Page 205 of Playing the Pucking Game
“Jesus Christ, Linc,” she moans.
“You’re so fucking sweet, babe.”
I push almost the entire thing into my mouth and suck her from it, releasing it with a pop.
“You just…”
“I promised I wouldn’t touch you,” I remind her. “I never said I wouldn’t taste you.”
She rolls her hips again, and this time, her glistening, needy pussy lures me in.
I crawl on the end of her bed, between her spread thighs, and get comfortable. I don’t have any intention of moving anytime soon.
Her breath catches as I press the vibrator to the inside of her knee and begin dragging it slowly down her thigh.
It’s exactly what I’d do with my lips, if given the chance.
“Oh god. Please, Linc.”
“Fucking love it when you beg me, pretty girl.”
“Lincoln, I need it. Please. Please.”
I close my eyes, absorbing those words.
If only she saidyou. I needyou.
It’s coming.
One day.
Just be patient.
“Yes,” she cries the second I touch the point of the vibrator against her clit.
Her hands fist the sheets beneath her, and her hips jump from the bed.
“Feel good?”
“Yes. More. Please.”
She squirms, her breathing fast and labored as I alternate between teasing her clit and pushing the vibrator inside her. It’s the wrong shape to hit the spot that will really make her fly. But I’m not sad about that. I don’t want a toy to give her that high. I want to do that myself.
It doesn’t take long for her legs to start trembling.
“Look at you,” I muse. “Wearing my shirt, dripping wet, and begging for me to get you off. It’s the thing my wildest fantasies are made of.”
I have no idea if she’s hearing anything I say at this point. But honestly, I don’t care. I’ll tell her every single one of my secrets if it’ll ensure I get to do this again.
I think about all the nights we have on the road in the next few months.
Maybe this could become a thing.
But then, what about at home?
How can I go from having this in other cities but not in my own home? In my own bed?
So far, I’ve only ever crawled into hers. But really, deep down, I want her in mine.
