Page 11 of Game On
Her thighs clench, and I smirk. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes, God, yes,” she moans, her accent so damn sexy it’s all I can do not to come right then and there.
“Say it like you mean it.” I grin, rolling her onto her back and hooking one leg over my shoulders.
“Fuck me with your tongue,” she gasps, “and don’t you dare stop until I—”
Her words dissolve into a deep moan as my mouth makes contact with her slit, lapping up her sweetness as if it were my last meal on earth. Her taste—sweet and tangy—dances on my tongue as my fingers explore every inch of her slick folds. I drag my tongue slowly up to her clit, sucking it gently, while two of my fingers plunge deep inside her. The heat wraps around them, her body tightening with each thrust as I build a rhythm.
She’s so fucking wet for me, leaking onto my fingers already. And God, does that turn me on even more than I thought possible. Her hips start to buck, my fingers sliding deeper as I add a little suction, pulling her closer to the edge.
“Hudson,” she groans. “I’m close.”
“That’s it,” I say against her skin, suckling harder. “Come for me, baby, I wanna feel you come in my mouth.”
But she’s already lost, arching her back and calling outmy name. She shakes in my arms, in my mouth, against my tongue. I look up at her flushed face, her eyes squeezed shut as she rides out the aftershocks of her orgasm.
When she finally returns from her high, she pulls me up for a deep kiss that takes us both by surprise. My tongue slips into her mouth—tasting, wanting, aching for more. Her hands are in my hair, curling around the strands as if I’m all that’s keeping her tethered to this world.
“Now,” she pants between kisses. “I need you inside me right now.”
“After watching you fall apart like that. So fucking good for me, so perfect,” I whisper into her ear as I reach for the condom, fumbling a hand around my nightstand, unwilling to break contact even for a split second. “You can have whatever you want.”
I sheath myself in record time, and then I’m slowly easing into her—a snug fit, but her wetness makes it effortless. Sharp nails dig into my back again as she murmurs my name, arching her hips to meet mine, encouraging me to go deeper.
“Fuck,” I croak out through gritted teeth. “You feel incredible.”
“Yeah?” she says. “You feel good, too. Bigger than I’m used to.”
Well, that’s a fucking compliment if I’ve ever heard one. And it’s all the invitation I need to pick up the pace, thrusting into her like my life depends on it.
“Fuck me,” I mutter, “I didn’t know you’d feel this good.”
“Me neither,” she manages through ragged breaths, her walls fluttering around me.
She rides out the wave, her chest heaving as she attempts to control her breathing. And when she shudders in my arms, sighing in deep content, I make it my personal mission to ruin her for all other men.
I pull out, flipping her onto her stomach. Then I scoop an arm around her waist, deftly hiking her up onto her hands and knees, and slowly slide back inside. From this angle, I can see every damn inch of her—from her full ass to the way her pussy clenches around me, squeezing my cock in a vice grip.
“Oh fuck, Ella,” I groan, “you look so damn sexy like that.”
“Harder, Hudson,” she almost grunts, rocking back against me. “Harder, harder.”
And I give it to her, pounding into her with all my might. Beads of sweat form on my brow as we both lose ourselves in the moment. Our bodies slam together, my grip around her hips tightening, bruising almost.
It’s this primal need that runs through me—to claim her as mine—as if she’ll never belong to anyone else ever again. But I know this is just one night between us. That this strange desire is nothing more than the sex talking. No matter how mind-blowing, how life altering, it may be.
She arches her back, and my cock slips even further inside her slick channel, hitting places I never thought possible. My fingers mold perfectly around her hips, one hand grabbing the sweet flesh of her ass cheek.
That’s when I notice she has one of her own hands carefully tucked beneath her, playing with her clit. Her ass is fullyin the air, back bowed so deeply that, before tonight, I’d find it hard to believe it was anatomically possible.
“You’re really fuckin’ flexible, you know that?”
She laughs, a soft giggle-moan hybrid. “You should see what I can do standing up.”
Is she an athlete? She’d have to be, to move like that. Her strength and flexibility are undeniable, and it only makes me want her more.
“Don’t tempt me,” I murmur. “I’d fuck you against every surface in this room.”
