Page 19 of The Game Plan (Game On #3)

Dex

Fantasy and reality are never the same. I’ve fantasized about Fiona Mackenzie’s mouth sucking on my dick more times than I

should admit. Never once did I get it right.

I didn’t want to recall those vague, fractured memories I had of the only other girl who’d performed that service for me those

many years ago. They had no place being anywhere near the vicinity of Fi. Which meant I’d only had my imagination to go on.

My imagination is a weak bitch compared to the reality of Fi’s warm, silken mouth, the way her delicate hands glide over me,

stroking and petting as if my pleasure, my need , is all that matters.

It cuts me off at the knees. I want to fall at her feet and confess my undying devotion. If this is what a blow job reduces

me to, I can’t even think of what finally sinking into her sweet body will do. I’ll probably have a fucking aneurysm or something.

As it is, I’m panting as if I’ve run thirty drills in a row. Sweat slicks my skin, makes my jeans damp and clingy around my

thighs. I want them off. Everything off. Nothing between us now.

Truth is, I’m a fucking mess. My hands are clumsy and shaking as I reach for Fi, haul her up my chest so I can kiss her. She

comes willingly, her lips parting, her tongue tangling with mine. She tastes of me, of herself, of us.

That we’ve become an us has my fingers threading through her hair, holding on tight. My kiss has no skill now. “I need you bare. I need to touch you.”

She nods, takes another kiss, fumbles to reach the hem of her sweater. I’m holding her too close, but I don’t want to let

go. I whip off her shirt, then sit back to shimmy out of my jeans.

“I didn’t want to come,” I tell her. It sounds like an accusation, but it really isn’t.

Coming in her mouth. Jesus, fuck. Just fuck. She’d sucked me down, her hot mouth tugging at my dick as if she needed it to

survive. It made me feel weak as hell and like a god among men. Because Fi had chosen me. Out of all prospects, she wanted

me.

“You’ll come again,” she assures, nibbling at my neck. “I just took the edge off.”

More like unleashed my primitive side that says, claim her now and do it hard .

Only I can’t seem to control my limbs. Hell, my cock is rising again. I’m pretty sure hard and ready is going to be its go-to

state for days.

She’s laughing now, her voice all soft and husky. I know it’s because I’m stuck in my jeans, the fabric snagged on my ankles.

Fi reaches out and pulls me free. I’m naked, and she’s not. This needs to be rectified.

“Off.” One swift tug and her skinny little jeans are sailing across the room.

“Whoa, Big Guy,” she says with another laugh, her green eyes dancing. “Hold on a sec.”

I’ve been holding on for twenty-four years. But I take a breath, make myself calm.

Whatever Fi wants, I’ll give her.

Swallowing with difficulty, I sit up, pressing my fists against my thighs so I don’t reach for her. Because she’s lovely,

sitting there in her lacy pink bra and panties.

She ducks her head, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “I have an IUD.”

“Really?” I probably shouldn’t say it like that, all shocked and shit, but I’m distracted, and it slips out. That sounds like

something a girl in a committed relationship gets. I hate the idea of Fi having been in a heavy relationship before me.

She gives me a look. “I know it sounds... extreme. But after Ivy...” She bites her lip and shrugs. “I just wanted to

be extra careful.”

I nod because now I get it. Ivy and Gray got pregnant their senior year of college. It wasn’t planned, and then Ivy miscarried.

It tore Gray up, and I spent many a night with him and Drew playing video games and basically distracting the guy. Later,

when they were married and became pregnant again, Gray was a nervous wreck until Ivy reached her second trimester and he could

actually see a sonogram of a live and healthy baby kicking around in her womb. I can imagine Fi witnessed a lot of Ivy’s pain

as well.

Gently, I rest my hand on her bare thigh and rub it. “Okay.”

Fi puts her hand on mine. “I’m healthy. Got tested after my last boyfriend. I have an email of my results.”

She moves to reach for her phone, but I stop her with a touch to her shoulder.

“I believe you.”

Oddly, she frowns. “You shouldn’t. Don’t believe what any girl tells you out of hand. There are too many liars and cheats

gunning for professional athletes. Hell, you should check to make sure I have an IUD—”

I kiss her. No tongue, just a pressing of my lips to hers to stop her word spew. She blinks up at me when I pull away.

