Page 71 of Game On
“I figured,” I say, looking up to meet his gaze. I press closer, our bodies aligning perfectly. “But you can be agood boy for me tonight, can’t you? The kind who does as he’s told?”
His lips part, but before he can get another word out, I push him firmly onto the edge of the bed. He sinks into the mattress as I straddle his lap, catching a low gasp. He eagerly grips my waist, fingers digging into the fabric of my jeans. Warm breath fans across my chest as his head drops back.
He’s still wearing his cowboy hat, the brim askew. I reach up and pluck it from his head, tucking it beside him on the bed. His hair is a wild mess underneath, and I smooth it back, fingers tracing along his scalp as I go.
The man is undeniably handsome. Rugged and charming. I’d like to show him how much I appreciate it.
“I thought you liked the hat,” he says.
“Oh, I do, but I don’t want to miss that look on your face. The desperate one you get right when you’re about to let yourself go.”
Warm breath fans across my chest as his head drops back. I catch sight of his exposed neck, thick and inviting. Unable to resist, I bend down to press a kiss to the sensitive skin just there, earning myself an appreciative groan.
I pull back slightly to look at him, heart thrumming. His eyes flutter open, locking with mine, and a visible shiver runs through his body as his grip tightens on my waist.
“Baby,” he says, struggling to keep his voice steady. His hands slide up to cup my face, thumbs tracing over the apples of my cheeks. “I’ll try my best to behave.”
“Good boy.”
I drop to my knees between his open thighs, relishing thesound of his sharp intake of breath. His hands drop down to my shoulders, gripping tightly as if he’s trying to hold himself together. It’s a futile effort. I’ve already unraveled him—and we’re only just getting started.
I start with his belt, undoing it with a dexterity that makes him groan. His trousers quickly follow, discarded on the floor in a mess of denim and leather. I glance up at him through my lashes, taking in his flushed face and the way his chest rises and falls with ragged breaths. He’s watching me—every movement, every expression.
If he wasn’t so distracted, he might’ve noticed the flash of victory in my eyes as I work him free, nimbly removing his boxers.
I’m well aware of the control I have over him now, and I’m not about to waste it. As he lies there panting, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him like they’re the only thing keeping him grounded, I take a moment to appreciate the sight. It’s not just the physical aspect that has me hooked, although that certainly doesn’t hurt.
It’s the anticipation in his eyes, the raw, unfiltered need. It makes me feel empowered. What’s more, it makes me feel connected to him in a way that’s uniquely ours.
“Holy fuck,” he whispers.
His fingers dig into my shoulders as I make him squirm, silently urging me to continue. I respond by pressing the flat of my hand against his lower stomach, feeling the muscles beneath the smooth skin contract at my touch. He bucks upward involuntarily, but I hold him down, keeping him in complete submission.
“Patience,” I murmur, dragging a single finger along the thickest vein. “It’s worth the wait.”
He moans something incoherent and closes his eyes, leaning his head back on the pillows. Sweat beads on his forehead and dampens his dark hair. I allow myself another lingering glance, drinking in the sight before I take him fully into my mouth.
And then I suck his dick like I’ve never sucked one before—sloppy and eager. He groans loudly, his hands fisting in my hair, but I don’t mind. It’s all part of the challenge, right? And I’m nothing if not competitive.
A guttural groan tears from his throat as I continue to work him over, my movements swift and confident. His thighs tremble beneath me, muscles straining to hold himself still.
The sight of him—so strong and powerful, brought trembling to the edge by me—stokes the fire in my belly, heating me from the inside out. I want more of this. More of him unraveled under my touch. More of Hudson, full stop.
But right now, we simply don’t have the time. I’m determined to win this bet. So much so that I’m willing to sacrifice my own desires to make it happen. With one last flourish of my tongue along his tip, I push him over the edge. His whole body tenses as he comes in my mouth, but I keep going, not stopping until every last tremor subsides and his grip on my hair loosens.
“Holy shit,” he gasps out, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. His eyes are still closed, long eyelashes fanned down across his cheeks. He looks a little dazed but satisfiedas he slowly recovers. And then, like a man who didn’t just have his world rocked, he says, “You lost, by the way.”
I stand and swallow, swiping a thumb along my bottom lip. “Sorry?”
“The bet,” he says. “I can hear Harlen yelling out back.”
I frown at him. “You’re serious?”
“You bet that I would come before the first guest arrived.” He pushes onto his hands, straightens his spine, and shrugs. “I hate to break it to you, but Harlen’s definitely here already.”
I slump onto the edge of the bed, huffing out a laugh. “You were holding out.”
He just smirks, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Don’t get me wrong, that was incredible work. But you should’ve known better than to bet against me.”
