Page 11 of Stick Games
I brush her warm pussy, letting my thumb graze her clit, and her breathing changes. Leaving her hanging—yes, I want her wanting more—I remove my hand and pour more lotion into my palm. “Looks like your stomach is about to burn.”
“Oh.” She glances down at her fair skin, and my gaze goes to her pert nipples. I grip her legs and tug on her until her sex is pressed up against my stomach. “I can reach better this way. But if you don’t like this position?—”
“I like it,” she blurts out.
I bite back a chuckle as her cheeks turn a darker shade of pink. I lean in and when I do, my dick brushes her sex, and from the way her green eyes are widening, she knows what this is doing to me. I touch her flat stomach. “Hot.” Yes, her skin is warm, but everything about the woman spread before me is smoking hot, and I should not be doing what I’m doing.
I coat her stomach, and then put my hands on her chest, sliding my fingers into the cups of her bikini top, coming close to her nipples but not quite touching. She writhes, and I love how my touch is making her crazy. Once I get her all coated, I tap the side of her leg.
“Roll over.”
I inch back to give her room and the second she rolls, her sweet, round ass in the air, I nearly shoot off in my shorts. Jesus, everything about her is so tight and fit, from all her years of disciplined skating, no doubt.
A groan I have zero control over crawls out of my throat, and I drop down beside her. Her body quivers as I brush her hair from her shoulders and back and she tucks her hands under her cheek. I squirt the lotion on her back and take my time to rub it in. Her skin is so soft and warm, and when she goes silent, I angle my head to see if she’s fallen asleep.
Her gaze meets mine and I grin at her. “Just checking,” I tell her.
“I’m awake.” Her voice is husky, aroused, and while I’d like to take her back to her room and put my cock into her, our game is in her hands and I sense she might want to play with me a bit longer.
I run my hands down her back, and dip into her tiny bikini bottoms, brushing my fingers over the sweet curve of her ass. My fingers glide lower and her breath comes faster as I touch her tailbone. She moves slightly and I pull my hand out to work the back of her legs.
“Can you spread for me?”
Her small intake of breath brings a smile to my face, and I reposition to run lotion on the back of her legs, every so often brushing against her sweet, pussy. My cock is so fucking hard, I’m about to take a trip back to my room to tug one out when she stretches her arms out.
“I think I’m all lotioned up.”
Thank God, because this was torturous in the best way, but I’m not sure how much more I can take. She rolls onto her back.
“Is there anything else I can do for you?”
She bites her lips and glances around. “Actually, I need to finish this book before book club next week.” My heart sinks. She’s going to read? But it is her day and if that’s what she wants, then that’s what she gets. “My eyes are tired, though. Perhaps you could read it to me.”
She picks up the book and I take one look at the sexy cover and grumble. “You want me to read this out loud?” I glance around, but no one is within earshot.
“Yes, please.”
I take the book from her and shift to the foot of her chair, pulling her legs up over me again. My gaze goes to the V between her thighs, and it’s all I can do not to bend forward, move the tiny piece of fabric to the side and slide my tongue over her.
“I forgot how much I liked ‘yes’ day,” she murmurs as she stretches out, her sexy movements teasing my aching dick. Her hand lands on her stomach, and she runs her fingers over her skin. Dammit, she knows how much she’s torturing me and she fucking loves it.
I open the book to where she placed the bookmark, and start reading. I note her grin because yeah, she’s at a bedroom scene. I continue to read, and it’s damn hard to keep my voice even as the blood drains to my dick. Jesus, I knew they read some pretty sexy books, at book club, but this one is downright erotic.
“Ah, Millie.” I tap the page. “Is that position even possible?” I ask as I try to visualize what the characters are doing.
She grins. “I don’t know.” She takes the book and re-reads the section. “I think they call this the rowboat.”
“And how do you know that?” I ask with a cock of my head.
She shrugs her shoulders, and gives me a seductive, yet innocent look. “I know stuff.”
I move my body, and work to pull my legs up to my chest. I’m truly not that flexible. “I mean really, is anyone that limber?”
She pulls her legs up, and does a better job than I’m doing. “I’m certainly not.”
I shift closer to her, as described in the book, but we can’t pull the position off with our clothes on. “I’d probably shatter my balls.”
She laughs at that. “That might not be in your best interest. You might want to have kids at some point in your life.” My gaze drops to her hard nipples. “But it is my birthday.” Mischief dances in her eyes and it’s easy to tell she’s still out for revenge. “So I guess if I asked you to try it out, you’d have to say yes, huh?”