“Cherry, it’s just you and me. Stop talking crazy about other girls. I trust you, and I don’t really give a shit if you think

I shouldn’t.”

Her lips purse, but she’s fighting a smile. “So touchy.”

“Yeah, well, it pisses me off when you imagine me with other women.”

“The thought pisses me off too, Big Guy.”

“Good.” I caress the tight little corner of her mouth with my thumb. “Now, is all this your way of saying you don’t want to

use a condom?”

The thought does funny things to my insides. Makes me think about forever and exclusivity and finally being inside Fi.

“You’re grinning,” she points out.

“I am.” I grin some more, kiss the fragrant curve of her neck.

Fi tilts her head to give me room. “It’s your first time, Ethan. You ought to get the full experience.”

Delicately as I can, I run the tip of my tongue up her neck, loving the way she shivers. When I reach her mouth, I dip in

to snatch a taste, and she moans, opening wider. God, she’s delicious.

Mine. All mine.

My fingers thread through her hair, holding on tight. “Can I have the full experience now?”

She chuckles, the sound muffled against my lips, and her arms wrap around my neck to bring me closer. “You can have it all,

Ethan.”

“Be warned, Cherry, I’m going to take it.” With that, I swing her onto my lap. A flick of her bra snap and it slips off. I palm her breasts, graze my lips over the stiff bud of her nipple before sucking it deep, taking as much of her breast into my mouth as I can.

Greedy, so greedy, for her .

I love the way she moans and pushes into my touch. I want more of her sounds. My teeth bite down, just enough to make her

feel it, make her squirm. Pain and pleasure.

I know how my confession must have sounded, how I’d pierced myself in the most painful place possible for the want of her.

But it wasn’t entirely impulsive. I’d known that eventually the pain would fade and there would be only pleasure. Added pleasure

for me and for whoever I was with.

Yeah, I’d been picturing Fi. Didn’t matter if I tried to move on. Eventually, my mind returned to Fiona. She’s my One, whether

I want her to be or not. But want her, I do. And now I’m going to have her. Like that, any lingering nerves about having sex

for the first time dissipate like fog in the sun.

Easing her back on the bed, I take hold of her panties. The journey that small scrap of silk takes down her legs seems endless.

Torture.

Fi only chuckles, kicks her panties aside. I’ve never met a girl like her. She isn’t shy, yet she doesn’t preen. She knows

I’m dying to see her. It’s clear in the way she lies back, one arm draped over her head, the other resting on my shoulder.

In the way she looks up at me as if to say, I’m yours, do as you wish .

A breath gusts out of my mouth. I’m shaking like a leaf. Sweat covers my skin, makes me shiver even more. And yet I’m so fucking

hot I can barely breathe.

I can’t stop stroking her curves, her skin so smooth and soft I could touch her forever.

Can’t stop staring at the deep rose tips of her nipples, at pert, creamy breasts that fit perfectly in the palm of my hand.

At the dip of her waist and wide swells of her hips.

The little triangle of golden curls, the exact shade of spun sugar.

She is so gorgeous, so perfect, my chest feels like it might cave in.

Her plump lips curl in a smile. “Now, I know even a virgin football player has to have seen his share of naked women.”

She’s right. Girls aren’t shy around star athletes. I’ve seen plenty of them. In all sorts of shapes, sizes and colors.

“I can’t be that different,” she says.

My hand stills on the curve of her hip, at the spot where it sweeps down to her luscious ass. “You are.”

A little furrow works between her brows, and I lean down to press my lips there. “You’re mine. That makes all the difference

in the world.”

I can feel her smile. She cups the back of my neck, runs her fingers down my skin, sending lightning strikes of heat along

my back. “Take me, Ethan.”

I’m not even conscious of moving, but I’m kissing her, deep and hard, like I need her to breathe. Soft lips, warm, wet mouth.

My tongue dips in again, again, needing more. I move over her, my hips settling between her legs.

Hell, she’s so much smaller than me, delicate and breakable. I don’t want to crush her, but she spreads her thighs wider,

sighing into my mouth as she does it, and I just want to press into her until every inch of my skin covers hers.

My cock is so hard it hurts, nestled along the slick channel between her legs. I can’t help but move my hips, slip-slide and

grind against her sweet pussy. But it’s not enough. I want in. It’s pure aggression, this need.

