Page 26 of The Game Plan

Dex is too perceptive not to notice. With slow, sure strokes, he runs his hands down my sides, back up to my cheeks, soothingme, slowing me down. He kisses me as if it’s the most absorbing thing in the world.

His touch, the way he tastes me like fine wine or sweet cream, settles into my bones, makes my flesh hot and heavy. I growlanguid under his care.

The tip of his tongue traces the corner of my mouth, the edge of my lips. I’m so sensitive there now, the touch shimmers overmy skin, down to my sex. Breathing hard, I turn my face toward his, open my lips wider, silently begging for more of his torture.

Large hands frame my face, hold me still while he sips at my mouth.

The rough of his beard tickles my throat as he moves downward, stopping to suck the spot where my neck meets my shoulders.

“You taste so good, Cherry.” He licks me again. “Like wet dreams.”

His muscles shift and bunch under my grip. I clutch him close, open my thighs to him so he can lie between them. Dex grunts,grinding his massive cock against me as if he can’t help it.

More. I need more.

He does too. His hands gather up my shirt, pulling it over my head with an impatient tug. “Let me see you.” His finger flicksopen the front clasp of my bra before he smooths his rough palm under the cup and along my breast. “Let me touch you.”

I groan, arching up, desperate to wiggle out of the bra. He helps pull it free.

Dex kisses me once, almost distracted, then his gaze moves to my chest, a lock of hair falling over his brow as he looks down.

“Mmm,” he hums, rubbing the flat of his palm in a circle over my chest. “There they are.”

He captures the stiff tip of my nipple between his fingers and gives it a tweak, tugging a little. And I moan, the actionsending heat punching straight to my clit.

“You like that?” He does it again, lingering longer before swooping down to suck my abused nipple deep into his warm mouth.

God. My hands grip his hair, holding him there as he sucks and tugs, his wet tongue flicking over me. He plumps my breastwith his fingers, sucks me again. The way he goes at me is almost single-minded, as if the world could fall apart around usand he wouldn’t stop. It is so fucking hot I can barely breathe.

Big hands cup my breasts, kneading and playing with them. And all the while he licks my nipples. Sucks and nips at them untilI’m writhing beneath him, desperate for some relief, for him to sink his cock into me. I make a sound of impatience, but hesimply lifts his head and stares, rapt, at my chest.

“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” he rasps. “Look at you, all pretty and flushed and panting.” He presses the tip of histhumb against my nipple, making me whimper. “Will you come like this? From me playing with your tits?”

I just might. “Dex—”

“Ethan,” he says. “When I have my mouth on you, it’s Ethan.”

Then he puts his mouth on mine, claims it like he already owns it. I shiver, lick my way across his upper lip before kissinghim long, deep. He shivers then too.

“Ethan,” I say, just to give him what he wants. “Ethan.”

He kisses me, a rhythmic undulation, his tongue slowly thrusting in and out of my mouth, his fingers worrying my nipple, pluckingat it, flicking it in a way that’s almost crude.

It’s too much.

“Touch my pussy,” I demand against his lips. I’m almost halfway to coming as it is. “Touch it.”

I feel his smile.

“Is it wet?” His hand slides down my bare stomach.

“Fucking dripping,” I pant, kissing his cheek, the corner of his eye, his mouth again.

He slips beneath my panties, and I’m so worked up, so hot, that I arch off the bed, a strangled groan tearing from me as hisblunt fingers ease over my slick flesh.

The world tilts on its axis. Dizzy, I grab on to his rock-hard shoulders.

His breath fans my face, his lips just grazing mine as he watches me. I stare back, unable to move—to fucking breathe—as hisfingers slip-slide and circle my sex. His touch is messy. No finesse, just pure, methodical greed.