Real (Real, #1)(38)
“It’s too much exertion,” she explains.
“Baby, if I’m not exerting myself, then I’m sure as f*ck not doing it right.” I can’t help but chuckle against that spot on her neck. I feel goose bumps across her skin as I rub my stubble against it to let the flash of pain in my head abate.
Her nipples press into my chest and I know she sits up to fight her own urge to take and f*ck if that doesn’t make her even sexier. But even better is she positions herself perfectly so that my dick presses against the damp spot on her panties. Her lips part and eyes close momentarily as I purposely adjust my hips, pushing my cock against our double cloth barrier into the dent of her *. I get a low groan but I want more from her. I want to hear her tell me to take her.
“Colton,” she moans and f*ck, saying my name like that is like my own personal verbal Viagra. There’s no way I’m turning back now because then both heads will be throbbing in pain.
“You know you don’t want me to stop,” I say, hoping she’s willing to break a few rules, but she reaches out and places her finger on my lips to quiet me
“This woman is just trying to keep you safe.” Her voice has that husky rasp to it that tells me she’s fighting this just as hard as I am. And damn her restraint is a challenge I can’t wait to test.
Game on, baby.
“Oh, but you forget that the patient is always right and this patient thinks that this woman,” I say as I open my mouth and suck on her finger, swirl my tongue around it, eyes locked on hers, “needs to be thoroughly f*cked by this man.”
She squeezes my hips with her knees, and I can feel her control slipping, my dick pulsing against her. Almost there, baby.
“Safety,” she reiterates with unwavering resolve and f*ck, I thought she was closer to caving than this. Time to bring out the big guns. Well the big guns beside the one she’s sitting astride rubbing herself against right now.
“Ryles, when have you ever known me to play it safe? Please … let me exert myself,” I plead, flashing her that no-holds-barred grin of mine. The one that she’s told me makes her wet because it means I’m about to take her. But f*ck if my voice isn’t strained from the painful ache in my balls. I roll my hips again, and this time she grinds down at the same time so she’s testing more than just my control, she’s testing my sanity too. I lick my lips and look at her, eyes taunting, dick teasing. “I’m dying to take the driver’s seat and set the pace.”
Her laugh fills the room and I just look at her, confused to why the hazy look in her eyes has been replaced with humor. What the f*ck, Ry? This is not a laughing f*cking matter.
“When we first met, Haddie wondered if you f*cked like you drive.”
Talk about shifting gears when the only one I want to be shifting is into her … but her comment finally makes its way through my *-possessed mind and I can’t help but laugh at Haddie’s question. Hmm. Wonder how she answered.
“And how’s that?”
“A little reckless, pushing all the limits, and in it until the very last lap …” she says, her fingernail scraping down my chest causing my balls to tighten and priming every muscle in my body to pounce.
But I hold myself back, know she’s playing some kind of game here. I can see it in her eyes, and I’m torn between letting it play out and giving in to f*cking her senseless.
I angle my head to the side and stare at her. I love when feisty Rylee comes out to play, so f*ck yes I’ll accept the painful ache drawing this out will cause me.
I’ll play the game all right, follow her lead, but she better be ready to let me win this round when all is said and done. A man has only so much restraint after all.
“Well, was she right or do I need to take you for another spin around the track to refresh your memory?”
You gonna say no, sweetheart? I love the look on her face, love that I caught her off guard. Tell me, show me, what’s flickering through those eyes of yours.
Our eyes lock for a moment as I try to read what she’s thinking but f*ck if I can hold them there when her fingers slide over my happy trail and then up over the scant excuse she’s wearing for panties.
And then they sit there. Taunting me. They move slightly over the waistband like she’s as desperate to touch herself as I am.
“Not sure I remember, Ace. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you in action.”
This is the game she’s playing? Drive me crazy? Fuckin’ A, measure me for the straight jacket because I’m sure we could put it to some kind of kinky use.
I don’t think she has any clue how much she owns me right now.
Fucking owns every single part of me and doesn’t have a damn clue. Sitting astride me, fingers atop the little piece of Heaven that I’d die to claim right now, and the sarcastic dare falling from her mouth. My mind wanders to what exactly those fingers would look like nestled between those folds of flesh, and I have to stifle the groan at how f*cking hot the vision is. And I think that’s exactly what she’s trying to do—tease me with what she won’t give me. With what I can’t claim yet.
She wants to play, huh? Oh, I am so f*cking game right now. Ready to knock it out of the goddamn park.
“Baby, if you’re trying to get me to stop, then you shouldn’t throw around comments like that.” I shift in the bed and accidentally roll my hips again, feeding into the pleasurable pain as my aching cock rubs against her tempting * yet again. And this time I know I’ve hit her right where it counts because she throws her head back and the soft sigh that falls from her mouth is a dead giveaway no matter how unaffected she’s trying to play it.