Game Player

by B. J. Harvey

  She pants, and I know if I was to touch her pussy she’d be wet as hell. My cock throbs incessantly between us and her restless hips rubbing against me. I move my lips from her neck to her ear, sucking her earlobe and giving it a nip before whispering, “I know you’re wet for me, Legs. I’m gonna make you scream so loud, your neighbors will wanna join in.”

  “Matt,” she moans, her voice low and husky. “We can’t . . . we shouldn’t . . .” she continues as she lifts her hips again, and brings my hard cock in direct contact with her underwear-covered snatch. Now, I definitely need to get down to business.

  I run my tongue along the underside of her jaw and hover over her lips until she opens her eyes and looks up at me. Fuck, the want and need in them almost makes me come on the spot. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

  “And you’re driving me crazy,” she replies with another long, slow upward glide of her hips against my dick.

  “We’re gonna see where this goes.” I bite her bottom lip and run my fingers between her legs, hooking them under the thin satin and tugging her underwear down her legs. Don’t get me wrong—I appreciate nice lingerie, but it always looks better on the floor. Or better still, ripped apart in a rush to get inside her.

  “What?” she whispers against my lips before delving her tongue into my mouth again.

  “You and me. We’re going to do this,” I murmur against her lips. “Dates, dinners, holding hands, all of that shit. I’ll be in your bed and you’ll be in mine.” Kissing her again, I sweep my tongue against hers, savoring the taste before easing back again. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Legs, and I don’t fucking want to.”

  Without giving her a chance to say a word, I run one finger down and in, slowly pushing inside her tight, amazingly wet pussy, loving the whimper that escapes her mouth. Any resistance that was left in her melts away as I push and pull, adding my thumb on her clit and rolling my tongue around hers in slow circles.

  Moaning loudly in my mouth, her hands let go of the table and she hooks her leg around me, digging the spike of her heel into my back. “Thought you said you were gonna make me scream,” she says hoarsely.

  “Challenge accepted,” I say with a smile, then lift her leg over one shoulder and grab her other leg to drape it over the other. I kiss the top of her pelvic bone, moving down to suck her clit into my mouth just as I thrust a second finger inside of her, hard and fast. Her thighs clench around me, almost as tight as her pussy grips my fingers as they glide in and out, faster and faster, my heart racing as her moans turn into pants, and then cries and with a final rake of my teeth against her clit. Her whole body tenses, and I swear she could almost wrench my head off with her thigh muscles as she screams and comes loudly all over my face.

  I bring her back down to earth, lazily licking and touching her, and losing my god damn mind with the need to release my cock and bury it inside of her. I know I’ll need to take it easy on her—for at least ten minutes anyway. I should be embarrassed about my caveman act, but fuck, I needed to make a point—which I think I might’ve just shown twice—and tell her how it’s gonna be from now on. After seeing Cade kiss her, I needed to erase him from her lips, her skin, her entire fucking body.

  “Four,” I murmur against the crease of her hip but she’s so far gone, I doubt she heard me. Lifting my head, I rest my arms on her legs and look down into her hazy eyes.

  “God, you’re good at that,” she murmurs.

  “I must like you,” I say with a smirk.

  “Or else you just want to get laid,” she says, and the connotation behind it hits me hard.

  I quickly stand up and push her dress down before holding out a hand to her and pulling her to her feet.

  “I’ll let that slide because you still think I’m playing you.” I kick off my shoes, leaving them on her living room floor. I tug her arm and drag her behind me as I lead the way down her hallway and take a wild guess at which closed door will be her bedroom, hitting pay dirt on my second try.

  She pulls against my hold, but I tighten my grip and keep moving forward until I turn around to face her and then drop backwards onto her bed, propping myself up on my elbows and pinning her with what I know is a heated stare.

  Shifting her weight from one leg to the other, she stands there rubbing one hand over her stomach. Her fingers slide over her lace dress, teasing and taunting me without even knowing she’s doing it.

  “Matt, we need to talk.”

  “Talking’s overrated, and so is being dressed. I think you should rectify that immediately,” I reply smugly.

