Page 141 of Make the Play

“Three outta ten,” I mutter, voice raspy. “You’ve really gone downhill since the tent.”

Chase’s head lifts slowly. His hair’s a mess, chest rising and falling as if he just skated an overtime shift. He slowly slips out and crashes down beside me, discarding the condom.

“Oh, yeah? That a review or a cry for help?”

I smirk. “Both. Dual-purpose.”

“Dual-purpose, huh?” His voice drops. “Guess I better make it a hat trick and fuck the attitude out of you, then.”

“Hmm, I dunno.” I trail a nail slowly down his chest. “You look kinda tired.”

“Tired?” he repeats, mock offended. “You’re the one who collapsed under me like a Victorian heroine.”

“I was being dramatic.”

“You were begging for it.”

“I wasacting.”

He leans in, lips brushing mine. “You gonna act like that when you’re coming on my cock again?”

My smile is slow as I arch a brow and tilt my chin in challenge. I’m more than ready to push his buttons.

“You gonna be a good boy and crawl to me this time?”

His low chuckle curls around my spine as he shakes his head.

“Nah,” he murmurs. “Youcrawl.”

Every part of me lights up as I watch him move to recline against the headboard, his legs splayed wide, fist wrapped around his cock and eyes locked on mine, waiting. A silent challenge. A dare.

I rise to my knees and smirk at the way he’s watching me. Then as slowly as I can, I crawl across the mattress, my eyes never leaving his as I sway my hips.

His jaw flexes and chest heaves as he watches, barely keeping it together.

I reach him, straddle his legs, and slide my arms around his shoulders, feeling the tremble under his skin.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, brushing hair off my cheek. “You’re gonna kill me.”

I hum, lips ghosting over his jaw. “You started it.”

He doesn’t reply, just moves. One second I’m in his lap, the next I’m flat on my back, wrists pinned above my head, his weight pressing me into the mattress.

“You really wanna play, Zo?” His mouth drags down my throat. “Alright. Let’s play.”

Kissing down my body, his mouth finds my piercing and he sucks on it, hard.

I jolt. “Chase—”

“Yeah,” he mutters, licking over the metal. “That’s the sound I wanted.”

He pulls back, lips slick. “Condom,” he grits, grabbing a new one from the nightstand.

He tears it open, rolls it on, then grips my thighs and drags me to the edge of the bed.My legs spread wide as he lifts them, hooking one over each shoulder until I’m completely exposed.

“Fuck, Zoe.” His eyes are molten as lines himself up. “You should see how good you look like this.”

“You love it,” I pant.

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