Page 35 of Game Point (Game, Set, and Match #2)

He felt like heaven, every movement driving me closer to the edge. He teased a finger at my entrance before, achingly slowly, pushing inside, wasting no time as he fucked me with his mouth and hand.

We couldn’t even make it to the bedroom.

Tighter and tighter I was wound, my hand sliding under my T-shirt, finger teasing at my nipple.

Oliver worked another finger into me, my legs moving over his shoulders to allow more access.

He knew what he was doing, knew exactly where to lick, where to suck, the right speed to give me pleasure, but not too much.

I came so hard, we both almost fell off the stairs, my body arching higher, a mix of cursing and his name leaving my mouth. I lay limbless, unable to move as my body rattled for a full breath, waves still tingling at my nerves.

‘Oh, Dylan darling,’ Oliver chuckled, ‘don’t think we are done here.’

His arms pulling me back against his body, my legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. The warmth of his body radiated comfort into every one of my aching muscles. He carried me up the rest of the stairs, turning the corner along the hall, heading into my room.

‘So, this is what your room looks like,’ he hummed. I enjoyed the rumble of his voice in his chest, every vibration and movement of his body against me. I’d never felt like this with anyone, needy for physical contact and aftercare. ‘It’s messier than I thought.’

Over his shoulder, I eyed the few piles of clothing that had been forming on the floor. ‘The washing machine isn’t working.’

‘It is working.’ He laid me down in the middle of the bed. The soft sheets were a comfort against my skin, sensitive from the sensory overload. ‘You don’t know how to work it. I swear, if you hadn’t hired that cleaner to come over every few days, we’d be living in squalor.’

He eased himself beside me, his lips softly kissing along my arms.

‘Squalor,’ I repeated, mocking his accent. ‘So old-timey British of you.’ I eased an eye open, finding him pulled back, sitting on his knees beside me, a bemused expression across his features, an eyebrow arched.

‘That’s the King’s English you’re making fun of there.’ His eyes rolled as he dipped again, lips continuing their journey up to my shoulders, across my collarbone, up my throat, his stubble rough against my skin.

‘It’s fun to tease,’ I grinned at him. ‘You’d know all about that.’

His smile was cruel. ‘I’m not done yet either.’

I groaned in argument, not sure how much more I could take. The stairs had been more than anything I’d ever experienced, leaving me needy and wet.

Fuck waiting. Fuck savouring. I was ready to be greedy.

Taking in a deep breath, I pushed myself up, hooking a leg over, pulling myself so I was on top. My hands pressed into the mattress on either side of his neck, trapping him.

‘You are wearing far too many clothes.’ I smiled down at him, my still sensitive core finding the perfect amount of contact against his crotch.

What was he hiding under all these layers?

His eyes lit up. ‘Well, now you’ve trapped me.’ He pushed up, pretending to try to escape. ‘How on earth will I undress?’ Oliver pouted.

‘I can help with that.’ I found the buttons of his shirt, undoing each one, a trail of kisses following down his sculped chest. Every time I revealed more skin, I grew hungrier for the taste of him.

When the shirt was open, I pulled it down, allowing him access to pull the material off.

I promptly threw it far across the room.

‘Satisfied now?’ he grinned, leaning back on his elbows.

I bit my lips, shaking my head. ‘Not quite.’

‘Well, we can’t have that.’ His voice was a croon, every inch of his bare skin a tease. I wanted to run my tongue up and down his chest, feel every curve of his well-defined chest, travel further south and take him with my mouth.

He raised a hand, curling a finger. ‘Come here.’

I leaned forward to kiss him but he only laid back further. ‘I want your pretty pussy on my face, love.’

I hummed, pretending I wasn’t sure. Like, riding Oliver Anderson’s face wasn’t something I’d thought about day and night. Instead of doing as he said, I moved to the side, my fingers finding the zip to his shorts.

‘I have another idea in mind.’

‘Don’t tell me you’re afraid of suffocating me.’

‘No.’ I pulled at the material of his shorts. ‘Death by my pussy is probably such a wonderful way to go.’

‘That was exactly my thinking,’ he murmured, only half his attention on me. The other half was watching my hand as I slowly dipped under the elastic band of his briefs, my hand finding his cock.

It was everything I had wanted. And longer .

I watched his eyes roll backwards as I stroked him, his breathing turning laboured.

‘I still want you up here,’ he moaned.

