Game Planner

by BJ Harvey

  “I plead the fifth.”

  “Princess, you’ll never incriminate yourself with me. Mainly ‘cause if you’re thinking it, I’ve probably already done it ten times in my head while fucking my fist to the thought of you.”

  With that mind-blowing, sexy-as-hell image now firmly burned in my brain, he dives right on in there.

  He gives me my first orgasm against the door, his hands spreading me wide, his tongue driving me wild through my panties. All I can do is hold on to the doorframe and take what he gives me. Jase is a man who likes to eat pussy. He doesn’t just do it to get it done. He devours me, holding my hips hostage and not letting up until he’s wrung every last ounce of pleasure from me with his tongue, teeth, and lips before slowly easing me back down to earth.

  I run my fingers through his hair as he plants a soft kiss to my leg, murmuring, “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” Sitting back on his heels, he shifts his hungry stare my way.

  God, he’s perfect, and I don’t even know much about him. The good news for me is that I’m the queen of multitasking.

  “You missed a spot,” I whisper, my voice thick and husky. Screaming out a two-for-one orgasm will do that to a girl.

  His head jerks back, his eyes dropping to my still on display vagina before lifting to mine again, a smirk on his face. “Didn’t sound like I missed anything.”

  He brings the two fingers that had been buried deep inside me to his lips, sliding them under his nose before running his tongue along the length of them, his eyes blazing once more.

  “Fuck, get up here.” He’s turning me into a squirming wet mess—again. “I meant I want to kiss you. I need it.”

  He pushes up to his feet, smoothing down my skirt as he goes. I’m touched by his thoughtfulness.

  Jase leans in, his hands going to mine. He drapes my arms around his shoulders. Then he’s hooking my leg around his hip and pressing his hard cock into me, pinning me in place as he braces himself against the door and lowers his mouth to be within a whisper’s breath of mine.

  “Like this?” His words are so low and deep, I swear I feel them everywhere, and staring into his eyes, my restraint snaps. I grip his hair and hold him in place, running my tongue along the seam of his lips, tasting myself and him, and needing more. He tries to kiss me, but I tighten my grip on his head. He groans, his eyes closing, his breaths coming faster.

  “Kiss me, princess,” he rasps, and that’s just what I want. I release his hair and let him have free rein. My nails dig into his back, and my leg flexes as I try to climb him like a tree. Our mouths fuse, our tongues duel, and I whimper against his lips as he kisses me like the air he needs to breathe. God damn, he’s good with his mouth everywhere.

  He rips his mouth free moments later, pulling his head back and looking at me. I’ve got total sex eyes, and he’s got the same glazed, hungry look, which means two things. First, it’s time to get naked and horizontal so I can get my fill of this man. And second, multitasking.

  As if he’s read my mind, he grabs my hand and walks backward, taking me with him.

  “We should really get to know each other,” I murmur against his lips. He smiles as he pulls away, his eyes dancing.

  “You first,” he says, a wolfish grin distracting me. He lets me go long enough to tug his Blackhawks jersey over his head, throwing it to his left. My eyes drop of their own accord to his chest, and my mouth goes dry. Fuck, he’s toned. Not eight-packed, hurt-your-head-to-lie-on-it toned, but there’s no denying he’s fit.

  “You were saying,” he says, his lips tugging up, his eyes dancing with amusement. “By the way, lose the shirt.” He nods at my boobs, licking his lips as he does it.

  I shake my head as if to clear the absolutely impure thoughts I’m having about his chest. “You’re distracting me.” My top finds a new home on top of his on the floor.

  “I like distracting you.”

  “Two can play that game.”

  He runs his eyes down my body and back up again. “I fucking well hope so.”

  “Cats or dogs?” I ask, my hands going behind my back to unzip my skirt, all the while continuing to follow Jase as he moves across the living area to a small hallway.

  “Cats.” He’s already undone his belt and jeans, leaving them hanging low on his hips. “Books or movies?”

  I shimmy my skirt down to the floor, leaving me standing there in my bra, thong, and heels as Jase shoots me a look of appreciation. “Books before movies.” He grins and kicks off his shoes.

