Page 45 of Game On

“You can tell me. We’re friends.”

“Are we?”

“I like to think we are.”

“I still barely know you, but…it’s like we’ve met before. You sure you’re not from Philly?”

I laughed. “Definitely not. I’m from the state of hockey.”

She arched an eyebrow at me.

“Minnesota,” I explained.

Her mouth formed a little ‘o.’ “Well, you don’t want to talk about my ex. I still feel so guilty about my relationship with him.”

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t know I was the other woman. I still can’t believe Veronica’s my friend after what I did.”

I furrowed my brow. I knew that about Lily and Veronica’s friendship. That was why Blaise told me to back off, but part of it reminded me of what Flower told me. She had a similar story. It was too identical to be a coincidence.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“You keep on furrowing your brow like you’re mad at me.”

I kissed the back of her hand again and pulled her into my chest, wrapping my arm around her. She was so tiny next to my gigantic frame, but she fit so perfectly beside me. “Lost in thought, sorry.”

“We should get going soon. I gotta get Rosie and get home.”

I nodded.

We needed to head back to my condo to relieve Mari, but neither of us moved from our position. I had the comforter wrapped around us as we lay naked in the bed together. I hoped she didn’t notice that I was hard again from the way her hand made circles absent-mindedly against my chest. I didn’t have another condom, so I wasn’t suggesting a round two.

She kissed my chest and slid her hand down it. I grabbed it before she could continue her motions. “What are you doing?”

She gave me a cheeky grin but continued her descent until her hand stroked my dick. “You seem like you need help with something.”

“Lil, I don’t have another condom.”

She kicked the comforter off us and slid down in between my legs. She stroked me almost torturously. “That’s okay. I want to return the favor,” she said, and then she slid my dick inside her mouth.

Fuck, that felt so good.

Her eyes were closed while she took my dick as far into her mouth as she could. I reached down and bunched her hair up above her head, so I could watch as my dick slid in and out of her mouth. She moaned around it like she was getting off as much as I was from every stroke and swirl of her tongue. That was sexy. A woman who enjoyed giving oral and didn’t think it was a chore was awesome.

“Lil,” I moaned, arching my hips up to press deeper inside.

I wanted to face-fuck her, to ram my dick down her throat and make her swallow it all up. But I couldn’t be that rough with her. She was a lady, a princess, who should be treated with care.

I forgot about all that when her mouth worked me over, and I lost all sensation to my brain. Her wet hot mouth pulled me in, then back out, faster, more urgently, that I couldn’t help as the orgasm washed over me. I didn’t have time to warn her as ropes of cum spilled into her pretty little mouth. To my surprise, she didn’t mind. She kept her eyes closed, and her hand stroked my cock as she swallowed all my cum. Then she popped my dick out of her mouth with a wet sound.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I laid back on the bed.

She climbed up over me and kissed me again. “Thanks for the night out. I needed this.”

I wished I had another condom. I wanted to savor her to every last drop and really make it count. To treat her like the princess she was. “Princess…” I breathed.