Vanessa Fewings - The Game

He stopped suddenly and caught the bag to still it. His green eyes narrowed on me.

I stepped in farther. “Love the house.”

“Looks like someone had a run-in with an African lion?” He smiled broadly. “Is that my shirt?”

“Might be.”

“We have a thief in our midst.”

My glare shifted to the bag and I wondered if he’d chosen this sport to burn off his sexual tension. Right now, I was close to attacking the thing myself. Why did he have to look so damn gorgeous from every angle? So ripped and primed for pleasure.

“Why did you bring me here?” I snapped.

Confusion marred his face. “To spend time with you.”

“What made you change your mind?”

“I didn’t.”

“What you did to me in the Jacuzzi...” I shook my head to say the rest.

He turned and looked across the room as confliction swept over his face.

“Tobias, back at The Broad you begged me to tell you I want you.”

“You didn’t say it.”

“So is this my punishment?”

“Why must you be so captivating?”

“Why must you be so infuriating?”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

Tobias gave another heart-stopping smile as though flaunting his power. He was all well-defined alpha and seductive pose but something told me he wasn’t even trying; this was his natural state, fixed in an unwitting stance of seduction.

“Follow me.” I gestured to his gloves. “Keep those on.”

His arms fell to his sides and his brows rose with curiosity.

I led him over to the seating area where there were two red lounge chairs.

“Sit,” I ordered.

He tilted his head in intrigue.

“Now, please.” I pointed.

Amused, Tobias sat in an armchair and rested his gloved hands on the armrests.

I neared him and leaned in to ease my fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers. “Up.”

He raised his bum off the chair with a smirk. I had his shorts sliding down his hips and his cock bouncing free when I tugged the material over his thighs to pull them off. I threw them onto the other chair. I eased my shorts off and unbuttoned the shirt too and threw them to join his.

“This is getting interesting,” he said as he went to remove a glove.

“No,” I said. “You won’t need your hands for this.”

“Really?”

“No.”

His frown deepened and he slid into a wry smile.

Maneuvering myself, I climbed onto his lap and positioned my thighs on either side of his. Reaching low for his erection, I eased the tip toward my entrance and then slid onto him and savored this blissful glide downward, my sex adjusting to his girth as he filled me entirely, clenching him with ripples of pleasure. My breath stuttered as the delicious tautness made me tremble. Tobias stuttered a breath of arousal. He felt enormous inside as he grew, his erection twitching and sending incredible sensations into my sex.

He narrowed his gaze. “I need my hands.”

“No, no, there won’t be any more talking on your part.” I rocked my hips. “The rest of you is of no interest to me.”

“Jesus, Zara.” His jaw clenched with tension. “This is too hot. I’m gonna come.”

I tripped up his chin. “You’re forbidden. Understand?”

Reaching down, I pressed a fingertip to my clit and luxuriated in my touch. “Oh, that’s good.” I moaned, rising and falling, setting a delicious pace.

His body felt rock hard beneath me and glimmered with perspiration and he smelled divine, the remnants of expensive body wash mixed with his natural scent that did crazy things to me. I nuzzled into the crook of his neck and kissed him, running my tongue along his hot flesh, sending sparks of arousal surging through my body.

Rising, I let out a long erotic groan as my head fell back and my damp locks cascaded behind me, tweaking my nipples to increase this desire and stealing a glance at Tobias, I felt the rush of victory at his arousal.

“I can never get over how beautiful you are,” he said.

My fingertip snapped to his lips. “Let’s pretend you’re not here.”

“Oh, it’s like that?”

My mouth lingered close to his. “It’s exactly like that.” I pulled back when he went to kiss me and it was challenging not to smile.

Reaching up to grab a fistful of his hair I used it for leverage to feverishly ride him, bouncing, as my fingers traced my clit, sending me tumbling over into a blinding orgasm. My hair whipped from side to side, breasts bobbing, as I became wild upon him, drawing out the remnants of my climax, my breaths drawn out.

His gloved hands moved to my waist and I nudged them back to the armrests.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned, languishing on him.

A trickle of perspiration ran down my spine.

His frown was etched in frustration, his green gaze ablaze and speckled with gold, eyes wide with passion, jaw tensing as he forced back his desire. “Zara, if you want me to admit I’m obsessed with you—”

“Hush now.” Reveling in our connection, I circled my hips wider to savor these lingering sensations.

His breathing was ragged, needful and all arrogance gone.

When I rose off him to let him slide out, my sex felt bereft with him no longer inside. I stepped back to admire the creature that had satisfied my darkest yearnings.

“Well done,” I said.

“Get back here.” He tugged his left glove.

Laughing, I scooped up the shirt and shorts and dressed in them on the way out. When I got to the door I turned and said, “Thank you, Mr. Wilder.”

Down the hallway, I threw a wave goodbye to the drone and continued through the house until I reached the front door. Outside on his front porch I paused for a second realizing I needed to call a cab.

Damn.

I had to go back in and I was also thirsty too. The view was vast and in the distance, dusky rolling hills reminded me we were in the middle of nowhere.

I sensed Tobias.

He stepped forward to stand by my side, those shorts back on and his boxing gloves off, his stare following the horizon as he said, “Someone didn’t think this through.”

“I’m not staying in the guesthouse.”

“Well, there is an alternative.” He gave a nod. “But if it’s my bed. It’s my rules.”

“What would those be?” Every part of me fought with this need to reach out and touch that ripped torso again.

He narrowed his stare on me. “I get to fuck you all night long. Hard.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’ll think about it.”

“Yeah, right.” He lifted me high in the air and flung me across his right shoulder so I was upside down and my hands rested on his muscular back.

He slapped my bum in triumph.

I shrieked at the shock and laughed at the joy of being in his arms again. My spontaneity was getting me close to breaking down Wilder’s wall.

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