Gritting my teeth, I rest my weight on my elbows and peer down at her. “Okay?”

I don’t know if I’m asking her or asking myself. I’m shaking again. Always shaking with this girl. She could slash me in two with a word, a look, and she doesn’t know it.

Or maybe she does. Her smile is tender as she brushes back the tangle of my damp hair hanging around my face. “Perfect, Ethan.”

I force a breath into my lungs, then cant my hips, lifting back enough that the aching tip of my cock finds her opening. So

warm and slick. I swallow convulsively, my heart threatening to pound its way out of my chest.

“Fi,” I whisper, searching her eyes.

Her hand glides down my spine to my ass, clutches tight, urging me to move. And then I’m pushing in and in. And in.

A groan tears from me, so ragged it sounds like I’m in pain, when really, I’m in heaven. Tight, wet, hot heaven. I think I

sob. I don’t know. My only thought is more . And now .

I push until she’s too tight to get any farther. Then pull back.

Holy sweet hell. The glide out is almost as good. Only, fuck, I need to thrust again. And harder. Get deeper. I work my way

in, fighting for every inch and loving every fucking second of it.

Beneath me, Fi’s eyes flutter closed, her slim back arching up toward me. She’s fragile beneath me. And yet, God, the way

she spreads her legs wider, the little whimpers and gasps for air, like she’s desperate for me to give it to her hard. It

takes all my will not to pound into her like a beast. Because I need to know for sure.

“Good?” I whisper, my voice raw in my throat as I pant, my arms braced at her sides and shaking.

“So... very...” She swallows hard, rocks her hips, working herself on to me.

Tight, so tight. Slick walls squeeze me. My dick throbbing and stiff, nudges just a bit deeper. “You like being stuffed full

of my cock?”

“Fuck yes.” The hard points of her nipples brush against my chest. “More,” she says. “More.”

I give it to her. Pumping through the perfect clench of her pussy. Until I bottom out. For a second I hold perfectly still,

my entire body straining against hers. I close my eyes, clench my teeth. Shivering heat licks along my skin. My dick pulses

so hard, I feel the shock waves in my ass, down my thighs.

Don’t come. Don’t you fucking come.

I take a breath, and it burns through my lungs.

Then she touches me, the brush of her fingers tracing my cheek. “Ethan.”

I find her gazing up at me, her cheeks flushed and dewy with sweat. So beautiful I can’t speak.

Her thumb caresses my skin. “Now, baby.”

A groan rips from me. I lose myself, thrusting with blind need. And it feels so good, so fucking good, my entire body ignites.

I can’t help glancing down, watching myself—harder than I’ve ever been and glistening with her sweet slickness—tunnel in and

out of her tight clasp.

The sight sends my awareness into overdrive, has me pushing harder, loving her with my entire body.

But I need to do right by her. “Tell me what to do,” I rasp against her mouth. “Tell me how to please you.”

She’s breathing light and fast, her arms limp around my shoulders. “What you’re doing now...” She shifts a little beneath

me, her brow furrowing in concentration. So fucking beautiful. “Push upward when you thrust. Right...” Her breath hitches when I comply. “Yes. Right there. There, Ethan.”

I do it again. Watching her. Loving the way her pretty face twists with pleasure, how she whimpers and pleads when I hit that

spot within her. And each time I do, my metal piercing shifts and pulls, sending ripples of pure feeling down my cock.

I fuck her until my balls draw up, pleasure coiling them so tight my spine tingles. “Cherry, I’m close. I don’t want to...” I thrust again and groan. Lust is like a thunderclap within me. “I don’t want to go without you.”

Her eyes are wide, dazed. “Suck my nipple and fuck me hard, Ethan.”

Jesus. I nearly come there and then.

Panting, I crane my neck, find the stiff bud of her nipple and pull it in deep. She moans, writhes against me like she wants

to get away. Only she’s grabbing my hair and tugging me closer as if she’s afraid I’ll stop. Not a chance.

I pound into her. Giving her more. Taking more.

Until Fi utters a cry, her slim body straining against mine. The walls of her sex clamp down tight, beginning to tug at my

dick in rhythmic pulses. And I lose it.

So good. So good, I can’t think. Her nipple pops free and my face burrows into the sweat-slick crook of her neck as I cry

out and pound into her until I come so hard, I can’t even remember my name.

Just hers.

“Fiona.”