  “Vanilla or chocolate?” He’s now just in his rather tight and very sexy black boxer-briefs.

  “Chocolate,” I mutter distractedly, my eyes raking over his body, and like a kid in a candy shop, I don’t know where to start. “Coke or Pepsi?”

  “Coke. Beach or mountain?”

  “Beach,” I reply. He grabs my hand and pulls me through his bedroom door, stopping at the edge of his bed.

  With my eyes locked to his, I slowly glide my hands over his hips, dipping my fingers under the waistband of his underwear. I lower myself with them. “Cut or uncut…?”

  He quirks a brow and licks his lips. “Look down, and you can answer that one yourself.”

  Oh, yes please.

  My gaze roams his body, taking in every dip and curve, and the barely-there rivets of his abs that I desperately want to trace with my tongue. I study that very happy trail leading to a perfect-sized, definitely circumcised cock, the tip dark pink and angry-looking. Without thinking, I lean forward, brace my hands on his thighs, and lick him from base to tip. He shudders as I circle the head before wrapping my lips around him and taking him to the back of my throat. I look up, his hooded eyes my undoing. I go deep again, swallowing around him, earning a guttural groan. Moving my hand, I roll his balls in my fingers.

  “Fuck,” he spits out, biting his lip, his chest heaving.

  I don’t get any further before he hooks his arms under mine and hoists me onto my feet, his fist gripping my hair and tugging back so he can kiss the living daylights out of me. This kiss is next level from what he gave me at the front door. This has meaning, and purpose, his tongue fucking my mouth with vigor and passion. He tears his lips from mine, both of us breathless. His hand glides down my side, grazes my breast, and grips my ass.

  “Top or bottom?” The words are rough and raw, and fuck, they do a number on my panties. His mouth goes to my neck, the stubble on his jaw scraping against my sensitized skin, ramping me up even more.

  “Both.”

  His hand dives into my underwear, near-on ripping my thong before tracing my soaking seam before circling my clit ever so lightly. His eyes flash with heat as he delves deeper and slowly pushes his finger inside of me. My muscles clench around him and when he sucks on my throat, I near on climax again.

  Reaching behind my back, I remove my bra in record time. My hands go to my hips while he adds a second finger, filling me, but still, I want more, kicking my thong off my legs the rest of the way until it falls at my feet.

  With his arm around my shoulders, he spins me so my back is to the bed and without moving his fingers, he bends down and gently lowers me down onto the bed.

  “Missionary or doggy-style?” he asks, stealing my question.

  “With you? Everything,” I breathe.

  “Good answer.” He crushes his mouth against mine as I lift my pelvis, urging him deeper.

  He lays half on the bed, half on me, his eyes moving to watch his hand move between my legs. “God, I want you riding my face.”

  “Reverse cowgirl, oral edition?” I rasp, my entire body like a wound up spring: tight and taut, and ready to blow.

  He eases his hand back up my body, shifting so he’s braced above me.

  Tilting my head, I wrap my arms around his back and try to pull him down against me, but he holds firm. “Condom or birth control?” he asks, his eyes dropping to my mouth when I lick my lips. “I’m clean, and I’d never give you anything except me.”

  I
hook my hand behind his neck and jerk his head down so I can kiss him, hard and fast but full of meaning and intent. “Then get that big dick in me already.”

  His eyes widen, a wide grin taking over his face. “God, you’re something else, princess. I’ve never met anyone like you.”

  He drops his lips to mine, resisting all my efforts to deepen the kiss. Lifting one hand off the bed, he glides it down my body. He hooks his fingers under my knee and lifts it high on his waist, his tongue swirling around mine as he positions his cock at my entrance.

  “Brace yourself,” he mutters before driving into me. My back arches off the bed at just how good he feels.

  Ten minutes later, I’m thanking every deity known to man as he makes me come again, this time with his tongue in my mouth, swallowing my moans, and his cock buried to the hilt as he groans my name.