‘Don’t worry, I’m comin’,’ I smirked, as I pulled at my pants, removing them completely. I slid up the mattress, turning and placing my knees either side of his face, but instead of sitting on him, I leaned forward, lowering my hips down to his mouth as I brought my own to his hard cock.

His tongue lapped at me, pleasure pushing strangled gasps from my lips. Trying to focus, I took his cock in my mouth, my hand at its base as I licked and sucked at the tip, his own groans vibrating up my centre.

When I was done teasing, I worked his length with both my mouth and fist, trying to take as much of the girth between my lips.

Every few moments, Oliver pulled my attention, sucking or licking in a way that had me losing my concentration, distracted by whatever he was doing.

And in turn I rewarded him, taking his length deeper.

We both moaned, teasing each other. I pulled forward, sick of waiting, needing far more.

‘Do you have a condom?’ I asked, still catching my breath.

He bit his lip sadly, shaking his head. ‘I don’t really do this kind of thing.’

‘What? Sex?’

‘No.’ His immediate denial forced a laugh from me. ‘It’s just … been a while,’ he explained.

‘Have there been others since …?’ As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them. ‘Sorry, I don’t know if I should’ve asked that,’ I apologized, trying to not ruin the mood with a stupid mention of his ex.

‘It’s fine to ask.’ He pushed up from the bed, sitting up slightly ‘There were others. I did the single thing for a little while after. Hooked up with a few other women on the circuit, but it’s been a few months since I did anything like that. I needed some time.’

I considered his words, an annoying tinge of jealousy at the mention of others. But it was a good reminder that despite everything, he was not mine after tonight.

‘I’ve always dated casually.’ It was probably an unnecessary detail, given how we met. ‘But we always wore protection, and with the regular health checks.’

‘Same here.’

‘I think …’ I trailed off as I pushed myself off the bed. I stretched up, only looking back at Oliver to see him checking out my bare ass, a cocky smirk growing across his lips. I found the box and pulled it down from the shelf.

My cheeks burned with the reminder of the embarrassment this box had caused me, but I pushed through, finding what I was looking for.

‘There’s a choice.’ I held up the first two condoms I could find, one blue and one yellow. ‘Banana or bubble-gum.’

Oliver threw his head back, his brilliant laugh filling the room. He gazed up at me, his eyes bright.

‘Does it matter?’

I shrugged, pulling out a bottle of lube, putting the box back in the cupboard. ‘Probably not.’

I threw the blue metallic square on the bedside cabinet, keeping the yellow between my fingers. Allowing myself a moment, I took in the sight of him lying on my mattress, one arm propping his head up, the other lying by his side.

God, he looked good. Athletes had always been my type, but this man was something special, his body moulded by years of training on the court, his handsome face impossible to deny. And now I was looking at him, I wasn’t sure how I’d managed to hold back from jumping his bones for so long.

‘I want to see you touch yourself,’ I softly instructed, his smile only increasing. Without question, his hand found his cock and began to pull, his eyes stuck to me the entire time.

Reaching the end of the bed, I ran my fingers up the bed frame, feeling that pull inside of me grow tighter as I watched him. He looked like some kind of god, his hand moving slowly but squeezing tight on himself, as if this was how he liked it. Slow and deep.

Climbing onto the mattress, I crawled past his calves, towards his thighs that looked like they were sculpted from marble. I kissed my way up the thick, hard muscle, his hand still tugging at himself. Still grinning, I tossed the condom to him, the foil landing flatly on his chest.

He rasped a laugh, ‘You went for the banana one?’

‘It felt apt.’ I joked, breathing deeply, waves of lust crashing into me. I needed him, wanted him. ‘Put it on.’

His smile twisted a little, that cocky demeanour rearing its head. ‘You’re rather bossy.’

I leaned forward to kiss the top of his thigh, the line of his hip. ‘Would you rather I was more submissive? A pretty little thing for you to use?’

‘I don’t think you have a submissive bone in your body.’ He gasped as my hand found his, urging it away from his cock.

‘You’d be right about that.’ I ran my tongue up his length, listening to his heavy breathing, even a moan escaping him. He was as wound up as I was.

‘Headstrong and bratty, that’s you,’ he hissed.

I chuckled, my lips kissing his sensitive skin. ‘Well, you’re practically sunshine and rainbows and a little cocky.’