  “This is important,” she says.

  “So is burying my dick inside you and feeling you squeeze the life out of it.” I reach one arm behind my back and pull off my T-shirt before dropping my shoulders onto the bed and moving my hands to my pants, not missing her eyes following their descent.

  “You told me what you wanted before. Don’t I deserve a chance to speak?” she says, her voice laced with an edge of attitude that she probably wouldn’t throw around if she knew how much harder it made me.

  “You didn’t exactly argue, Legs, so why are we still talking and not fucking?”

  She gasps as if I’ve shocked her, but I know from the flash of heat in her eyes that she’s way the fuck turned on and she’s just trying to stall so that I know she’s not giving in too quickly. Little does she know, I know her play.

  “I can still taste you,” I say, licking my lips to make a point. It’s true, and it’s still as fresh and mouthwatering as it was when my tongue was wrapped around her clit minutes ago.

  “Take of your dress, Mia.”

  Her hooded eyes stay glued to mine as she battles with herself over whether to continue. I smile when her arms stretch behind her back to lower her zipper, and the material slowly glides down her body, pooling at her feet.

  “Fuck.” She’s not wearing a bra, and now all I want to do is bury my face between her breasts and never come up for air. My dick, harder than it’s even been before and might ever be again, pulses at the sight of her rosy pink nipples, pert and begging to be sucked.

  Don’t even get me started on her legs. Those things go on for miles and miles until they reach her perfect ass. That booty is round and firm, and will be perfect to hold on to when she rides my cock.

  Just the thought has me reaching down to squeeze my dick, hoping like fuck I can calm down enough to take care of her first. I may have slept with a lot of women in the past, but I know there’s a reason why they always want more. Because I give them more; everything they need in fact. I’m there for a good time—a mind-blowing time—but never stay longer than is required. Nevertheless, I have never come before the woman does, and I never will.

  “Mia,” I growl, as she cups her hands under her breasts, lifting them up while running her thumbs over her nipples. “Fuck Legs, get over here.”

  She puts her hands on her hips and glares at me. “Seriously?”

  My eyes grow wide and I throw my hands in the air. “What now?” We’re having a standoff; she’s naked, and I’m lying on the bed with my jeans undone. My hard cock is out and proud on a seek-and-destroy mission, and she’s taunting me.

  It’s like poking the snake and not expecting it to strike

  “Did you just order me to come to you?”

  “Do I look real to you?” I ask quizzically.

  Her brows narrow, an adorable look of confusion covering her face. “Yes . . .”

  “Am I a man?”

  Her lips twitches as she rakes her eyes down my body—notably pausing at my cock—before lifting to my face again. “It appears so . . .” she replies, her eyes dancing with amusement now as the fingers of one of her hands starts to graze the wisp of hair gracing her pubic bone.

  I’m fixated on what she’s doing, my gaze dropping to her hips and watching her tease me with the promise of what I could have—what I’m going to have—as soon as she stops giving me attitude and gives me an in. She’s playing me now and I’m her wil
ling victim. “Do I have a cock?”

  Her sly smile grows wide and wicked. “I felt it in the club when you were humping me like a dog in heat.”

  I smirk. “So you know that I’m not exactly lacking in that department.”

  One hand delves between her legs—deep inside. My imagination runs wild and my eyes burn at the thought of what those fingers are feeling, how wet she might be, how hot her pussy will feel against my tongue, my hand, my cock . . .

  A low moan escapes her mouth and my control snaps.

  “Fuck waiting. It’s me that’s gonna make you come tonight. My hands, my mouth, then my cock.”

  “In that order?” she asks breathily.

  I knife up from the edge of the bed and hook an arm around her waist, loving the little shriek she gives as I swing her around and down, her back hitting the bed and making her tits jiggle beneath me.

  I hover over her, my arms braced on either side of her shoulders, my breaths coming thick and fast as my cock throbs with the need to drive deep inside.

  “Matt,” she rasps and I feel it deep in my gut. The need in her voice cuts through me in the best fucking way. Mia, the hottest piece of ass I’ve ever come close to having, is lying naked underneath me and saying my name like she needs me as much as I need her.

