Page 113 of My Turn

Jayce

My eyes opened and I sucked in a startled breath when I saw Alana hovering above me. She was straddling my lap with her hands on my chest, just staring down at me. It was a little unnerving, but I slid my hands up her bare thighs with a smile.

“What time is it?” I asked.

She shrugged. “Still dark.”

I flattened my palms against her shoulder blades and brought her lower so that I could kiss her. She moaned against my lips and shifted in my lap.

“Can we do something?” she murmured.

“Anything you want.”

She swung her leg over me and stood. I watched her, putting an arm behind my head. Slowly, she pulled her shirt over her head. At the sight of her breasts, I put a hand over my growing cock through my briefs, stroking it with my fingers. Once the shorts came off, I was ready to throw her back onto the bed.

Moving at an agonizing pace, she put her knees on the mattress and pressed a kiss to my thigh. She maneuvered my shorts down and licked her lips as she stared at my cock. Her mouth lowered and her tongue trailed over the tip. Immediately,I tried to push my fingers through her hair, but she shook her head.

“No touching me,” she said.

I raised a brow. “You want control, baby?” When she nodded, I fought the urge to groan. “Fine. I’ve taken yours, so you can have mine this time.”

She flashed me a beautiful smile before she took me into her mouth. I kept my hands at my sides but couldn’t resist arching my hips. When she circled her tongue around me, I had to grip the sheets to keep from touching her. The warmth traveled down my shaft, all the way to the base and back up. It was turmoil and ecstasy.

“Alana,” I breathed.

Her green eyes met mine as her lips moved past my head. She crawled up my body and slid herself along my shaft, driving me mad. With her hands on my chest, she positioned my cock just at her entrance but stopped there. When she looked at my rising hands, I lowered them back to the mattress.

“You have that look on your face,” I noted.

“What look?”

“When you want something. What is it, baby? You know I’ll give you anything.”

She rolled her teeth over her bottom lip. I was dying to kiss her, but I wasn’t allowed to use my hands. I was very close to breaking those rules.

“Tell me who you’ve killed.”

My eyes widened. She lowered herself so that I was just inside of her and I was torn between becoming lost in her body and processing what she’d just said. When she took all of me, she stayed there.

Oh, it was going to be one of those games.

“Alana,” I warned. “Don’t fuck with me.”

“Tell me.”

“Really? You want this right fucking now?” She nodded. “You didn’t have to play some edging game to get this out of me, you know.”

She rose and dropped down once. My cock throbbed, desperate for her to move more.

“Okay…” I struggled to think while I was inside of her. “Greg.”

Her head cocked. “Greg? Art history guy?” I nodded. “You killed his friend too.”

I smiled a little. “Casualty of war.”

The blank expression on her face made me sit up. She held me back with one hand and even though I could easily break her hold, I let her process it the way she needed to.

“Who else?” she asked.