Page 26 of Overtime
“I’m glad you wore that skirt for me. Makes me so fucking hard knowing you listen and do the things I ask for. The more you do that while we play this game, the more I’ll do for you. Sound fair?”
“Fair enough.” I hope I’m maintaining a placid look on my face because inside I’m already falling apart for him.
“There are definitely cameras in here so we’re going to have to be careful. I’m gonna pretend like we’re just talking and watching the sharks swim by. But I need you to do me a favor.”
“A favor?”
“Yes. The way you came apart for me in the shed the other day. I want to hear it again. But if I can’t touch you, you’ll have to do it for me.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because I’m going to talk you through it, and that’s going to torture me as much as it does you.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
“Slide your hand down your skirt for me. Did you wear another color I like underneath?”
“No. I didn’t wear anything… for you.”
“Fuck me. Malicious compliance. Missed that about you too.” I smirk at the growly way he says it. “Touch yourself for me.”
I’m staring into the deep blue of the water as his warm breath coasts over my neck, his lips hovering just above without making contact. My fingers slide under the waistband of my skirt and skim over my clit. The second I make contact I know it’s not going to take me long to come because Colt is my secret weakness.
He’s the one I see whenever I close my eyes, whether I’m by myself or with someone else. It’s always him. I have no idea why he has such a hold over my imagination. He’s gorgeous, exceptionally so, and how he’s tall and talented with a voice that’s sexy as hell is a lethal combination even if I don’t care about football. But it’s more than that—something harder to explain. His energy, the way he talks to me, the way he has this quiet stoic silence and only speaks when it’s something worth hearing.
“You wet for me, Dollface?”
Speaking of.Hearing him call me by the nickname he gave me sends a whisper of want down my spine. To hear him say it now, makes me weak all over again like it used to. I nod in response to his question because if I open my mouth, I’m going to say so many things I shouldn’t right now. Especially this early on in the game. I’ll ruin it before we even really get started.
“I knew you would be after the way you looked at me in the shower. Those gorgeous green eyes so bright. Reminds me of the first time you let me taste you. You remember that?”
I nod as I brush the pads of my fingers lightly over my clit, just the slightest touch because any real contact is going to send me over the edge far too quickly. I want to listen to him right now. His voice is so deep when he talks to me, so thick with lust that I want to hear it every single night.
“I wasn’t sure you were ever going to let me. The way you made me beg for it.”
I’d never been a fan of receiving, until him. He didn’t exactly know what he was doing at the time, but he was so very willing to learn and very good at listening to directions. By the time we were done, I almost hated myself for creating such a perfect monster I couldn’t keep.
“I remember,” I whisper.
“That was my favorite lesson you ever gave me. That first time I got to drag my tongue over you and hear you come—the way you tasted—I couldn’t get enough. That still replays in my head. When you cave, you going to let me try again?”
“Whenyoucave… yes.” The last word comes out on a gasp because I’m starting to circle my clit in rougher strokes. Listening to him say these kinds of things to me is like being edged, and I need relief. I had no idea Colt was capable of this. We’d never done anything like this in public and while he would occasionally talk about something he wanted; it was never like this.
“You can definitely try to get me to cave. If it means more of you wearing all the things I love for me, I’ll happily submit to torture. And I know you love torturing me.”
“You make it fun.”
“You having fun torturing me right now? Touching yourself and letting me hear you breathe like this?”
“Yes.”
“IfI caved, the first thing I’d do is pull this skirt up and fuck you up against the glass. Listen to you whimper about how good I feel. Take you up to the edge again and again like you used to like it until you begged. Feel your whole body quiver while you come hard on my cock. I know you must have missed that.”
This man has way too many unfair advantages, and I’m a moron for volunteering this game. One that right now, I just want to lose. But I soldier on, pretending like I’m not as affected as I am. Staring out into the water as it fades into a blue abyss, while I start to fade into the edge of my orgasm.
He leans in again, his whole body millimeters away from mine. So close he’s almost touching me and still so far away.
“Fuck…” he breathes out and it slides over my skin. “You’re beautiful like this. Come for me, Dollface. Let me hear you, so I know what I’m missing.”
