Good Game (The System, #1) (35)
I pull back, looking at her. Her golden eyes are dripping with lust. I’m about to drag her into another kiss when her hand suddenly shoots up and grasps my jaw, pulling me hungrily into a new kiss. It’s fervent, desperate, delicious. A complete switch from the soft, lazy perusal of before. But I match her one for one, devouring her with equal ferocity. My little angel wants to dance with the devil.
Suddenly, she’s swinging one of her legs over my body, straddling my lap. I feel her against my dick and groan. Like the tease she is, she starts moving her hips slowly over me, and it feels so damn good. I can’t help it when both my hands travel to her hips, pushing her down harder.
“Fuck, Stevie.”
I give her lip a sharp nibble, and she moans into it, fingers tightening around my jaw. I knew she’d like to flirt with pain. This woman is perfection. I push her down on me harder, feeling her slide back and forth on my cock with more friction. But I’m a hungry man, and I let one of my hands travel up past her hip, along the lines of her body, until I reach the soft fabric at the bottom of her top.
My hand palms her through the fabric, and it’s a tease. I get touches of her bare skin between the holes in the fabric, and my dick twitches when I get her nipple to finally poke through one of them. My thumb circles the hard peak while I make the tough decision to tear myself away from her lips and take her nipple into my mouth.
Her head lolls back, along with the rest of her body, and I have to grip her hips again to prevent her from accidentally sliding back.
“You feel so good.”
Those four words are like magic to my ears.
I bring her back to my lips, kissing her like she is my first breath of air and without her, I’ll die. Her tongue spears into my mouth, and I match her, twining us together. I tap on the back of her neck where the strings to her top are tied.
“Can I?” The words are breathy against her lips.
She gives me a hum and nods her head before kissing me again.
I tug on the string, feeling it unravel, and guide my hands along her collarbones slowly before dipping to peel her top down, freeing her breasts. I feel her smile against my lips as I run my fingers across the sides of her breasts. I pull back from her kisses to admire the goddess in front of me.
The setting sun is hitting her with its amber glow, bathing her in its grace. Her tan body shines in the rays as she leans back slightly, her chest raising and perking her tits up. I grab them both in my hands, the soft mounds sitting perfectly cupped in my palms. I give them a squeeze and rock my hips up because, fuck, they feel perfect. I’ve been dying to get my hands on them since she wore that tight little black number at the VSAs.
I give her nipples a small twist, and she gasps, eyes flashing open to stare at me. I smirk and lean down to suck on her left tit. I place kiss upon kiss before circling my tongue around her nipple, flicking the soft bud. Her hips continue to rock over my dick in a lazy rhythm, building the pressure higher and higher. I move on to her other breast, laving it with the same attention.
She reaches down and grips my chin, guiding me back up to her lips. Taking control. It’s not normally a position I prefer, but with her, it’s sexy. She wants what she wants, and right now she wants me. As she kisses me, her breasts press against my chest, and I become desperate to feel her skin on mine. Reaching back, I grab the neck of my shirt and pull it off my head, throwing it next to us on the bench.
She pauses, placing her small hands on my pecs.
“Wow, your tattoos are gorgeous.”
Her hands run over the various tattoos on my chest before moving onto the ones on my biceps and then traveling down to hold my hands. She turns them over to study the words inked on the top. The word “Good” is printed on the top of my right hand, and “Game” is on the left. I fucking love them, even though they’re the reason why I’m stuck wearing gloves as Blade all the time.
“Why ‘Good Game’?” She asks.
“It’s a gaming thing. I got them when I was seventeen.” I try to act chill about it in the hopes that she doesn’t ask further. It’s not like I can tell her that I got the tattoos to commemorate my streaming career.
Instead, I pull her back to me, enveloping her lips in a heavy kiss. My hand threads into the hair at the base of her neck, gripping it with a slight tug, and she lets out a small sigh. My other hand rests on the small of her back, pressing her closer to me. Her breasts slide against my bare chest, and I savor the contact, her hardened peaks rubbing across my skin. I’m desperate for her. I want to taste, suck, and lick every inch of her.
She pulls away and I growl, but she just smiles before dipping her head and licking the barbell in my left nipple.
“Fuck, Stevie.”
My hips buck up in response to her hot tongue sliding over the sensitive skin. It sends a shot of electricity right to my dick, and I grind my hips into her harder. I feel her lips curve into a smirk a second before I feel one of her hands slip between us. Her hand runs over my hard length, which is straining against my jeans. I don’t think it is possible for my dick to get any harder than it is right now, but fuck, she feels amazing.
I pull her into another fervent kiss, sucking hard on her bottom lip. She gives my dick a squeeze, and I bite down. The slight tang of blood spreads, and it just spurs me on further. Her hand moves to the button of my jeans, and all I can think is, yes, yes, yes.
A deep groan spills out of me as she starts to tug down the zipper, relieving some of the ache she has built within me.