Good Game (The System, #1) (41)

“I’d say that sounds like a great idea.” I lean my forehead against his, letting myself melt into the moment. “Did you drive here or take your bike?”

He shakes his head. “I had a buddy drop me off.”

“Well. I’m still in my rental since my car is getting fixed.” I lean back and throw him a coy smile. “Would you be opposed to riding back with me?”

He matches me, tossing out a flirty grin. “Not at all.”

“Perfect,” I wriggle myself out of his embrace and hold his hand. “Let’s get out of here.”





EIGHTEEN




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ALEKS




I need her.

Stevie and I crash into the door of her apartment.

“Shh,” she hisses. “You’re going to wake up my entire floor.”

“They’ll be grateful for the free show.”

“They’re all over the age of seventy. I’m pretty sure you’ll be giving them a heart attack instead.”

I laugh at her but push off the door so she can unlock it. The second it’s open, I scoop her into my arms and carry her inside. She squeals as I kick the door shut behind me.

I go to move her onto the couch, but she shakes her head and points to an open door. I walk into her bedroom and drop her on the bed.

She smiles before curling one finger at me. “Off with your shirt.”

I grin back, tossing my jacket to the side before slowly undoing every button on my shirt. Her hungry gaze watches me the entire time, and my thickening cock twitches in anticipation. When I get to the last button and drop the shirt to the floor, she stands up and pushes me onto the bed. I lean back and watch as she tortures me back. She bites her lip as she reaches around to unzip her dress. I watch as the black fabric drops to the ground and her perky tits bounce free. She stands before me in nothing but a pair of lacy black underwear and her stilettos.

She’s going to ruin me.

Stevie walks forward and kneels on the bed before crawling her way up to me. She straddles my hips and runs her hands across my body. I watch her with rapt attention. Mesmerized.

She grips the hair at the base of my neck, tugging on it, and I grin.

“I like it a little rough.”

Her smile turns wicked, and she grips harder in response. “So do I.”

We are inches apart, her breath melding with mine. I lick my lips a split second before her fingers press on them. Slowly her fingers drag down, her long nails tugging. The second they release, I dip forward, capturing her fingers in my mouth. I give her a small bite mixed with a low suck, pulling a gasp from her.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Show me what you got.” She grinds down on me without warning, and this time I can’t stop the groan pouring from my throat.

Fucking hell. This woman.

I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss. There’s nothing kind about it. It’s desperate, vicious. I bite down, tugging her into me, and she moans. My lips are hot and demanding, but she pushes back, drinking me in like I’m her lifeline. My hands tangle in her hair, and I pull just enough. Stevie returns in kind, finally with more strength, and the pain urges me on. Our tongues dance, and she grinds into me with each marriage of our lips. I can feel her wetness seeping through her panties onto the front of my pants. The back-and-forth pumps more and more blood to my cock. I already know it’s seeping with precum.

Holding the back of her head, I flip us around, laying her across the sheets. Her legs splay wide, leaving me access to prop my bulging length against her heat. I lean down, nuzzling her neck before licking my way back up to her ear. She arches into me, and I trace my hand to her pussy, circling it once before gripping her panties.

I gather the fabric in the front, bunching it in my hands, and then I rip. The delicate, lacy material gives little resistance.

She hisses at the slight pain.

“I liked those, asshole.”

“I like you better without them.”

I toss them to the side before kissing a path down her stomach to her center. She is glistening for me. Flattening my tongue, I give her one long lick. I groan at the taste of her honey sweetness. I push inside her tight hole and flick my tongue in quick motions. I lap at her arousal, letting it completely coat me. I move one of my hands to play with her clit, rubbing it in slow circles. She moans at the dual sensation.

“Oh god. Don’t stop.”

She lifts her hips, burying me further into her sweetness. It spurs me on. I drink her in, savoring every drop like I’m a pilgrim who’s been lost in the desert for days and she is the mirage that’s appeared before me. Stevie’s knees start to open and close on me, slowly crushing me with desperation as her orgasm crawls up. I move to her clit and begin to circle it with my tongue.

“More,” she pleads.

I insert two fingers and curl them deeply. Her body quivers as her orgasm crests, legs shaking as she tries to keep them from caging me in. Her moan turns into a scream as I continue to worship that same spot. Just as her knees clamp around me again, I pull back.

“I—what the fuck, Aleksander!” she screeches.

“Just getting you prepped, babe.”

“Nooo,” she whines.

Her hand flicks down to finish the job I started, but I bat it away.