Bedroom Games
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But you couldn’t masturbate when you were sharing a room with a stranger and cameras were pointed on you at all hours.
I snuggled deeper under the covers, thinking hard. Unconsciously, Brodie shifted, moving a little further away from me on the bed.
I frowned at his back. Was he avoiding me, then? I shifted and pretended to fluff my pillow, all the while scooting a bit closer to his back.
He didn’t move.
I shifted a bit closer, so near now that I was practically spooning him. If I took a deep breath, my nipples would brush against his back, and they were already hard and aching with need. I was pretty sure that I was slick between my legs.
This was so not a good idea.
But I still wiggled a little nearer. My nipples skimmed his back. Delicious twin bolts of sensation flickered through my body, and my pulse raced. Oooh. Illicit touching was kind of naughty…and lots of fun.
Brodie shifted and moved a bit further away on the bed.
I moved a little closer and propped an arm underneath my breasts to make them jut out a bit more. My nipples brushed against him again, and I had to bite back a moan.
It was so, so wrong to want Brodie Short. But I totally needed him. I regretted not taking him up on that kiss. Was it too late to change my mind? Damn it, why was I such a chicken?
Brodie shifted again, and to my surprise, he rolled over. I shied backward a bit, but our faces were still super close together, our legs practically tangled. I knew we were both on his side of the bed.
“Kandis,” he whispered, and he pulled the blankets over his head—so no one could read his lips. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to sleep,” I said innocently. But my breathing had quickened and my nipples felt like aching points. If I pressed my thighs together, I could feel the wetness between them. There’d be no sleep here.
“Really?” Brodie asked, a skeptical note in his whisper. “Or are you trying to just torture me?”
“Torture you?”
He shifted under the blankets, and his hand grabbed mine. He guided it down to his boxers and placed it on his hard, stiff erection that was tenting his boxers.
I hissed out a breath.
“Don’t tell me that surprises you,” he murmured. “You’ve been rubbing those gorgeous tits against my back for the last ten minutes.”
“You noticed?” I breathed.
“How could I not?” His whisper was low, but it still held an ache of need in it. “You’re driving me wild, Kandis.”
“I changed my mind,” I told him, and I wrapped my fingers around his length. He seemed impossibly thick and long under those boxers, and I thought of him naked while he was streaking earlier. I wished I hadn’t been so caught up in my own misery so I could have ogled him more. “I want that kiss after all.”
He groaned low, and I felt his hips shove against my hand, forcing my grip to rub on him. “If you promise to keep your hand there, I’ll do whatever you like.”
Oh god, that was incredibly exciting. It was so wrong to be so turned on, wasn’t it? This was the worst place in the world to fool around, but I had never been more aroused. I squeezed his erection. “Then come kiss me.”
He dragged me closer to him under the blankets until I was practically laying under him. My hand remained on his cock, and I gave it another encouraging rub even as he leaned closer.
“Fuck, you are good with your hands, Kandis. You naughty little minx.”
I didn’t get a chance to reply to those words because his mouth pressed down on mine, giving me the kiss I’d asked for. Brodie had a pretty mouth. I’d noticed that in the weeks that we’d been in the house. Soft and sensual and almost too feminine for such a masculine guy, I’d wondered what it would feel like against my own full lips. Too pillowy? Too soft?
I’d been so wrong. His mouth was warm against my own, but it was anything but soft. He was all hard edges and need, and the stubble on his jaw scraped against my skin as his mouth slanted over mine in desperate need. There was nothing gentle about this kiss, not like the soft touches he’d given me earlier.
We’d gone way past that.
Instead, he bit at my lower lip, and when I whimpered in response, his hand moved to my jaw and coaxed my barely parted lips wider. Then, he slanted over my mouth and his tongue thrust against mine. Had I ever thought his mouth would be too soft to kiss well? He was doing better than that—he was fucking me with his tongue.
And oh god, I loved it. I rubbed my own against his, and my hand clasped his shaft, trying to give him the same wordless pleasure he was giving me with his tongue. He licked and sucked at me, and when I dipped my tongue to his lips in a tentative exploration, he caught it in his mouth and lightly sucked at it.
The need in my body exploded. My hips rocked against him, and I moaned into his mouth.
Brodie hushed me with another deep, slick kiss, but he’d heard my need and he responded. Just like my hand clasped his sex, his slid to my panties. Instead of moving into them, though, his fingers skimmed along the outside of the fabric. When my thighs parted for his exploration, he found my seam and began to knead the damp fabric, pressing the cotton against my skin and rubbing.
That drove me wild. My legs locked around his hips, and I ground against his hand, whimpering.
“You are a vision, Kandis. God. You’ve been driving me crazy for weeks now. And just look at how wet you are.” His fingers moved along my seam, outlining it against the damp material. “So turned on at the thought of kissing me, huh? Just like the thought of kissing you made me so hard I couldn’t stand it.”
I moaned into his mouth again.
“Sexy, sinful Kandis,” he murmured. His fingers found my clit even through the panties, and rubbed it hard, making stars spark in front of my eyes. My hips raised off the mattress, and I bit at his lower lip fiercely, need driving me wild. “We should probably stop,” he murmured against my mouth.
But he still kept rubbing my clit through the fabric.
I didn’t want to stop. My hands moved on his cock, and I rubbed, stroking him roughly in time with our twining tongues. I didn’t tell him to let me go. I didn’t tell him to keep going. I just showed him with my tongue and squeezed my thighs around his hips even tighter, trapping his hand between my legs and on my sex that shivered and rocked against his fingers.
