Page 52 of Wanna Play A Game?
I snap my gaze at him. His mouth is wet.
“I want to see the look on your face as I drink his cum out of you, shadow.”
Before I can respond, Miles drops back down and focuses all his attention on my opening. He licks and sucks against itfervently, like he’s trying to drink out of me. He lifts his half-lidded eyes to mine.
Fuck. He looks sinful.
Miles brings his hand up to play lightly with my clit as he puts his other finger into me.
“That’s right.” Sawyer’s voice is raspy. “Scoop me out of her. Eat me like a good pup.”
Miles dives in with more energy, groaning into me.
I throw my head back. Fuck, I want to come. I tense.
Miles’ body completely leaves mine, and the pleasure fades.
I cry out and glare at him. He gives me a dark look and smacks my clit again. My back bows.
“You don’t…”smack!“...get to come…”smack!“...unless you obey.”
“Fuck, Miles!” I seethe and try to kick him. He just buries himself closer to me, so my kicks have little power.
“You knew the rules.” He looks angry, turned on, and hungry. He dives back in, soothing the sting and immediately filling me with pleasure. He brings me to the edge again. I try to keep my body from changing so he knows, but he must feel the tension, and he stops again. He pauses just long enough that I lose the edge, then dives back in.
The pleasure is overstimulating, and I struggle to get away. Miles doesn’t let me get anywhere, digging his fingers into my thighs and adding a bite of pain. Every time I glance down at him, he’s looking up at me with hungry eyes.
Fuck. He leans down and eats me with more passion than anyone ever has. I don’t feel like I have to pretend I’m enjoying it.
Miles watches me. He raises his mouth just enough to rumble, “Good girl. Just like that.” He goes back to licking me with the flat of his tongue, bringing his face up just enough I can see his defined cheekbones. He’s so fucking hot. I feel the orgasmcurling up. I reach down and grab Miles’ hair, yanking his head to the tempo I need.
Miles groans, letting go of my thighs and putting both his hands under my ass, angling me more up into his mouth.
Fuck. I want to come. I need to come. I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, then yank them back open, keeping my eyes on the hooded green ones staring at me. Miles’ pupils are so big there’s only the tiniest ring of green. Pleasure curls up and explodes through me.
I come violently, crying out. Sparks fly all over my skin. Miles eats me through it, prolonging the pleasure. I arch into him, pulling him into me. My world is both fuzzy and buzzing at the same time. It takes me a while to come down from it.
Miles crawls up over me, kissing up my stomach as he goes. “Good girl. Good fucking girl. I knew you could do it.”
As I blink back into the room, I realize the pain in my shoulder has dulled to a buzz. Miles lays next to me and pulls me into him. I feel…happy and relaxed. It’s been so long since I’ve felt those two things.
“Shhhh. Rest now, Cali. I got you.”
I glance around to see where Sawyer is. He’s gone.
Miles continues muttering to me. I feel my body relax. It must be the drugs because here, right now, in this moment, I feel safe.
And that doesn’t scare me nearly as much as it should.
I must zone out for a second because when I blink, Miles is combing his fingers through my hair.
“You didn’t get all the stickers.”
I tried. Moving my arms back pulled on my chest and hurt like a bitch. I mutter, “Sue me.”
I feel Miles sit up. “Here, give me the comb.”
I sit up, and the world spins. Good lord, what did they give me?
