Shutout (Rules of the Game, #2)(48)
TYLER
There’s nothing hotter than watching Seraphina unravel beneath me.
I have no idea how I held it together while she came all over my cock, especially when it’s been a few months since I last had sex. Since we had sex, specifically, because I haven’t been with anyone else. Maybe all my mental training from hockey has paid off in other areas.
She rests her head on my shoulder, her rose-gold hair spilling in a curtain against my dark shirt. Somewhere along the way, I must’ve pulled out the bow holding her ponytail together. I have no idea when—or where it went.
Her chest heaves with a contented sigh as I rub her back, waiting for her to recover. She’s soft and warm in my arms, her wet pussy gripping me so tightly I could easily bust on the spot if I let myself. My cock twitches impatiently, but I know she’s overstimulated and needs a breather.
Another couple of seconds pass and Seraphina pulls herself upright, giving me an expectant look. Her rosy lips are kiss-swollen, her cheeks flushed, and her eyelids are heavy with pleasure.
She inches forward slightly, bringing her lips to mine. “Keep going. Fuck me.”
I love how unabashed she is. It’s one of my favorite things about her.
“I have a better idea.” Reaching beneath her bare thighs, I lift her off the table without disconnecting our bodies. She holds onto me as I shuffle a few steps backward and lower to sit in a nearby chair so she’s straddling me.
Her chocolate eyes flash with understanding, and her fingertips land on my jaw as she brings her mouth to mine. “Gonna make me do all the work now, Hades?”
“I’ve been picturing you riding my cock ever since that morning in my room.” I brush my lips against hers as my hands coast up her bare ribcage to cup her tits. They’re a perfect handful, supple and weighty in my palms. My fingers pinch her nipples through the lace of her bra, reveling in the way they harden beneath my touch. “Actually, I’ve been thinking about it ever since XS.”
Placing her hands on my shoulders, she rises onto her knees until we’re nearly separated. My body protests and my hips lift reflexively, driven by the primal urge to stay balls deep inside of her. Her mouth tugs into a coy smile as she pauses, driving me crazy with anticipation.
“You mean like this?” She sinks down, taking me fully, and it’s so good I swear I nearly black out.
“Fuck, yes.” The words are a tortured groan across my lips. “Just like that.”
This is like living out every fantasy I’ve ever had. I’ve been imagining her, dreaming about her, and jerking off to her for weeks, and the reality is even better. I’ve never been so hard in my life. Her little miniskirt takes the hotness of this whole equation to the next level.
Hiking up the plaid fabric covering her lower half, I look down at where our bodies are joined. My dick hardens even more at the sight of her wrapped around me, her folds pink and swollen and slick with her arousal.
“That’s it,” I husk, watching her glistening pussy slide up and down my cock. “Look how pretty you are taking all of me. Every single inch.”
That earns me a breathy moan because she likes being praised and I know it. She picks up speed, somehow taking me even deeper, and I bottom out inside of her, groaning her name. As much as I’d like to break our three-orgasm record, tonight isn’t going to be the night that happens.
Seraphina grinds against me again, swirling her hips. She feels like heaven, and I’m dangerously close to losing control. All I can hope for is making sure she gets there again first.
Bracketing her waist with my hands, I thrust up to meet her so the base of my cock gives her the friction she needs.
Her mouth falls open in a soft gasp. “It’s too good, Ty. I—ah, I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. We both know you’ve got more than one in you.” Slipping one hand between our bodies, I tease her clit, slowly rubbing and circling while her body trembles, her pussy throbbing around my dick.
With a few more strokes of my fingers, her breath hitches.
“Oh.” She cries out, louder than we should be, but I can’t bring myself to care. “Oh, god.”
“Good girl.” Pleasure builds at the base of my spine. It’s a warning signal to slow down, but she’s too far gone for me to stop her. “Come on my cock.”
Her walls clench around me and squeeze so tightly, I can’t hold back. White-hot pleasure tears through me, and my hold on her waist tightens until I know I’ll leave marks on her skin later.
My mouth angles against hers, muffling her scream as we both fall apart. I come harder than I ever have before, pulsing and twitching inside of her, spilling into the condom while she kisses me frantically, her nails digging into my back. It’s frenzied and needy, desperate and wild, like hurtling toward some kind of oblivion.
Panting, she rides out every last wave until we’re both too spent to move.
“Wow.” She drapes herself over me, her heart thudding against my chest.
My arms wrap around her and pull her closer. “I’m ruined, Tink. Fucking ruined.”
A better person probably would harbor some degree of guilt for crossing a line. All I feel is a deep sense of primal satisfaction for having claimed her. All I want is to do it again.
Once we both come back to our senses, we reluctantly untangle ourselves and get re-dressed. Seraphina looks down and slips on her panties, pulling them up beneath her skirt while I kneel to pick up the items that fell out of her purse when it fell: a tube of lip gloss, a couple pens, a pink highlighter, her keychain, my black Falcons beanie, and her phone—luckily unscathed.