Page 77 of Game Point
‘Don’t worry, I’m comin’,’ I smirked, as I pulled at my pants, removing them completely. I slid up the mattress, turning and placing my knees either side of his face, but instead of sitting on him, I leaned forward, lowering my hips down to his mouth as I brought my own to his hard cock.
His tongue lapped at me, pleasure pushing strangled gasps from my lips. Trying to focus, I took his cock in my mouth, my hand at its base as I licked and sucked at the tip, his own groans vibrating up my centre.
When I was done teasing, I worked his length with both my mouth and fist, trying to take as much of the girth between my lips. Every few moments, Oliver pulled my attention, sucking or licking in a way that had me losing my concentration, distracted by whatever he was doing. And in turn I rewarded him, taking his length deeper.
We both moaned, teasing each other. I pulled forward, sick of waiting, needing far more.
‘Do you have a condom?’ I asked, still catching my breath.
He bit his lip sadly, shaking his head. ‘I don’t really do this kind of thing.’
‘What? Sex?’
‘No.’ His immediate denial forced a laugh from me. ‘It’s just … been a while,’ he explained.
‘Have there been others since …?’ As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them. ‘Sorry, I don’t know if I should’ve asked that,’ I apologized, trying to not ruin the mood with a stupid mention of his ex.
‘It’s fine to ask.’ He pushed up from the bed, sitting up slightly ‘There were others. I did the single thing for a little while after. Hooked up with a few other women on the circuit, but it’s been a few months since I did anything like that. I needed some time.’
I considered his words, an annoying tinge of jealousy at the mention of others. But it was a good reminder that despite everything, he was not mine after tonight.
‘I’ve always dated casually.’ It was probably an unnecessary detail, given how we met. ‘But we always wore protection, and with the regular health checks.’
‘Same here.’
‘I think …’ I trailed off as I pushed myself off the bed. I stretched up, only looking back at Oliver to see him checking out my bare ass, a cocky smirk growing across his lips. I found the box and pulled it down from the shelf.
My cheeks burned with the reminder of the embarrassment this box had caused me, but I pushed through, finding what I was looking for.
‘There’s a choice.’ I held up the first two condoms I could find, one blue and one yellow. ‘Banana or bubble-gum.’
Oliver threw his head back, his brilliant laugh filling the room. He gazed up at me, his eyes bright.
‘Does it matter?’
I shrugged, pulling out a bottle of lube, putting the box back in the cupboard. ‘Probably not.’
I threw the blue metallic square on the bedside cabinet, keeping the yellow between my fingers. Allowing myself a moment, I took in the sight of him lying on my mattress, one arm propping his head up, the other lying by his side.
God, he looked good.Athletes had always been my type, but this man was something special, his body moulded by years of training on the court, his handsome face impossible to deny. And now I was looking at him, I wasn’t sure how I’d managed to hold back from jumping his bones for so long.
‘I want to see you touch yourself,’ I softly instructed, his smile only increasing. Without question, his hand found his cock and began to pull, his eyes stuck to me the entire time.
Reaching the end of the bed, I ran my fingers up the bed frame, feeling that pull inside of me grow tighter as I watched him. He looked like some kind of god, his hand moving slowly but squeezing tight on himself, as if this was how he liked it. Slow and deep.
Climbing onto the mattress, I crawled past his calves, towards his thighs that looked like they were sculpted from marble. I kissed my way up the thick, hard muscle, his hand still tugging at himself. Still grinning, I tossed the condom to him, the foil landing flatly on his chest.
He rasped a laugh, ‘You went for the banana one?’
‘It felt apt.’ I joked, breathing deeply, waves of lust crashing into me. I needed him, wanted him. ‘Put it on.’
His smile twisted a little, that cocky demeanour rearing its head. ‘You’re rather bossy.’
I leaned forward to kiss the top of his thigh, the line of his hip. ‘Would you rather I was more submissive? A pretty little thing for you to use?’
‘I don’t think you have a submissive bone in your body.’ He gasped as my hand found his, urging it away from his cock.
‘You’d be right about that.’ I ran my tongue up his length, listening to his heavy breathing, even a moan escaping him. He was as wound up as I was.
