Page 4 of Dirty Game

“Sure. I can do that.”

Chapter 3

Sully

I socannotdo that. Little Pax is not little and he is not to be ignored. It takes less than a minute to discover these findings.

“Cowgirl, you just straddle me. Like this.” Pax lies down on the couch while I crawl timidly on top of him. I can’t help but think that maybe I should have put on some lingerie for tonight. Maybe it would have bestowed upon me some kind of superpower to know what to do, but there’s no going back now. It doesn’t matter anyway because his strong hands guide me to where I should be and immediately I feel the bulge rub against my pussy.

“For reverse cowgirl, you turn the other way.” His fingers grip my hips and turn me around. “If we were doing hot seat, you’d stay that way, and I’d sit up.”

The warmth of his chest floods my back as I desperately try to take in the new perspective. My body is hot, like to the point I’m pretty sure my clothes are about to melt off of me. He must feel it. Which is so embarrassing. But hey, he told me to ignore his bulge, so he can ignore me.

“And the socket?”

He clears his throat. “Ya, for that one. You’ll bend all the way forward and I’ll lie back down.”

And shit…I don’t know if he realizes it, but he lets out a small groan. His large hands rest at my hips and I’m up on my elbows. “Like this?”

“Ya,” he says gruffly, and I feel a small rock against my pussy. My nipples are about to rip through my T-shirt, I’m so turned on. “Just like that.”

“What about the next one? Pearly gates?”

“Sit up slowly.” Like I’m in a trance, I do as he says. “And then lean back slowly.”

My back is to his chest, and I feel like I’ve lost some connection. “I don’t really get this one.”

A dark chuckle escapes his lips. “That’s because I’m not inside you.”

“Oh.”

“Ya. This one is great for the G-spot. And for me playing with you. If you had a vibrator.”

Oh shit. My whole body is trembling as his words create visuals in my mind of him tugging on my nipples and playing with my clit. I sit up quickly. Maybe too quickly.

“Ooof!” he grunts.

“Sorry. Um, what’s the last one?” My hands are on his thighs in between my own legs straddling him, and my only saving grace is that I’m not looking at him.

“Face off? We don’t have to do that one.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s good. It’s the last one, right?”

“Ya. Just turn around. Slowly,” he warns. And as I turn to face him, I find him sitting up. “Put your arms around me.” His hoarse voice sends shivers down my spine.

“Like this?”

“Mhmm.” The light stubble on his jaw grazes my cheek and it should be abrasive, but it’s not. It feels tender. “So what do you think?” he whispers in my ear. “Which one is your favorite?”

I shrug, even though I know it’s this one.

“I think I can guess.”

“Ya?”

“It’s this one.” His hands on my back rub small circles, and I crave more contact. I shouldn’t. This isn’t real. But he’s right. This is my favorite one, and it feels so intimate.

But I don’t want to let him know all of that, so I just say, “You might be right.”