying the sound of slapping skin and Jordan’s groans.

I do it again and again, until Jordan’s had enough. His palm comes down on my ass cheek in a loud slap and I let out the most embarrassing loud moan. He smacks my other cheek and takes control, pinning me to his chest and fucking me hard enough that I bite his shoulder.

His hips stutter and I pick up the pace, fucking him through his orgasm, my lips finding his again. And when he reaches between us and presses his thumb to my clit, I come undone once more.

CHAPTER 10

Three Years Ago – All Star Break

Jordan

The snow finally stops.It takes us two hours to clear the large driveway and pack up the truck, and my body happily accepts the workout I get from shoveling the snow. The sun is out and after being stuck inside the cabin for two days, the light is blinding.

Alice is bundled up in her thermal sweater and snow pants, the pink overalls making her look adorable. Her dark blond hair falls in two perfect French braids and she sports a blue headband to keep her ears warm. Our eyes connect as she looks around, backing us out of the driveway, and for a moment my heart stutters. She’s so effortlessly beautiful.

Her lips have a tint of red to them, and I can’t tell if it’s from the cold or if she put some Chapstick on. I’m dying to press my mouth to hers and find out if she tastes like her favorite cherry lip balm.

After what felt like the best orgasm of my fucking life last night, we took a quick shower and cuddled in her bed until we both fell asleep. I knew if I let myself get this close to her, I wouldn’t be able to stop these feelings from flooding in. And I was right.

All morning, I couldn’t stop touching her as we got dressed and ready for the day. Couldn’t stop kissing her between bites of breakfast and sips of coffee. Even now, I want her to pull over so I can drag her to my lap and kiss her, touch her, hold her. Anything.

Instead, I keep my hands firmly clasped in my lap, trying not to distract her from driving us to the ski resort.

“Excited to finally do what we came here to do?” Alice asks with a smile.

“I’m not complaining about our other activities,” I say with a grin. Alice blushes and bites the corner of her lip, and I watch with rapt attention, wishing that was my teeth digging into her plump red lip.

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