  Simultaneous first orgasm. Nice.

  I wake up the next morning, deliciously sore in all the right places and a fair few new ones too. Jase’s arm is wrapped around my hips, his morning wood pressed against my ass, his hand two fingers’ deep inside me.

  “Morning, princess,” he rumbles next to my ear, his lips dragging against my shoulder and his teeth raking along my skin.

  “It feels like a good morning,” I reply with a huge smile on my face. “But as much as I’ve become a huge fan of your finger talent, I’d much rather feel something bigger and harder inside me.”

  “You would, would you?”

  “I need your wood.”

  “And here I was, trying to be a gentleman and not just take what I want.” Withdrawing his hand, he pushes one leg between mine, bending my knee and opening me up to him. Leaning into my back, he presses me into the bed with his cock wedged right at the precipice. Then he shocks me, tangling his fingers with mine before ever so slowly easing inside me.

  I roll my hips back as he thrusts forward, giving me the most perfect early morning sleepy sex of my life. It’s all soft moans and groans, gentle, languid kisses, and whimpers. My climax is a slow burn, my entire body shaking when Jase takes my hand in his and together, our fingers push me over the edge. He comes quickly afterward.

  He goes to move, and I tighten my grip in his hand. “Don’t leave,” I whisper.

  He chuckles and kisses my cheek. “I’m going to get a washcloth to clean you up, then I was gonna bring you coffee.”

  I loosen my hold. “I guess that’s okay,” I say with a shrug, lifting his knuckles to press a kiss against his skin. “But only because you’re being sweet and you’re coming back.”

  “Definitely something else,” he murmurs before his heat leaves my back. The bed jostles as he stands, and I watch his gorgeous tight ass walk into his bathroom.

  If I didn’t already like where things with Jase were going, he definitely confirms it when he walks back into the bedroom ten minutes later with two coffees. One plain black mug for him, and one “Size matters… I meant coffee” mug for me.

  Half an hour later, fully caffeinated and awake, Jase has me screaming my thanks in other ways in the shower. By lunch, we’ve christened the kitchen counter. Dinner is takeout and making out on his couch, and dessert is tying him to the headboard and having my wicked way with him.

  Best. First. Date. Ever.

  When Jase Made a Move

  Six weeks later, it’s Jase who starts our first argument.

  It shouldn’t have even been an argument, but I’m a girl, it was two days before shark week, and considering he’s already lived through the hell that is my mood during that time of the month, you’d think he would learn to watch himself during what I like to call the ‘danger days.’

  “Do you like paying rent?” he asks, looking around my apartment. I turn my head from where it is resting on his stomach and look at him with my best “what the fuck are you talking about?” expression.

  “I mean, your place is nice enough, but there are so many things that need fixing, or even remodeling. It makes sense for you to just move in with me.”

  That comment causes my back to go ramrod straight, my chest to seize, my head to explode and my eyes to bug out like a cartoon character.

  I stare at him. Has he lost his ever-loving mind?

  Do I know Jase is the one? For sure.

  Have we been living in each other’s pockets whenever we aren’t working? Absolutely.

  But is he really just telling me to move in with him… like that?

  I move to the other end of the couch so I’m out of reach. I can’t control myself around Jase at the best of times, but if he touches me while I’m arguing with him—in what’s going to be our first proper argument, no less—I’m not giving him leverage in the knowledge that he can touch his way out of this. “It makes sense, does it?” My tone is snarky, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

  Wide brown eyes stare blankly at me. He opens his mouth as if to say something but quickly closes it again. “Uh…”

  “Cat got your tongue?”

  “No, I just… princess…”

  “Oh no, you can’t ‘princess’ your way out of this one, buddy.”

  “Buddy?” he repeats, squaring his shoulders.

  “Yeah, buddy. I happen to like my place. It may not be everyone’s cup of tea. It may not be that big or that new, or even that clean, but it’s mine. I’ve lived here for almost two years, and not once have I considered moving.”

  He grabs hold of the back of his neck, nervously rubbing his palm back and forth. “I fucked this up. I didn’t mean to—”

  I stand and glare down at him. God damn hormones.

