SCORE (A Stepbrother Sports Romance)(22)

I bit my lip and gave him a devious smile. He moved closer to me and said, “Come back here. I’m not done with you.”

I moved out of his way and purred, “If you want to play games, I can play games.” I winked and saw his eyes shine with realization and hunger. I slowly pulled off my shirt. I watched his eyes widen, and he licked his lips greedily. I let him watch me for a moment, the air cool on my naked stomach and breasts. “If you want me, you have to catch me,” I sang in a playful voice, throwing my shirt at his face and taking off into the living room.

I giggled when he ran up behind me and squealed when his arms wrapped around me just a few feet from the couch. “Don’t move,” he whispered in my ear, his body pressed hard against my back. His hands rested hot on my hips, and I wanted so badly to turn around.

I whipped around to face him, desperate for a kiss. Blake looked down at me, shaking his head with a wicked smile. His hands were on the back of my hips now. He pressed down tightly, spun me back around, and repeated harshly, “Do not move.”

My muscles tightened at his dominating, powerful words. I bit my lip and obeyed his order. Blake moved his right hand from my hip, using it to sweep the hair from the right side of my neck, exposing it. He placed his hand roughly on my hip again, and I gasped as he pressed his warm lips to my skin.

I leaned my head back to give him a better angle as he pressed several kisses along my neck, grazing his teeth against my throat. My breathing deepened, and I put my hands on his, my grip tightening around them. I felt him press harder against me, grinding against my bottom as he kissed my neck, swirling his tongue around to taste my skin.

I moved my hand up his arm as he moved his up my torso, tracing lines into my skin. I moved my face towards his and let out a moan as he kissed me. He touched my chest while giving me hot, open-mouthed kisses. He massaged my breasts in soft, circular motions and, still cupping them, moved his thumbs back and forth across the nipples. The pleasure was intense, and I rocked my hips, small noises escaping from my throat as he kissed me. He pulled away, kissing my jawline as I released deep, ragged breaths. His hands moved back down my torso and landed on my hips again. He was hard against me, which fueled my passion even more.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked me in a seductive voice, grinding himself roughly against me.

“Yes,” I breathed, feeling as if I was going to explode from the intensity of the raw need consuming me.

He kissed from my jawline to my ear, and I could feel his warm breath as he whispered, “Beg for more.”

His voice was deep and heavy, and through laboring breaths, I begged, “Please, Blake. I want more.” The words had been on the tip of my tongue.

He kissed me again, his tongue darting quickly into my mouth, twisting devilishly with my own. I placed my hand on the back of his neck, deepening the kiss. His hand slowly undid the tie on my yoga pants.

He pulled his head back and looked into my eyes. “I know you want this,” he whispered, holding my gaze as he slid his hands down my pants, massaging me through my underwear.

My thighs shook, and I breathed, “Oh, please.” My hips bucked into his hand. Blake pressed his lips onto my neck and along my shoulder as he continued to massage me, reducing me to trembles and moans. A tingling sensation began in my body, and I moaned so loudly I feared the neighbors might hear. The tingling spread outward until my moan became a cry as the orgasm burst wildly.

I pulled away from him, turning around, my lips puffy and swollen from fanatical kisses. “My turn,” I whispered, still breathing heavily from his tantalizing touch.

He grinned. “Give it your best shot, kid.”

I reached for his shirt, and he helped me slide it off and toss it to the side. I stared at him for a moment, taking in his incredible body. I kissed him once on his lips and said, “Close your eyes.”

He gave me a funny look but let his eyes flutter gently shut. My hands reached out delicately, so ready to feel his warm skin. I leaned in, breathing in his delicious scent, and rested my head on his chest, pressing my lips softly to his skin. “Mmmm. You taste good,” I breathed, tickling his chest.

I traced my fingers down his chest, taking the time to touch every crevice. They reached his pants, and I kissed his lips delicately. He kissed me back, soft and sensual in his demeanor. I shivered as he wrapped his strong arms around me, rubbing small circles on my bare shoulders. I slid a finger along the base of his stomach, teasing the skin just above his pants.

He pulled away from a long kiss, letting out a deep breath. His eyes closed and he leaned his forehead against mine. "I want more," he whispered, his voice pleading.

I kissed him again, unbuttoned his pants, and reached in to slide my hand along his cotton boxers. The nerves along my spine sparked to life as I felt him hard against my hand.

I felt anxious because his length and size was more than I had anticipated. Taking a deep, unsure breath, I slithered my hand into his underwear. I bit my lip as I felt the warm, tender skin of his cock beneath my fingertips. His body shuddered as I wrapped my hand around him. His hands tightened their grip on my body, and I loved the way his jaw clenched tightly. I moved up and down, slowly at first, exploring and discovering him. I began to move faster, and he let out a low sound.

I kissed him, and he was ready for my mouth, taking it over with a rough, deep one. He rocked his hips against my hands, thrusting with my movements. His body was still trembling as he grabbed my hand and stopped my movements.