  I lower my head until my lips barely touch hers. “Should we try for a double?”

  “You’re all talk,” she whispers, her veiled insult empty. She knows I’m good. I’ve made her come three times in twenty-four hours, and I haven’t even fucked her yet. Something that I’m just about to rectify.

  “Then let me show you that I’m all action,” I say as I tug my jeans down and kick them away.

  Our teeth clash as we both pounce at once, our mouths slamming together and our tongues seeking each other like missiles on a mission. My cock has the same idea, gliding against her slick heat and twitching at the guttural moans she makes with every stroke against her clit.

  “Get inside me already,” she whines.

  “Gimme a sec.” I kiss her lips, her jaw, down to her neck and finally her amazing tits. I cup them in my hands, running my lips over the skin before sucking her nipple deep into my mouth. Her back arches up off the bed and her hands tangle in my hair, holding me to her. Wrapping one hand around her back, I roll my tongue around the hard tip before grazing my teeth over her skin as I let her go.

  “Matt . . . stop being a tease.”

  I push up off the bed and reach into my jeans pocket to find my wallet. Once I get it, I pull out a condom and turn back to see Mia lying unabashedly naked on her bed, watching me. I rip the packet open with my teeth and quickly roll the rubber down my shaft before moving back over her.

  Bending down, I kiss the hollow of her throat, her racing pulse vibrating against my lips. I drag my mouth up to hers and pin her with a stare, deciding it’s time to tell her exactly what is happening between us.

  I run my cock up and over her clit before pulling my hips back, lining up and ever-so-slowly sliding inside of her, making sure she feels every single inch God gave me. Our eyes are locked, and I watch in awe as pleasure washes over her face, her lids lowering slowly until they’re half-mast.

  When I’m fully seated inside of her, I stop and cup one side of her jaw in my hand to make sure I have her attention.

  “Legs, this isn’t just a one-fuck deal. I’ve wanted you right here . . .” I grind my pelvis against hers, pushing my cock deeper inside. Her lips part and her eyes flash with heat. “Two fucking years, I’ve wanted you.” I drop my head so I’m now an inch away from her lips as I pull right back until she’s just got the tip, then drive back in with a loud groan. “The moment you kissed me at Throb, I knew I was done. This is it, Mia. This is you giving me, giving us . . .” I thrust in and out again, slowly increasing the speed, torturing myself as much as I’m teasing her.

  She’s doesn’t say a word, just grips my arms tighter, holding my chest hard against hers as her hips push up against mine. “I . . .”

  “Mia,” I groan, the need to come rushing me forward. “Touch yourself.”

  One hand grips the back of my neck, the other pushes between us, and she whimpers when her fingers roll over her clit.

  “So . . . fucking . . . close,” she spits out, her breathing now heavy as her loud pants fill the room.

  I push up on my hands and power into her, pistoning my hips and pounding deep. Looking down between us, I watch her fingers rubbing her clit furiously, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

  “Fuck . . . shit . . . you’ve got . . . to . . . fucking . . . come, Mia,” I growl, punctuating the words with every hard thrust of my cock.

  Then I feel it, her pussy clenching tight as she teeters on the edge before tumbling over headfirst. “Matt!” she screams, pulling me over with her, my cock pulsing as I come long and hard inside of her.

  Staying planted, I hook my hand around her ass and roll her to her side, pulling her leg over my hip as I drop beside her on the bed. Unable to stop myself—and completely uncharacteristically of me—I slide my hand over her hips down the dip of her waist, grazing the sides of her breasts before gently putting pressure on the back of her head and holding her in place while I kiss her swollen lips.

  Her body is so limp and she’s mellow as hell. If I knew fucking her would make her more agreeable, I would’ve done it a long time ago.

  “My room smells of sex, now,” she says with a tired sigh.

  I tilt my head up and kiss her temple, then her forehead. “No, Legs, it smells of you and me, and there’s nothing fucking better than that.”

