Page 77 of Center Sneak

Those words keep playing in my head throughout dinner, dessert, and a few rounds of Mario Kart on my ancient Nintendo.

I panicked, okay?

I’m not used to planning a date, ever, and a quick Google search of easy couple ideas to do at home mentioned playing video games together, and it’s the only game I had.

But we just turned the console off, and he’ll be back from the bathroom any second.

“Now what?” he asks as he reemerges into my space, and honestly, I was thinking the same.

I decide to take a play from his playbook and provide a choice. I stand and walk closer to him. “Okay, I’ve got some options for you. Option one: We can call it a night.” I don’t want to keep him if he’s tired and wants to head home. “Option two: We can move this party into the bedroo—”

“Option two. Definitely, option two.”

“I didn’t even finish!”

“Don’t need you to.” With that, he throws me over his shoulder and carries me over to my queen-size bed, and I let out a light squeal.

He lays me gently on the bed on my back.

“Hi,” I say as he lays beside me. I clasp my hand within his, and he squeezes.

Take it slow, the angel on my side reminds me. Don’t rush into anything. Take your time.

Unfortunately or fortunately for me, there’s the greedy girl on my other side whispering little nuggets in my ear as well.

Be brave and enjoy the game, girl. This doesn’t have to involve your heart. You deserve to have a little fun.

After my inner turmoil, I decide to listen to my forgotten, selfish side and swing my body on top of his, sitting on top of him.

“Well, hi there.” His eyes perk up.

“I heard you like a girl in control.”

“Well, you heard correctly.” He quirks his lips.

I place both hands on his stomach; it’s both hard and soft, and I roll the shirt up and up until it’s off his back and onto the floor.

I explore more of his body, taking my time with my hands, and then I lean in and plant kisses all around his chest.

My hands wander down, toying with the waistband of his black athletic shorts before sliding them down to his ankles, and he kicks them off.

“Going commando, Cal?” I arch my brows.

“More efficient. Don’t you agree?”

“Mm-hmm,” I hum, and my fingers grip his dick.

He curses under his breath as I tease his length.

Truthfully, it’s been a long time since I’ve touched a penis. However, the way Calvin’s eyes roll back indicates that I must be doing something right.

I cup his balls with my free hand while pumping with my other.

“Careful, Lettie baby. I’m not going to last much longer at this rate.”

Really?

I glance down at Cal and take him in. His bare chest heaves and glistens underneath me. He’s about to lose control as he’s completely naked and I’m fully clothed.