‘Only a little?’ he asked. ‘Love, you know it’s not little,’ he teased, the evidence in my own hand, pulling at its length.

‘Maybe I’m being a brat again.’

‘Absolutely.’ He adjusted below me, his arms pushing his body up from the bed. His hand went to my jaw, running under my chin, guiding my gaze back to his. ‘You still want this?’

‘More than fucking anything,’ I answered immediately. ‘You?’

He let out a heavy breath, his head shaking. ‘I want to watch you ride my cock, love.’ His expression turned pained, smirk wavering. ‘Put me out of my misery.’

This time, I was done waiting. I took the condom, tearing the package open with my teeth, Oliver’s breath hitching as I did.

I rolled it down his cock, my body growing desperate again for the sensation of him filling me up.

I grabbed the lube, squirted some of the contents onto my hand, and transferred it to the outside of the silicon, watching as his eyes rolled back under my touch.

‘Dylan,’ he hissed. ‘Please.’

I loved hearing him beg.

Moving on top of him, his cock lined up, I leaned forward, my lips meeting his, taking a moment to enjoy the kiss while my hand worked his cock again, the tip rubbing against me.

One push. That’s all it would take and I’d know what it was like to have him inside me.

I ached for him, for that feeling. But God, it was fun to tease him.

I slowly sank my hips back, my eyes closing as I felt the tender stretch as I took him in. My hands pressed into my chest, fingers splayed as I rolled my head back. We both moaned loudly as I eased down his length, pausing to allow myself to adjust.

‘You tease,’ a strangled plea escaped his lips. I moved up, teasing him further. His gaze caught mine, his eyes glassy and filled with despair.

I eased further down, hissing through my teeth as I bottomed out, his entire cock feeling impossibly good inside of me. This is where he belonged . We began to move, slowly at first, his hips rising to meet mine, our bodies crashing into each other.

‘Fuck,’ I breathed, every grind causing a wave of satisfaction to ripple through my body, the need to go harder, faster, growing more intensely. I wanted all of him, every inch, for every second of the day. ‘You make me feel so full.’

‘You feel like heaven,’ he said, his hands on my hips, guiding my movements. I kept a hand on his chest, but the other found my nipple, pulling and teasing the sensitive skin between my fingers. ‘I love when you play with yourself. You look so good.’

I grinned, every nerve ending in my body electrified as we continued moving together. His finger pressed on my clit, teasing me further. My movement intensified, grinding harder and faster as I became desperate to find the edge of pleasure. I wanted to come, and I wanted to come hard.

‘Keep going, love,’ Oliver continued, matching my rhythm. ‘You look pretty. All desperate to come all over my cock.’

His touch increased, pushing me harder, his other hand keeping me grinding low.

I threw my head back in pleasure, moaning uncontrollably.

Oliver reached up, his hand finding the back of my neck, pulling my body against his chest. There, he held me close, driving his hips into me harder, keeping the orgasm going.

‘Don’t stop,’ I managed, my mouth opening, running my teeth along the skin of his shoulder, biting lightly. I clung onto his body, every single movement of him causing another spark of pleasure within me. I couldn’t get enough.

‘Wasn’t planning on it,’ he groaned below me. We stayed like this, lost in each other’s bodies. Before he moaned again, ‘I’m gonna … I can’t hold it …’

‘Come for me, baby,’ I crooned into his ear. His response was immediate, his body shivering as he grunted. I wanted to hear that noise over and over. When he was finished, he gasped, his rigid body relaxing under my weight.

Gazing down at him, I gently traced his slacked jaw, his eyes softly closed, his eyelashes full and dark. He was beautiful.

‘That was incredible.’ His voice was thick as he spoke, his eyes still closed.

‘ Was ?’ I kissed a line along his collarbone. ‘We still have all night.’

‘You’re right,’ he said, his eyes easing open to find me. ‘Let’s not waste any of it.’

His arm wrapped back around my waist, pulling me close, before flipping over, both of us rolling across the mattress.

He was on top for about three seconds before I slipped off the edge, my body falling into the pile of clothes on the floor.

Oliver managed to catch himself before crushing me.

I laughed hard, unable to hold it back. His expression changed from concern, breaking with laughter.

That’s how we spent the rest of the night, fucking on any surface we could, touching and licking and enjoying every part of each other, chasing the sunrise for whatever pleasure we could get, until exhaustion took us from each other.