  “If you don’t like my place, then why have you been spending so much time in it? Huh?” I huff. “And why does it make sense just to move in with you? Ever thought there’s maybe, oh, I dunno, a better way of asking me to move in with you? What if I wanted to stay here? Would you give up your place to move in with me?”

  His brows bunch together as if the thought never occurred to him. Or maybe he’s confused and wondering what the hell he’s doing with a woman who has the tendency to turn into a raving lunatic at the drop of a hat—or a stupid comment from her boyfriend.

  I’m too far gone now to admit that fact though, so I hold my ground and keep on trucking. “Maybe if you don’t like it so much, you shouldn’t stay here so freaking much.”

  “But you’re here,” he deadpans, squaring his shoulders and reaching out for me.

  “Oh, no. You’re not manhandling me into submission. Not this time, buddy.” I walk around the couch, thankful I hadn’t changed into my laze-around-the-house clothes, and grab my keys off the side table, swiping my purse as I move toward my front door. My somewhat-creaky-with-a-little-bit-of-paint-peeling-off door.

  “I’m going out. Close the door behind you when you leave my horrible house!” I snap, my voice breaking as those fucking hormones of mine spin on a dime and totally unnecessary tears sting my eyes. Not wanting to subject Jase to any more of what I know is complete and utter nonsense, I turn the knob and walk out the door, slamming it behind me to keep up appearances. Before pulling out of the parking lot outside my building, I flick Mia a warning text, giving her a rundown and telling her I’m coming over, and for Matt to get off then get off of her.

  Mia is sitting sideways on her sofa when Matt lets me in. I glare at him, which just earns a chuckle.

  “Sorry, I’m annoyed at the entire male race, and since you have a dick, you’re included in that discrimination.”

  He holds his hands up in surrender, his lips twitching as he closes the door behind me and walks over to the kitchen counter. “I really don’t need to hear whatever this freak-out is about, so how about I go to the store and get some ice cream?”

  I stare at him like the eighth wonder of the world has just appeared right in front of me. “Who are you, and where is the king of mating?”

  “Apparently, Legs has rubbed off on me,” he says, grinning at Mia, easing my mood ever so slightly.

  “TMI, dude. She may tell
me most things, but that is a step too far,” I say with a smirk.

  “If she tells you most things, then you’d already know that there isn’t much of me she hasn’t rubbed up against.” He crosses the living room to Mia and bends down as she looks up, her eyes soft and gooey. I avert my eyes while he devours her goodbye. When they come up for air, they’re both grinning like loons.

  “Cookie dough please,” she asks sweetly.

  “Like you need to tell me that,” he says against her lips. “See you soon.” Moving towards the entrance, he swings open the front door, disappearing through it. As soon as he’s gone Mia shoots me a stern look telling me it’s time to spill.

  “So, you have an emergency. What gives, because I know you’d never break the code and come between your bestie and an orgasm if it wasn’t serious.”

  Meanwhile, ten minutes away from all of this…

  Jase: Sorry if my girl cock-blocked you.

  Matt: Thankfully we’d finished, but thanks for the heads up, asshole.

  Jase: Given we’re both likely to screw up often, we should come up with a code word warning system.

  Matt: Good idea. We’ll talk about it at work. BTW, I’m going out to buy the women ice cream.

  Jase: Nat likes cookie dough. Especially when she’s got PMS.

  Matt: Who the fuck are you and where is my best friend?

  Jase: Says the guy driving to get the ice cream.

  “He starts picking apart my apartment.”

  Mia tilts her head, her eyes narrowed on me as I continue.

  “He tried to pull the ‘princess’ crap too. Like calling me that would make it all better. And I knew if he touched me, I’d melt, so I stood my ground and told him I loved my place, and if he didn’t like being there, he could leave.”

  Her eyes go wide then she bursts out laughing at me, which just grinds my gears even more. God, is this PMS, or am I just a crazy bitch because Mia never annoys me when she’s giving me a taste of my own usual medicine?