Page 143 of Let the Game Begin

“God.” The arousal was so intense that it made me bow my back.

“I like tasting you, too,” he whispered, and I bent my knees, lifting my pelvis to meet his face. Even just the sound of his voice rendered me helpless and aroused.

I wanted him to talk forever.

His hands rose from my legs to my stomach to my breasts, he fondled them roughly then slowly reached back down. All the while, his tongue swirled languid and expert over me as I panted and fluttered against him.

Neil locked eyes with me, looking up from under his brown lashes. With his disheveled hair and his lips on my sex, he presented a magnificent picture. In an unconscious—or perhaps a little wicked—reflex, my thighs squeezed together, and I admired the image of his face framed between them. In answer, he moved his tongue so quick and obscene, as though to penetrate me with it.

“How do… How… Oh yeah, right there,” I babbled, sweating. My chest rose and fell in time with my ragged breaths as Neil devoured me in a frenzy, unceasing. I lost all track of time: my clit throbbed, my labia swelled, a consuming heat began to burn in a line from my toes to my chest, through the middle of me.

A violent tremor made all my muscles go rigid as I reached an intense, acute, immediate, and, above all else, passionate orgasm.

I tossed my head back into the pillow, gripping his hair, and a rainbow of colors blurred my vision as I came apart on his tongue.

Every part of me relaxed, and I swallowed hard as I watched his face slowly approach mine, staring down at me with those beautiful eyes.

“How was your flight, Tinkerbell?” He licked his lips, savoring the taste of me. Seeing his mouth all wet and swollen made me flush.

“Turns out I really like being a member of the mile-high club,” I said ironically, and he first frowned and then burst into laughter, making mychest vibrate with the sound. I’d never heard him laugh so heartily before. It was almost a tender moment.

Almost.

“You are adorable. An adorable virgin.” He smiled as he propped himself up on his elbows. His hair tickled my forehead, his chest pressed against my chest, and his erection twitched between my thighs. I could feel it hard there, and my desire for him was reignited.

Mine.

In that moment, he would be only mine.

I stared at his lips, gleaming with my fluids, and then lifted my face until I could pass my tongue over his mouth, rendering him speechless.

“You’re becoming bolder,” he answered in a guttural voice that sent a wave of pleasure through me.

“I’m learning from the best, apparently,” I answered, and he frowned, staring inexplicably at my cheek. I couldn’t always tell what he was thinking, and in that moment I definitely couldn’t.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank to pinpricks and the gold dominated his eyes, exposing all his confusion.

“You don’t think you can project all your fantasies about love onto me now that you don’t have a boyfriend, do you?” He lifted himself off me and grabbed my sides, flipping me over on my stomach. In less than a second, I found myself with my breasts pressed against the bedspread as his index finger tracing down my spine.

“And what if you’re the one fantasizing about a fairy-tale love with me?” I needled him.

I jolted as a loud slap landed hard on my butt cheek. I glanced at him over my shoulder, trying to make out his face, but all I could see was the toki on his right bicep.

“The only fairy tale I would imagine you in, Tinkerbell…” He lifted my hips, posing me on all fours in front of him. He stroked my butt cheeks with both hands, squeezing my flesh with zero delicacy. “Is the one where the prince gets to fuck the princess’s ass.” Then he bit me, and I could feel his teeth sinking into my flesh in the very same place where he’d slapped. Then he pulled his hands away from me, only to yank down his pants and boxers.

“Pervert,” I said, as I remained there, bent over and naked with my hair fluttering loose around me, just waiting for him to do what he wanted to me.

“You don’t find me romantic?” He rubbed between my thighs, and I could hear him laughing in a self-satisfied way.

Anything but. I wanted to answer but I couldn’t speak. I was embarrassed, even though Neil was so good at readying me that I wanted nothing more than to feel him moving inside me.

“Fuck, you want me, don’t you, baby?”

I just twisted to stare back at him. He ran a finger through my arousal, and then brought it to his lips, sucking it off like it was a rare delicacy.

I did want him; I wanted him so much I felt like I’d die from it. And I, too, could feel how wet and ready I was to take him.

I arched my back as his erection moved between my thighs again. “Condom,” I reminded him because we’d always skipped it previously.