Page 61 of Worth Every Game
“Many times. You’re all I’ve thought of for weeks,” he purrs, making more slickness gather between my legs. “Have you…” He pauses, and everything in me tightens.Please don’t ask.“Thought about me?”
His question ignites nuclear fission inside my torso, and an explosive wave of heat assaults me. “Yes,” I breathe.
“Did you touch yourself?”
Oh, fuck.“Maybe.” He raises a brow that demands the truth, and I surrender it. “Yes,” I croak.
“Did you come?” he whispers.
I think I’m going to faint.All I can do is nod and mumble, “Uh-huh.”
“Good.” His smile turns almost wicked. “At least we know we’re on the same page.”
My cheeks must be fire-engine red, whereas Jack looks as handsome and relaxed as ever. Is this conversation affecting him at all? I glance down because I really need to know if he’s hard.
Fuck. His dick is huge and rock solid.Definitely affecting him, then.I can see every vein on his shaft. The flared tip is so swollen it shines. It’sspectacular. The urge to open my mouth and take it down my throat beats through me so hard that I nearly drop to my knees right then and there.
“Hey,” he says, and when I look up, the wicked edge to his smile is gone. “I don’t want to jump the gun though. I’ll get dressed, and we can have dinner. We can start there. Okay? And you can tell me what the hell happened to you tonight.”
How dare he turn me on like this and then pull it all away.“No.”
He quirks his head. “No?”
And then, because I’m done playing too, I reach out and slide my fingers around the hard length of him, gripping his glorious cock at the base, right there in the kitchen.
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Fuuuuuck.
I hiss as Elly drags her hand up my shaft, and a heady wave of desire whips through me so fast that I get dizzy.
She did not just do that… did she?
The room is still lit by candlelight, and she’s so fucking perfect, so pretty, her curly hair all wild, her breaths coming in little puffs as she works me.
“Are you drunk?” I ask, because I have to know.
“No.” Her hand doesn’t stop gliding up and down my dick. “Are you?”
I grit my teeth.This feels so fucking good.I groan as Elly runs her thumb over my slit, massaging a bead of pre-cum across the head. “Not really. Had a couple of glasses while I was waiting for you to come home.”
“You were waiting for me?” The arousal in her voice sends a jolt of the same through me.
“Yeah,” I rasp, my eyes shutting as Elly’s fingers cup my balls briefly before returning to my shaft.
“This wasn’t for someone else?” She nods her head at the candles on the table and the pot of coq au vin on the hob. “No date?”
My back arches.Fuck, I didn’t know a hand job could feel this good.
“No date,” I stutter through a groan of pleasure, and her hand gently squeezes my cock as though she’s rewarding me for it. I suck in a breath, and stars appear in my peripheral vision. “I haven’t been on a date since I heard you sing.”
“Oh, wow,” she says, all breathy, and the sound is such a turn on that my blood runs hot. I don’t want to stop her doing what she’s doing, but I also need to know she wants this. She was yelling and crying only a few minutes ago. I can’t keep up.
“You don’t have to do this.” My voice is full of need, and it’s obvious that what I really mean is, ‘Please don’t stop’.
She steps closer, her clothes bristling against my bare skin, her hand rhythmically pulsing up and down my length, which is suddenly so fucking hard I can’t think of anything but her touch. She stands on tiptoe, her lips brushing my ear. “I want to.” That husky voice again.