Player's Princess (A Royal Sports Romance)(53)

"Maybe I want you naked," I say, smirking. "I like having you at a disadvantage."

"My turn. What do you want me to do?"

My throat tightens with excitement.

"Boxers" is all I can manage.

He was already holding the waistband. He doesn't bend, just shoves them down. They fall to his feet and his cock stands up, hard and ready, and my eyes lock on it. I can't look away.

"M-my turn," I stammer.

"I dare you to suck my cock."

My eyes widen. I can't stop staring at it, at him. He's amazing. I want to get my hands on him, my mouth, all over.

"Dare accepted," I tell him and stride forward.

I rise on my tiptoes and kiss him. He touches my bare sides lightly, then rests his hands on my back. They're gentle, but his skin is rough and coarse from gripping steel bars and throwing footballs, from hard work. I move closer and feel his erection against my stomach as I kiss and kiss and kiss him, and he kisses me back.

He takes hold of my braid in his hand and gives it a very light pull, bending my head back as he bends over me, kissing me. He's so big. Big all over. His arms are huge. I rest my hands on his biceps and my fingers are almost flat, they're so enormous.

"I dare you," he says, breaking from the kiss.

"I told you I'd do it. I did not say when. Remember when you kissed me all over before you used your mouth on me?"

"Yes. I definitely remember that."

"Now it's my turn."

"You want me to lie down?"

I think for a moment. Then I shimmy out of my jeans. I will keep my underwear on for now.

"You're wearing granny panties."

I look down and pluck at the waistband. "They're all I have."

He reaches for me, and I slap his hand down.

"No touching. That wasn't part of the dare. Stand still. Stay standing. I like to look at you."



Jason



I've never been this hard in my life.

Standing here buck-ass naked while Ana circles me, it takes everything I have to hold still, and that's even with all the blood in my body rushing to my dick. I feel like I'm going to explode, every fiber of my being bundled with nervous energy. I'm shaking, I'm so excited.

I can't tear my eyes off her. She's wearing the most unflattering underwear ever, high-waisted panties. That somehow makes her more irresistible. Her lacy black bra cups her full breasts, and I want to tear it off her and get my hands on them. The white cotton hugs her waist and clings to her ass, so when she walks around me, I can see the muscles flexing.

God she's perfect. I want to lick every inch of her and start over, feel her stomach and breasts and legs under my hands, run my fingers through her hair, and kiss her, kiss her, kiss her. For hours. Suck her nipples, eat her *, hold her down while she comes and make her climax over and over and over until her eyes roll back in her head.

I want to f*ck her. I want to bend her over the bed and knot my fingers in her hair and thrust into her to the hilt again and again until I explode and keep doing it as long as I'm hard, until she's exhausted and I'm spent, then just lie on her with my cock in her and feel her heat. I can still feel how tight and hot her * was from the last time.

She circles me like a shark circling prey, and the more she looks at my cock, the harder I get until my erection is bordering on painful. I can feel my balls boiling, my whole body throbbing with desire for her. When she licks her lips, the image of her taking me in her mouth fills my head. I want to see her soft lips pressed around my shaft, feel her soft tongue on my cock, watch her eyes as my cum slides down her throat.

I want to f*cking own her. She plucks at her bra strap to tease me and circles me again.

Every ounce of my willpower bends to keeping my mouth shut. I don't want to ruin this. She touches me with more confidence than before, her hands sliding over my chest, her nails running lightly down my stomach. Her hands ghost over the length of my cock without touching, and my hips jerk forward, reaching for her like my dick has taken on a mind of its own.

This is torture.

Just as I start to really shake, she walks behind me, and I feel her hands on my shoulders, and her tongue right between my shoulder blades.

Oh f*ck.



Ana



He twitches when I step behind him and run my hands down his back, and squeeze his ass. His magnificent, muscular ass. I can't help it; I lick the middle of his back, right between his shoulder blades.

"What are you doing?"

"You licked my back," I remind him. "If you want a blowing job, stay still."

"It's blowjob, honey."

"Oh. Right."

I forget all that when I touch him, his skin warm under my hands, and smooth and soft.

I let my bra and underwear fall. I can't stand to be bound by them anymore.

I rub my cheek against his back, and he tenses as my breasts brush his skin. I press closer and slip my arms around him, running them up and down his sides, his chest.

My hand glides down his stomach, and I take hold of his cock. I do only what feels natural. I touch it, feel it, listen to his heart beat faster when I let its rigid firmness slide through my fingers. I want to lie on his back and soak in his heat.

"Your hand is still cold."