Page 57 of UnWholly Angels
Leaning down, my lips hovered over the ear that wasn’t covered by the earpiece, making sure to fan my warm breath across his neck as I spoke.
“Can’t you play a different game?” I whispered so low his friends wouldn’t hear. Goosebumps rose on his skin, the little hairs standing up along the area, but he didn’t move, too focused. A small smirk rose to his face, and he was already challenging me to make a feeble attempt. If that was how he wanted to play, I’d bite, but he better just sit and take it then.
His head rested against my abdomen as I pressed my body against the back of the couch, worried at how I was flying without so much as a plan, just completely winging it. “Or better yet,” My tongue slid between my parted lips, and I chuckled lowly. “You should take some pointers from the tutorial section of the game.” My fingers trailed along his shoulders and through his hair. Lightly, I ran my fingers along his scalp, giving soft little scratches every so often. “Your turnover rate in the offensive zone sucks.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he spat, and I could hear the others’ confusion as they tried to figure out who he was talking to.
Maya: One. Riley: Zero.
While he still faced the screen, engrossed in the game, I could tell that last comment got under his skin. The heat radiated off his body, and his jaw ticked. I continued, trailing my fingers around his bare chest, scratching my nail along Riley’s collarbone.
I trailed my tongue along his neck before taking the skin in between my teeth and sucking it into my mouth. A low groan settled in his chest, and I could hear just the slightest hitch in his voice as he spoke to the guys. One of them had scored, and I was only trying to help him celebrate. I sucked and licked my way up to his ear, smiling each time his body shuddered under my lips. “How many pucks do you think would fit, Riley?” I asked, licking from the base of his neck to the sensitive spot just under his ear. Every jaw muscle flexed against my tongue as I moved, smiling that I had him right where I wanted him.
The air was thick with tension, and after waiting a solid couple of minutes, I took it upon myself to reach for his headset.
“Fuck, don’t do anything stupid,” he warned, but I wouldn’t listen. Maybe this would give me the exact leverage needed and the punishment I wanted. The headset rested firmly on my head, and it took a moment to fiddle with the mic, getting exactly the way it was supposed to be. Not only would everyone know what happened, but they had a front row seat to hear how their beloved captain would break underneath me.
I bit down on the shell of his ear, and finally, he let out a needy groan. “Is this a private chat,” I asked the others. “I wanna play too.”
“Hell yeah, it is.” This voice seemed familiar, but deeper and more raspy. He sounded like someone punched him in the gut a few times.
“Whatever you’re about to do, Maya, I’d be very careful and think about your life choices.” The warning tone in Nick’s voice wouldn’t shy me away.
“She doesn't need to think about anything. Show me what you got.” That voice was definitely familiar, but it took a moment before I remembered it from the night in the locker room. It was Ethan. I think Riley called him, and a sinister smile crept along my flushed cheeks.
“Maya,” Riley warned once more, trying to grab at the headset. One last time, I laughed before licking at his salty skin, and it only caused him to groan louder. His body was starting to glisten with sweat, and I licked my lips as I ran my hand over his chest.
Looking between the controller and the distance I would need to walk around to face him, I made a split-second decision and hopped over the back of the couch to the other side.
“How much did you see in the locker room, Ethan?” I asked, readjusting the mic.
“Freckles, you really wanna do this?” Riley asked, amusement and mischief dancing along his eyes.
“I heard enough, would’ve stayed too if either of you would have asked,” Ethan replied.
“Dude?” Nick belted out with a laugh.
“Do you want to hear him again? How he moans for me,” I teased to my now silent audience. “I promise that he’s not as heartless as he claims to be. His moans are so beautiful, aren't they?”
“I like this game, keep going,” Ethan replied. I had imagined by now even Nick had his hand palming at a growing erection.
Kneeling, I used pushed his legs apart and brushed my hand over the bulge in his briefs. “I really like when you wear this material, you know,” I smiled. “Keep playing.”
Riley’s lips formed a thin line, eyes locked on mine, only leaving when a message to ‘get back in the game’ popped up behind me.
My fingers dipped below his waistband, pulling them down just enough to allow his cock freedom as it sprang from his underwear. “Do you all know he’s got my name tattooed on him? You should all do it. Show your partners how much you love them.”
Through hooded eyes, I watched as he frantically switched between watching me and playing the game, so I took the chance through distraction. Biting down onto his thigh, a slight whimper erupted from him, causing just enough pain to remind him who was in charge.
“Don’t look at me, Riley, the direction was to keep playing,” I demanded.
Every piece of him was tuned in and impatiently waiting for my touch. My favorite part about Riley was that a part of him liked the pain, and sometimes I wondered if deep down there was a submissive side to him, a side that only I could bring out. My nails lazily dragged themselves up and down his shaft, and my ears perked up as his breaths grew more ragged.
“I think he likes this gentleman.” He was warm and growing harder with each stroke. Wrapping my hand around him, I laughed, moving slowly, and a growl tore through him. I felt so fucking powerful in this moment. There was no way I could stop now.
“He’s so hard and pulsing under my hand. So needy for me.”
I couldn’t help it, gripping tighter and pumping his dick harder, faster. “Look at me,” I ordered confidently. “Do you want me to stop?”
