Game Saver - BJ Harvey Page 0,5
night in that dress, I’m looking forward to making you scream it when I’m deep inside you.”
Deciding to make him work for it—just a little—I turn to stand in front of him, my boobs brushing his chest as I go. “You sound rather hopeful, don’t you think?”
“Don’t need to hope when I know it’s a foregone conclusion.”
“What if I’m with someone now?” I retort, shooting him a playful smile and totally giving myself away.
“I’ve been watching you, Spitfire. I saw the drunk idiot try it on and laughed when you set him straight.” He moves in close, putting his hands on my hips and pulling me hard against him, our bodies now plastered together from boobs to pelvis. I’m forced to hold on to his biceps to stay upright—forced . . . unable to stop myself . . . same thing—as he continues his verbal foreplay. “I also know you’ve been eye-fucking me tonight just as much as I’ve been mentally undressing you, and after spending most of the night hard because of you . . .” He drops his forehead to mine and runs his lips along my jaw until he reaches my ear, nipping the skin between his teeth. “I think it’s only fair to ourselves to get lost in each other and share an orgasm or five. What do you say?”
My breathing is hard, like harder-than-his-cock-pressing-into-my-leg hard. My throat is dry, and my body feels like a boiler with a broken thermostat. Just a few words and he has me drenched and ready to ride him dry.
“Let’s get you to bed,” he says, turning the most innocent of comments into the dirtiest of promises.
“You meant home, right?” I ask as he steps back, dropping his fingers to lace with mine and leading me out of the club.
It’s not until we’ve walked down a corridor at the back of the club, past a security guard, and through a staff door that I realize he still hasn’t answered. “Cade?”
“Yeah?” he replies,
“What are we doing?”
“Give me twenty minutes, Spitfire, and if you still don’t know, I’ll know I’m not doing it right.”
“God, I’ve missed that tongue of yours,” I moan as he licks, flicks, and sucks like a master. “Maybe you could patent it. Call it the Carsen method.”
His dancing eyes meet mine, and he hums against my sensitive clit, causing me to arch my back and push my hips forward.
“I take it you’ve missed my mouth then?” Not waiting for a response, he adds his talented finger to the mix, slowly pushing one deep inside of me.
“God, yes,” I rasp, gyrating my hips in a silent plea.
Dropping his lips back down, he rolls his tongue forward and back at a dizzying speed, igniting sparks deep inside me as he adds another finger, curling it to brush against my G-spot. “Good. So damn good.”
I writhe on the mattress, my hands cupping my breasts and gently squeezing my nipples. My gaze drops down to watch him, his dark eyes meeting mine as he growls against my most sensitive spot. “Come for me, Spitfire. Ride my face and fucking come,” he growls and with two more deep thrusts of his fingers, I shatter, my climax decimating me.
My voice is hoarse as I cry out, thrusting hard against him. He doesn’t stop though—he keeps at me, his mind-blowing assault continuing, and orgasm number two slams into me on the back of number one.
He slowly brings me back down to earth, gently peppering kisses up my body, sliding his naked skin against mine. My hands grip his head and pull his mouth to mine, my tongue diving in to meet his, and I moan when I taste myself.
“Fuck,” he says gruffly, sinking his teeth into my bottom lip, tugging it before moving back to look down at me. He rolls his hips, his long, hard cock grinding against my sensitive core. “I need to be inside you.”
“Condom, top drawer,” I spit out hurriedly. “I need—”
“I’ll give you what you need,” he murmurs against my lips, his arm reaching out to the nightstand and blindly rifling through the drawer until he finds what he needs, pulling it out and ripping the foil packet open. His hand dives between us, and as he braces himself on one arm above me, I reach down and snatch the rubber out of his hand, slowly rolling it down his rock-hard length. Adding a squeeze at the base, I give him a few firm strokes before lifting my hips and