Good Game (The System, #1) (67)

She tastes like all that is right in the world. I could kiss her for days, lose myself in her lips.

She sighs into me, and I take her breath like it’s my own.

Her legs fall open, and I maneuver my body between them. I hold her head, devouring her with kisses while laying her flat against the bed. I lift up, gripping the comforter and ripping it to the side to reveal her body, not letting my lips leave hers for one moment.

Stevie is my sin and my salvation. She tastes like an angel, but kisses like the devil. Her nails rake into my back, and I roll my body against hers, groaning as my stiff cock rubs against her through the fabric of my sweatpants. She’s hot already, and it spurs me on.

I’m starving for her, desperate to feel her skin on mine. I slide and kick off my sweatpants, my cock springing free. We continue our assault of tongues and lips, drinking each other in. The emotions of the night make everything taste sweeter.

Her legs come up to hook around my back, and I grind into her sweet heat, my cock sliding through the folds of her wet pussy. I coat myself in her, growing harder and harder with each pass. Her hips lift higher, and the tip of my cock slips against her opening.

We both groan at the sensation.

It’s a fucking tease but in the best way possible. We’re not edging, we’re not having sex, it’s everything but.

Reluctantly, I pull away from her lips. I reach behind my neck and pull off my hoodie, tossing it onto the ground. Stevie crosses her arms, peeling off the T-shirt, letting it fall to the wayside.

She just gets sexier and sexier every time I see her. I worship her body, starting with her breasts. I palm them, rubbing her nipples in circles, kissing her soft lips at the same time. Just as she begins to squirm against me, I give her nipples a tug. She sucks in a breath, but I feel her smile against my lips.

My cock is drenched in her arousal, and I’m not sure how much longer I can go without being inside her. I’m so lost in my thoughts of her body, that Stevie uses the distraction to flip us over.

I must look shocked because she giggles.

“I’m all for a good time, Aleks. But I’m tired of waiting. I want you inside me now. I’m fucking starving, and I need my fill of cock.” She dips down, sucking on my nipple piercing, tongue twisting the barbell before impaling herself on my cock in one swift motion.

I slide right into her, and with her on top, she controls just how deep I go. She drives herself right down to my base, so I’m completely buried in her.

“Fuck, Stevie,” I growl.

My mind becomes a blank space as she finds her rhythm, grinding on me. She leans forward a bit, and her eyes squeeze shut as I feel her pussy clench around me. She’s just as wound up as I am, running too close to the sun.

“Eyes on me, baby.”

Her eyes slowly open, and she gives me a wicked grin.

I rock my hips into hers, matching her rhythm. Our bodies slap together, a mess of sweat and a tangle of limbs. Her movements begin to stutter, and her hands hit the mattress as she grips the sheets tightly.

“Fuck, it’s right there. Right fucking there.”

She chases her orgasm, using me for her pleasure. It’s sexy as fuck as her tits bounce up and down in time with her rhythm. She reaches down to play with her clit, and I watch, mesmerized, as her eyes tip back in her head.

She gasps, and I feel her break. Her pussy pulses, squeezing rhythmically around my cock. I watch the pleasure rush over her face, her mouth popping open before she bites her lips, a high moan escaping, nonetheless. She falls against my body, breathing heavily. Our sweat mixes, and our bodies continue to burn.

But I don’t let her rest. I flip us around, my cock still fully seated within her. I draw my dick out slowly, before plunging it back in. She cries out as I repeat the motion, over and over, her eyes squeezing shut.

“Ohmigod, it’s too much. I can’t. Aleks!”

“Yes, you can. Come on, baby. Show me how good you take my cock.”

She’s beyond sensitive, still coming down from her high, but I’m building it back up. When I feel her clench around me, I start pistoning into her. Deep, strong strokes. I’m right on the edge, my balls tightening within an inch of their lives, desperate to give me release. She cries out, a smaller release this time as she quivers around my cock.

I let go then, falling with her, filling her up. My hot release spills inside her, and I chase the euphoria with a few last jerks, groaning.

My energy is completely spent. I pull out of her, my dick slick with both of our arousals. I look down and watch as some of my cum leaks out of her, satisfaction purring in my chest. I place a kiss on her stomach as I use my fingers to push it back in. The post-nut clarity brings me to another level; I feel like I could do anything.

Until the clarity makes one thing very fucking clear.

I freeze.

“Shit. Shit!”

I sit up on my knees. Stevie stares at me with confusion, propping herself up on her elbows.

“What’s wrong?”

“I forgot the condom.”

I’m such an idiot. I’ve never forgotten it before. It’s the one thing I’m really good at remembering when it comes to sex, or at least I thought it was. Then again, I haven’t had repeat sex with a person in years. That already says so much about how serious I am about Stevie.

She blinks at me for a few seconds. Then she purses her lips to the side, humming. Her eyes flick to mine and away, then they flick back and away again.