  Fifteen minutes later, I return to the bed from getting rid of the rubber to find Mia completely out to it. I commit the sight to memory, just in case it all goes to shit when she wakes up again, which with Mia is a crapshoot.

  But I’m definitely looking forward to her inevitable freak-out in the morning and fucking any doubts she has about us right out of her.

  In fact, I can’t fucking wait.

  My eyes open to see a man’s naked chest, my hand draped over his abs and my body lying half on him. I tilt my head and find a wide awake Matt looking down at me.

  “Morning, Legs,” he says, in a deep husky voice. Early morning Matt sounds hot! Almost as much as late night, bossy-in-bed Matt.

  It hits me that he’s still here. Everything I’ve heard about him—from his former conquests and even his own stories—says that he doesn’t do sleepovers.

  Now he’s here, in nothing but boxer briefs.

  “Did you get up already?”

  He runs his hand from my temple, around my ear and down to my neck, where he curls his fingers around the back of my head. He grins. “I figured it might be safer to put my boxers back on in case you woke up and freaked out on me.”

  “Why would I freak out?” I ask, scrunching my brows together.

  “Is your name Mia Roberts?”

  “Yes . . .” I reply slowly.

  “Then a freak-out or worse still, a freeze-out, was always gonna be a possibility.”

  I can’t help it, I giggle. Me, giggling, naked as the day I was born and pressed into the side of Matt’s body. He smiles down at me, bending his neck to brush his lips against mine and causing those tingles to return to all the key places. Just from a kiss!

  “I’m not freaking out. I wasn’t drunk last night; I knew exactly what we were doing.”

  His eyes go wide and his head jerks back a little. “And . . . ?” he asks, his voice warm. Those tingles turn into lightning bolts of awareness, shooting from my nipples down between my legs.

  I shift my legs to try and control my reaction to him but his eyes, still locked with mine, turn molten, and I know he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

  He pulls me up so that our heads are level in the bed and wraps an arm around my waist to bring me in closer. “You want me here,” he says matter-of-factly. It isn’t a question; a statement, as if it was a foregone conclusion.


  “Right now I do,” I reply, as I lean in and kiss him softly, our lips barely touching but the meaning and intention behind the action definitely unmistakable.

  Matt reaches down and hooks my leg over his, and pushes his thigh hard up against my downtown playground.

  “I was mad last night,” he says, but I kiss him again, mainly to shut him up but also because I don’t want to ruin this moment between us. Waking up together, all the complications that come with being with Matt are so far from my mind it’s not funny. All I can focus on is feeling him beside me, pressing into me, and remembering how he felt last night when he was between my legs and pounding hard.

  “Nothing to be mad about. Cade knew it was a no-go.”

  “You still went out with him,” Matt says against my lips, his fingers tightening on my hip. There’s that possessive caveman trait of his making an appearance. It was there when he pushed his way in the door last night and laid me out on the coffee table before successfully—and thoroughly—laying me out.

  My hand roams over the warm skin of his chest, then up his shoulders and down the defined biceps before gripping his arm. Our eyes continue to bore into each other as it hits me that he was worried about me going out with Cade. He was mad, sure, but he’d never admit to actually being a little unsure about what the date would bring.

  Armed with the knowledge that Matt told me he wanted this, wanted us, wanted me to give him a chance, I decide to follow my gut and wade in, even if it’s just to dip a toe in the water.

  I glide my fingers into his hair and kiss him, an open-mouthed tongue-touch to the lips invitation which he doesn’t hesitate in accepting. His tongue meets mine as we enjoy a slow burn-building, lazy kiss.

  Pulling my head back, I move over his jaw, his throat, then lick and nip my way down his chest, taking my time to study the many dips and lines of his way-too-perfect ab muscles and finally to the promised land. Like a devout follower, I’m filled with a desperate need to worship at the shrine of Matt’s Holy Grail. Then, feeling as if all of my good deeds are finally about to be rewarded, I tug down the waistband of his boxer briefs, preparing to pay homage to his God-given miracle, only to have his cock flick out and stab me in the eye. Without thinking, I accidentally snap the elastic down on his erection when my hand darts up to my face.