Page 87 of The Games We Play

She takes her mouth off my dick, and I groan. “Magic?” she asks.

“Yeah. Fucking magic.” I flop my head back on the pillow as Iris goes to town. She gets braver, taking my dick deeper until I feel the back of her throat. For a second, I wonder if she’s got it in her to try to deepthroat me, but she doesn’t. We can work on that another day.

I place my thumb on the hinge of her jaw so I can feel the bones move as she takes me inside. She slurps, and it’s the hottest fucking sound. I’m sure my pre-cum is mixed with her saliva at this point. A part of me in her.

“Fuck.” I hiss as I realize I’m about to come. “Iris.”

She moves her mouth just in time as thick spurts land all over my stomach and chest. My head spins as I suck in air. Jesus. Considering how hard I came last night, I’m surprised to feel the same kind of intensity again now. And just with her mouth.

And then I realize it’s not the how or how often, it’s the who.

I close my eyes for a moment, and then I feel the scrape of the towel on my abs. When I open them, Iris is cleaning me up. After reaching for her good wrist, I tug her forward, then cup the back of her neck and kiss her soundly. She tastes of me. Smells of me too. It’s fucking hot, and I can feel my just-drained dick stirring again.

“Magic,” I mutter against her lips, and she smiles, making it impossible to kiss her. Her stomach grumbling breaks the silence. “Need to get some food in you.”

“In fairness, I think I’d appreciate that more than you trying to putthatin me.” She looks down at my dick and giggles.

Fucking giggles.

I grab her just to fucking hug her, which, I know, is not like me.

I don’t cuddle. Or giggle. Or let the woman I’m with decide when I have sex, because no one controls my dick.

But for her?

Fuck me.

Yeah, I'll do all of it.

When we’re dressed, I lead her to the kitchen.

“Want to make coffee while I search for some food to cook?” she asks.

I was going to offer to make her pancakes, but I like the idea of her cooking for me. Some of the guys are milling about in the kitchen. “Sure thing. Have at it, little chick.” I let go of her hand as she walks to the refrigerator.

“Little chick,” Niro mutters with a laugh.

I punch him in the shoulder so hard he falls off his chair and slides three feet back on the tiled floor.

King laughs, then raises his palms. “Not laughing at the adorable name of your woman.”

“Better fucking not be.”

“Just laughing at the way Niro’s head flopped back as he flew.”

Vex covers his mouth with his hand as he laughs.

“Fuck you, Spark,” Niro says as he climbs up and dusts himself off.

“Does anybody else want frittata if I make some?” Iris asks, her hand on my back.

“If I knew what a frittata was, I might,” Vex answers.

Iris looks up at me. “Always teaching each other, right?” The grin says she’s referring to edging, and I fist her hair before kissing her hard.

I hear the guys make gagging noises and groans, so I flip them the bird.

When I let her go, she turns to Vex. “It’s like an omelet, only it’s baked.”