Page 47 of Game Point (Game, Set, and Match #2)

His eyes narrowed. ‘Is that sparkly?’

‘Yup,’ I beamed, looking at the clear silicon dildo. ‘It lights up too. I thought you’d like it given the Twilight thing.’

Oliver moved the box out of the way, placing it on the floor. ‘That’s not a thing. I just like the films.’

I pushed back against the headboard to sit upright.

His eyes burned into me as he lay down on his side at the end of the bed, his head propped up on his arm.

His free hand went to his cock, pulling it from his shorts, and gently moving his grip along it.

I bit my lip, lost for a moment, fascinated by the movement. He was so fucking hot.

He nodded his head, ‘Touch yourself.’

I kept my eyes on him, sliding down the bed, and turned the vibrator on, easing it inside my pants, holding it to my clit as it buzzed. My other hand went to my breast, teasing my body further.

‘God,’ Oliver worked himself harder, his eyes looking at me with a mix of wonderment and burning lust. ‘You look fucking good.’

Oliver pushed up, peeling his clothes off, giving me a full view of his perfect body. He returned to his position, continuing to fuck himself, his eyes on me.

‘Getting hot are we?’ I teased.

‘I thought I’d give you a better view.’ And what a view it was.

His well-sculpted chest was as enjoyable a sight as his playing with his cock was.

It took considerable strength not to ease over to him, place my lips on any bare skin, trail down and taste him for myself.

I wanted to record this view of him, use it to get myself off.

I’d never get out of bed again. I increased the vibrator.

His eyes travelled up my body. ‘Strip for me.’

I sent him a crooked smile as I crooned, ‘You’re very demanding tonight.’

‘I’m getting too used to you following my orders.’ The way he kept stroking his cock made him look like a work of art, like it should be a scene in an oil painting. I’d buy every copy.

‘That’s out on the court.’ I shook my head. ‘I don’t do what anyone tells me here.’

‘You don’t really do that out there either,’ he joked, and I forced fake horror at his accusation. His head tilted, a moment of softness sneaking through the domineering mask he’d been trying on. ‘I want to see all of you, Dylan.’

There was something about his tone that had me complying when usually I’d playfully bite back, make him undress me.

But I wanted to give him what he wanted.

I pulled my toy out, my hands finding the bottom of my oversized T-shirt, slowly pulling it over my head.

When I looked back at him, his eyes were transfixed on me.

‘Gorgeous,’ he said, his throat sounding dry. Oliver swallowed, ‘Now your pants.’

I faked a tsk. ‘There you go, barking orders again.’ But I still obeyed, fingers hooking under the elastic of my pants, pulling the thin material down my thighs, making as much of a show of it for him as I could.

The way he tracked my every movement left me feeling powerful, like he was caught under my spell.

I was the only thing he needed, a black hole swallowing up all his attention, and I wanted to revel in it.

‘I want to see you play with your perfect cunt.’ If there was one man that could make me blush with a compliment of my pussy, it was going to be Oliver Anderson.

I leaned back, trailing my fingertips up my bare thighs, tracing up the stretch marks there, feeling the ripple of soft skin, knowing no matter what, I had his full focus. He’d told me what to do, but I was still in control, teasing him.

‘You like when I touch myself here?’ I asked, fingers delicately finding my clit, rubbing slow, aching circles there.

‘I love it.’

I moved my hands further down, finding my entrance. ‘And here?’ I added, dipping a finger in. My eyes ached to close, tightness building in my core from the tension.

‘I never want to see you doing anything else,’ he said, before the tether on his self-control snapped.

His hands pulled gently at my legs, as he slid across the bed.

He turned me to face the mirror hanging on the wall, his chest at my back.

‘Watch yourself. I want you to understand why I’m fucking obsessed. ’

He sat behind me, my body using his as support as I continued, both of us hypnotized by our reflection, a hand playing with my sensitive nipple, teasing in the way Oliver already knew I’d enjoy. He was right. It was fucking hot.

He shifted behind me, his hand curling around to pass me the small purple vibrator. Without saying a word, I turned it on again, holding it against my clit as my fingers continued to work. His head rested on my shoulder, taking in the sight before him. ‘Can I use the dildo on you?’ he asked.

I swore at the very idea, sure that this was how I’d die. Death by pleasure. What a wonderful way to go. I nodded enthusiastically. Oliver shifted again, planting a soft kiss on the top of my shoulder as he grabbed the dildo and covered it in lube.

