Page 199 of Playing the Pucking Game
God, I need this.
In my head, Linc’s hands cup my bare breasts as his lips trail hot kisses up my neck. He pinches my nipples, making me cry out and rub my ass back against him. He groans, desperate for more.
Spinning me around, he tugs my dress from my hips, his eyes feasting on me standing before him in only my panties while he’s still fully dressed.
“Fuck, I’ve waited so long for this,” he’d confess quietly.
I press the vibrator harder against my clit as my release begins to build.
But it’s not enough. I need more.
God, I need so much more.
Reaching down with my other hand, I tease my entrance before pushing two fingers inside.
I cry out at the sensation of being filled, although, again, it’s not enough. But it’ll do.
I ride my own hand, imagining Linc walking me back to the bed before giving me a gentle shove so I fall down onto it. Then he hooks his fingers in my panties and drags them down.
“Oh god,” I whimper. I’m close. So freaking close.
His hands land on my knees and he spreads me open, his gaze taking a slow trek from my eyes all the way down to my pussy.
“Perfect,” he’d muse, licking his lips like he hadn’t eaten for a month.
Then he’d drop to his knees…
“Oh god.”
Trail kisses up my thigh…
“Please, yes.”
Until he got to my?—
Bang, bang, bang.
“Noooo,” I sob quietly as my almost release ebbs away.
There’s another knock, ensuring I won’t be continuing this.
“Parker,” a deep voice hisses, although muffled by the heavy hotel door.
I sit bolt upright.
I’d know that voice anywhere. What the hell is he doing?
“Parker, open the door before I wake everyone up,” he demands.
“For fuck’s sake,” I mutter, abandoning my toy and climbing from the bed.
The soft fabric of his T-shirt falls over my heated skin, and I shudder.
I was so fucking close.
I pause a beat before opening the door and glance down at myself.
I should change. But…
