Shutout (Rules of the Game, #2)(75)
Her breaths quicken, coming in smaller bursts. When I suck her clit, her entire body tenses, and another desperate whimper wrenches from her lips. But this whimper is different; it's the point-of-no-return sound she makes, and it drives me fucking wild.
She gasps, and her feet press into the mattress, hips lifting. “Oh god.”
Soft moans mingle with not-so-quiet cries as she writhes beneath me, falling apart, and I devour her until she’s a quivering, dripping mess. Once she gets giggly from the overstimulation, I slow my movements to let her down gradually. Planting a kiss on her soft inner thigh, I smooth my hands up her body, and cup her breasts, feeling her heart beat wildly against my palm for a few beats. Knowing I did that to her has an effect on me I can’t even explain.
I come to hover above her, bracing on my forearms. Her cheeks are flushed, lips rosy, and she looks completely blissed out.
Ducking my head, I bring my mouth to hers. “Hi, Tinker Bell.”
“Hi, Hades.” She meets me halfway, smiling into our kiss.
It’s at this moment that I realize I’m well and truly fucked, because this doesn’t feel like just sex. I’m not sure it ever did.
CHAPTER 27
TROUBLE
SERAPHINA
I’ve been tasked with an impossible assignment tonight. We’re going out with everyone for Tyler’s birthday, and we have to act like nothing is going on between us. No flirting, no obvious glances, and no touching.
Naturally, we decide to start off the evening with a quickie. Sneaking in a tryst is risky in and of itself but should help cut down on the tension between us all evening. Or at least, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
While Chase and Dallas are preoccupied playing video games upstairs, I sneak into the basement to see Tyler like we agreed. With the way those two are glued to the screen, a bomb could go off and they wouldn’t notice. The volume is up so high the walls practically shake with each explosion on screen. Bailey and Siobhan haven’t arrived yet, so as long as we make this fast, we should be okay.
“Is this skirt too short?” I do a slow twirl in the middle of Tyler’s room, reveling in the way his gaze hungrily trails down my body, lingering on my legs. I’ve already gotten ready to go out, but I’ll have to touch up once we’re through. He likes to pull my hair, and it shows.
His mouth tips up at one corner. “No. You look hot.”
“Are you sure?” I smooth my hands down the black chiffon. I’m half teasing, half legitimately asking. It’s on the short side even for me, but I couldn’t tell that when I ordered it online because I have no concept of inches in terms of measurements. It’s cute, though, so I’d like to keep it and not return it.
He draws me into him and dips his head, nudging my nose with his. “Wear whatever you want, Tink. I know how to fight.”
Large hands bracket my jaw, holding my face as he kisses me. Really kisses me, like he’s been waiting for this all day. When he pulls back, I’m breathless and dazed.
His lips trail along my neck, sending a thrill through my body from head to toe. “How should I fuck you?”
“Fuck me like I’m in trouble.”
That earns me a throaty, guttural sound of appreciation, and his mouth presses to mine again. My fingertips slide up his arms, gripping his biceps to urge him on, and heat stokes in my center as his hand travels up the back of my bare thighs, squeezing my ass over the thin lace of my panties.
He withdraws his touch, and I look up at him, confused.
Craving flashes in his eyes. “Bend over and put your hands on the bed.”
It’s an order, not a request.
My gaze slides to his king-sized bed, neatly made with a dark gray comforter. It sits on a modern, low-profile platform bedframe, and it’s hardly higher than the thickness of the mattress off the floor. Doing as he says will put me ass-up, which is exactly why he wants me to.
Facing him, I maintain eye contact as I take a few steps toward it. “You don’t want me to get naked first?”
He shakes his head. “The skirt stays on.”
My calves hit the mattress behind me, and I come to a stop. I love the way he’s looking at me right now. Desire, tinged with possession.
“What about my panties?”
“Lose them.”
He watches, rapt with attention as I slowly reach beneath the ruffled edges of my skirt and shimmy the scrap of lace down my legs, toeing it to the side. They’re sexy underwear that I bought recently to wear for him, so hopefully they’ll get some airtime later tonight when we get home.
Pivoting, I follow his instructions and place my palms down on the firm mattress. My shoulders are well below my waist, placing me nearly in a downward dog position. I’m completely exposed. Even I feel a little self-conscious, but I suppose that’s his intention.
My body tenses with anticipation as he comes to stand behind me. Somehow, the energy of his body is palpable even without us touching. He slowly gathers up my skirt and pushes it out of the way. Craning my neck, I peek over my shoulder to see what he’s going to do next.
He slaps my ass with a loud crack, massaging where he just spanked me. “Face down, Tink.”
At that, my core clenches.
I do as he says, grabbing a pillow for my head as he smooths his palms along the sides of my bare ass. My breaths grow uneven as I wait, wondering where he’s going with this. Then his hands part my thighs, pulling them wider, and one finger glides across my clit. My hips sway in response, my fingertips bunching the bedding.