Game(28)

“Do it, Finn. Listen to your boss. Right?”

“Not like this,” I said. What the f*ck am I thinking right now? Not like this? What did that even mean?

“You’re afraid. Because of someone else.”

“Don’t say a word about things you don’t know.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’ll make you f*cking scream.”

“No you won’t.”

My hands moved from the door and I grabbed her ass. Two handfuls, my fingertips feeling the lace of her panties. I hurried and slipped my fingers into her panties, holding nothing but her bare ass. I pulled, spreading her cheeks, driving her body against mine.

“Watch yourself,” I said.

“Make me. You’re f*cking afraid.”

I lifted Shayna and turned. Next thing I knew, I was on my knees. Her ass and back were on the floor. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked at me, shocked. My hands moved around to the insides of her thighs and I pushed her legs open. Reaching up, I grabbed the top of her panties and ripped them off like they were a piece of paper. They shredded with ease against my strength, now dangling off her right leg.

“Oh, f*ck,” she groaned.

A hunger penetrated my body when I saw the glistening folds of her sex. She was f*cking wet for me. Her sweet flavor attacked me and I was then left with no choice but to attack her.

My mouth hungrily touched her *, kissing against her wetness, my tongue racing forward, opening her. I craved her, demanded her, and now I had her. My hands squeezed tight at her legs, keeping her open. My body demanded to move up… to f*ck her. To open my jeans, take out my dick, then thrust deep into her. Fuck her senseless until she screamed and couldn’t move. Give everyone everything they wanted.

But I couldn’t move.

My tongue wouldn’t stop tasting the sweet nectar of Shayna’s body. From bottom to top, the slick taste of her * drove me wild. The tip of my tongue swirled around her clit making her back arch. I suckled at her, hard, my teeth grazing against her sensitive nub.

That’s when she cried out.

Her pretty cries bounced off the bathroom walls.

She grabbed at my hands, pulling, wanting me to let her go. I released my grip and she instantly started to thrust her body at my mouth. I still couldn’t contain myself. She tasted too good. She groaned too perfectly. And the way she lifted her ass off the floor and wiggled her hips was what dreams were made of.

One hand of hers turned and she interlocked her fingers with mine. She tried to squeeze tight, maybe wanting to hurt me, maybe it was just her body’s reaction to the pleasure. My other hand was shoved up her shirt. I quickly scaled her body, feeling her warm skin give way to her hanging breast. As I cupped her tit, I growled, still remembering that she had flashed those other guys. I still had yet to see her tits, now my hand was exploring.

I felt her nipple rub against my palm.

My hand tightened around her breast; she fit perfectly into my hand.

Her hand grabbed the back of my head and she cried out. Her heels dug into the floor as she lifted her hips higher by the second. She went from trying to be sexual and grinding against my touch to simply quivering. I was in f*cking control. Complete f*cking control.

I broke my hands away from her and cupped her ass again. I held her there, her body almost horizontal, off the floor. My mouth deep between her thighs. Sucking at smooth folds, thrusting my tongue with speed, curling with hard movements, I brought her to the edge and beyond. The moment she began to come, her legs gave out. She would have crashed back to the floor, but I eased her down. She quickly tried to fight me away, wanting to close her legs. I ended up where I began, my hands at her legs, keeping her right where I wanted her.

I felt her throb with each pulse from deep within her body. Her sweetness flowed with ease as she groaned over and over.

My tongue got one more taste before I kissed up to her stomach and then pulled away.

I stood up and looked down at what I had done.

Shayna was on the floor, her panties torn from her body. Her shirt - my f*cking t-shirt - halfway up her body. Her face was flushed, cheeks rosy red, her eyes wide. She gasped for air.

“I’m not afraid of anything,” I said and stepped over Shayna, leaving the bathroom.

That statement… that was a bold faced lie. I was afraid of something. I was afraid of the way Shayna made me feel.



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I stood out on the porch and held my cell. It rang and rang. When the voicemail picked up, I hung up and dialed again.

It took me three times to get Cormac on the line.

“What the f*ck, man?”

“I need a favor.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I need you to come to the cabin.” I turned and saw Shayna emerge from the bedroom, changed into different clothes. “I need you to watch someone for me.”

“What someone? What the hell…”

“Just be here within the hour,” I said.

I hung up the call and tucked the phone into my back pocket.

Shayna stood there and stared at me. I leaned against the railing and crossed my arms. I could still smell her, still taste her. Christ, I hadn’t even f*cked her yet. And why not? I never took my time with women. I always knew what I wanted and how I wanted it.

Fuck.

Before this shit got any deeper, I needed to go visit someone. I needed to figure out if this was getting real.