Replacing my own hand, he lined it to my entrance, teasing me with its head. I squirmed in his arms, rubbing his own tight cock from behind me. As much as I wanted him to fuck me with this toy, I was dying to have him inside of me, soaking through the bedsheets in anticipation.

How had we wasted all this time?

He pushed the dildo in, but only just, allowing me a moment to stretch to the width. My body felt like it had been lit on fire, a desperation clawing under my skin that would only be satisfied by him. But then instead of pushing it further, he teased me, shallowly fucking me with the tip only.

My head tilted back, breathless, pleading moans escaping me. I closed my eyes, managing to regain some control. If he was going to edge me, then I’d have to drive him just as crazy. ‘Do you think about it? That night?’

His voice was a low, seductive hum behind me. ‘It’s impossible not to.’

A hand moved from my nipple to my throat, gently wrapping under my chin. Softly, he guided my attention from looking down to the mirror. He kissed behind my ear, before whispering, ‘I told you to watch yourself.’

Staring back at me was a mess of a woman. Legs spread; a god of a man behind her; his hands between her thighs, pushing a toy deeper into her. I swore again, my eyes rolling back in my skull as I stretched further to take the toy, Oliver unrelenting until the entire girth of it was inside of me.

‘Do you want to know how many nights I got myself off thinking about you?’ I asked, desperate to regain control as I bucked my hips against the toys, the vibrator still buzzing at my clit.

‘Probably the same amount that I did remembering how good you taste.’ Oliver’s head moved again, trailing kisses up and down my neck, sucking at the skin. ‘I want to be inside you.’

‘You said you wanted to watch, remember.’

He continued his work with the toy inside of me, moving it, fucking me expertly with it. With every inch, I grew more desperate for him to be between my legs, frenzied for the feel of his cock inside me again.

‘Don’t you want me, Dylan?’ he asked, his eyes catching with mine in the reflection of the mirror. ‘Or do you want me to keep fucking you with your toy?’

‘Fuck yes, I want you,’ I answered, unable to keep my grip on my own control. ‘But I love that this is torture for you.’

His head dipped as he groaned, his teeth finding my skin, carefully biting. I hoped it marked the skin, prayed that in the morning I’d see the imprint of his teeth and know this all really did happen.

‘Stop being mean to me,’ he begged.

‘No.’ I swallowed, my hips continuing to buck against him, feeling how hard he was for me. I closed my eyes, remembering how it would feel to have him inside me, taking every inch with pleasure. ‘Maybe you’ll think twice about running me ragged doing footwork drills.’

‘This is payback?’

I grinned back at his reflection. ‘You bet, Coach Anderson.’

His gaze turned devilish, a smirk twisting on his perfect lips. I had the striking feeling like all of this had been only a starter. And he was about to feast on the main course. ‘If my player is acting like a brat, then I’m going to treat them like a brat.’

I bit down on my tongue, trying not to come from his words alone. ‘You can try. But I give as well as I get,’ I warned, staring back at him.

It felt like the rug had been pulled from under me as in one quick motion, he pulled out the toy. I gasped. My core tightened as a sudden rush of loss slammed into me.

Then, holding my gaze in the mirror, he took the dildo, raised it to his mouth, and cleaned it with his tongue. I would’ve come on sight if I hadn’t felt like I’d had a bucket of cold water thrown over me with the loss between my legs.

‘Lie on your front,’ he commanded, his tone leaving no space for any argument this time. ‘My brat doesn’t come until I say she does. Do you understand?’

Holding two fingers to my forehead, I saluted. ‘Aye aye, sir.’

A grin broke out on his lips, a gasped laugh as he shook his head, probably asking himself what else he could’ve expected from me.

And as much as I wanted to be that person you can’t boss about and stick to my earlier words, his proposition sounded too damn good to deny.

Slowly, I moved, his eyes tracking every inch of my body.

I slid down the cover, the soft material rubbing against my skin as I eased down to be flat on my chest. I felt vulnerable, exposed, giving up control like this.

But for him, I’d let him have this. I wanted this for him.

I heard him moving behind me, the anticipation sending my body needy for his touch. The bed dipped as he eased on top, his body lined up on top of mine.

‘You are so beautiful.’ Shivers ran down my spine as he kissed my shoulder. ‘Every single inch of you.’ He eased down, his lips leaving a trail of kisses as he moved, every single one of them like an electric shock against my skin.