Page 22 of Games We Play
“Fuck!” She bit her knuckles, her feminine cry echoing in her cavernous hotel suite. “Fuck, fuck,fuck!”
Leah hadn’t only found the spot inside of her that drove her the craziest, but her tongue had started swirling around Sloan’s clit instead of licking it with unreserved gusto. That was it. That was the most dangerous combination Sloan could encounter, and Leah had figured it out in five minutes!
There was no putting off orgasm any longer. Like a wild creature lurking in the shadows, it pounced upon Sloan and threatened to drag her off into the abyss like the foolish girl she was.
Was it worth undoing everything for a night like this? Would she return to Chicago the next day with the same steely resolve she always took with her to the windy city? Or had Leah blown it up with one fucking flick of her tongue?
Some women were more treacherous than they ever gave themselves credit for.
What part of Sloan wanted to take back total control, and what part remembered what it was like to give it up? Was it the same parts? Or had she completely split herself in two when she faced that terrible decision over ten years ago?
God. Ten years ago.I know it feels like ten years passed in a blink of my eyes.
Control. She needed to take back control. That was the most important thing right now.
So happened that Leah was handcuffed and willing to do anything her partner commanded. All it took was one mighty yank, and Leah was back on her stomach with Sloan riding her ass in the ways the universe loved best.
“Did you like doing that?” One hand firmly held the back of Leah’s neck while Sloan’s words dipped into her ear. Sloan grinded her pelvis against the ass between her legs. Amazing how she found the strength after what Leah did to her. “You like having my pussy on your mouth, Leah?”
“Yes,” came a muffled reply. The pillow pressed against Leah’s face. Sloan had to release some of the strength in her hand to keep the poor woman from bruising.I’m not into that kind of kink.She was into the games. The mental benefits. The pleasure. “You taste good.”
“Better than yourself?”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“No?” One of Sloan’s fingers hooked into the corner of Leah’s mouth. “How about now?” A kiss would suffice. A kiss so Leah could taste herself on Sloan’s lips.
How unfortunate that Sloan did not foresee an endless kiss before her. Because that’s what she received once she invited Leah to rub her lips all over her lover’s.
If it had been too long since Sloan last wrapped her naked body around another woman’s, it had been longer since she knew what it was like to enter an eternal kiss. The kind that allowed only tiny, peppered breaths because of necessity, and never accounted for the needs of the stupid mortals who engaged in them. Sloan could be a stupid mortal. It was women like Leah who brought it out of her.
Dangerous! Stay away! Stop kissing her! Get your fingers out of her pussy, you idiot! You’re supposed to be the hardest bitch in America. The whole fucking world. What is your God damned problem? Fuck you!
I can’t stop…
Was it really Leah’s doing? Or had Sloan been looking for an excuse to act this way for a while? Was itreallya problem for her to purge the parts of her that wanted to act like a slovenly dumbass in bed?
Those romantic parts of her that still believed in love and sex, and how they reallycouldbe married?
Was it so bad?
“Oh my God!” Leah’s handcuffed wrists were pressed between Sloan’s breasts, those curling fingers brushing against chin and shoulders alike. “Don’t stop!”
Sloan couldn’t if she wanted. Her only purpose in life right now was to feel Leah’s inner walls break her lover’s fingers off her hand. Which they were well on their way to doing as Leah gasped her way into a torrential climax that shook half the bed.
Letting her come down now would be detrimental. Instead, Sloan was better off getting on top of Leah and grinding against her until they both came again.
She never did play the games she wanted to play that night. Then again, when she woke up that morning, she never thought she’d be playing any games at all… let alone exposing her soul to the things she knew she needed most.
Chapter 8
“Want a cigarette?” Sloan had lit up ten seconds earlier, the wispy trail of smoke snaking into the dark room. Leah turned her head away, content to keep staring at the lacy curtains covering the early 20thcentury windows of the hotel suite.
“No, thanks. I don’t smoke.” Nor did she care if Sloan did. Leah’s father still smoked, although he had gone from smoking all the time in the house to smoking once or twice a day on the back porch. The smell didn’t disgust her like it did some other people. It wasn’t good for anyone, no, but she would survive ten minutes. “Might need a mint, though.”
“I’ve got plenty of those in my bag.”
“Me, too. But our bags are over there.”