I came moments later, in a wild gasp and a rush of wetness that flooded my already-wet panties. He groaned in response, and a moment later, the boxers I was holding onto were wet in the front and sticking to his skin. Brodie gave me another fierce kiss, his tongue claiming me, and then he pulled away, panting.
“That was the best handjob I’ve ever had,” he told me, and then he kissed me again. “Wish we’d been doing that since day one. You have no idea how many times I’ve gone to bed with blue balls at the thought of sleeping next to you.”
I should have been embarrassed at his words. But I simply grinned into the darkness and leaned up to lick at his full mouth, pleased. “I might have been thinking about you too,” I teased. “But I will never admit it.”
“Ha,” he said, and then sat up, the blankets falling down to pool at his waist. He leaned over to me. “I need a new set of boxers, though.”
“I need panties,” I told him in a soft voice.
I snuggled deeper under the covers, thinking hard. Unconsciously, Brodie shifted, moving a little further away from me on the bed.
I frowned at his back. Was he avoiding me, then? I shifted and pretended to fluff my pillow, all the while scooting a bit closer to his back.
He didn’t move.
I shifted a bit closer, so near now that I was practically spooning him. If I took a deep breath, my nipples would brush against his back, and they were already hard and aching with need. I was pretty sure that I was slick between my legs.
This was so not a good idea.
But I still wiggled a little nearer. My nipples skimmed his back. Delicious twin bolts of sensation flickered through my body, and my pulse raced. Oooh. Illicit touching was kind of naughty…and lots of fun.
Brodie shifted and moved a bit further away on the bed.
I moved a little closer and propped an arm underneath my breasts to make them jut out a bit more. My nipples brushed against him again, and I had to bite back a moan.
It was so, so wrong to want Brodie Short. But I totally needed him. I regretted not taking him up on that kiss. Was it too late to change my mind? Damn it, why was I such a chicken?
Brodie shifted again, and to my surprise, he rolled over. I shied backward a bit, but our faces were still super close together, our legs practically tangled. I knew we were both on his side of the bed.
“Kandis,” he whispered, and he pulled the blankets over his head—so no one could read his lips. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to sleep,” I said innocently. But my breathing had quickened and my nipples felt like aching points. If I pressed my thighs together, I could feel the wetness between them. There’d be no sleep here.
“Really?” Brodie asked, a skeptical note in his whisper. “Or are you trying to just torture me?”
“Torture you?”
He shifted under the blankets, and his hand grabbed mine. He guided it down to his boxers and placed it on his hard, stiff erection that was tenting his boxers.
I hissed out a breath.
“Don’t tell me that surprises you,” he murmured. “You’ve been rubbing those gorgeous tits against my back for the last ten minutes.”
“You noticed?” I breathed.
“How could I not?” His whisper was low, but it still held an ache of need in it. “You’re driving me wild, Kandis.”
“I changed my mind,” I told him, and I wrapped my fingers around his length. He seemed impossibly thick and long under those boxers, and I thought of him naked while he was streaking earlier. I wished I hadn’t been so caught up in my own misery so I could have ogled him more. “I want that kiss after all.”
He groaned low, and I felt his hips shove against my hand, forcing my grip to rub on him. “If you promise to keep your hand there, I’ll do whatever you like.”
Oh god, that was incredibly exciting. It was so wrong to be so turned on, wasn’t it? This was the worst place in the world to fool around, but I had never been more aroused. I squeezed his erection. “Then come kiss me.”
He dragged me closer to him under the blankets until I was practically laying under him. My hand remained on his cock, and I gave it another encouraging rub even as he leaned closer.
“Fuck, you are good with your hands, Kandis. You naughty little minx.”
I didn’t get a chance to reply to those words because his mouth pressed down on mine, giving me the kiss I’d asked for. Brodie had a pretty mouth. I’d noticed that in the weeks that we’d been in the house. Soft and sensual and almost too feminine for such a masculine guy, I’d wondered what it would feel like against my own full lips. Too pillowy? Too soft?
I’d been so wrong. His mouth was warm against my own, but it was anything but soft. He was all hard edges and need, and the stubble on his jaw scraped against my skin as his mouth slanted over mine in desperate need. There was nothing gentle about this kiss, not like the soft touches he’d given me earlier.
We’d gone way past that.
Instead, he bit at my lower lip, and when I whimpered in response, his hand moved to my jaw and coaxed my barely parted lips wider. Then, he slanted over my mouth and his tongue thrust against mine. Had I ever thought his mouth would be too soft to kiss well? He was doing better than that—he was fucking me with his tongue.
And oh god, I loved it. I rubbed my own against his, and my hand clasped his shaft, trying to give him the same wordless pleasure he was giving me with his tongue. He licked and sucked at me, and when I dipped my tongue to his lips in a tentative exploration, he caught it in his mouth and lightly sucked at it.
The need in my body exploded. My hips rocked against him, and I moaned into his mouth.
Brodie hushed me with another deep, slick kiss, but he’d heard my need and he responded. Just like my hand clasped his sex, his slid to my panties. Instead of moving into them, though, his fingers skimmed along the outside of the fabric. When my thighs parted for his exploration, he found my seam and began to knead the damp fabric, pressing the cotton against my skin and rubbing.
That drove me wild. My legs locked around his hips, and I ground against his hand, whimpering.
“You are a vision, Kandis. God. You’ve been driving me crazy for weeks now. And just look at how wet you are.” His fingers moved along my seam, outlining it against the damp material. “So turned on at the thought of kissing me, huh? Just like the thought of kissing you made me so hard I couldn’t stand it.”
I moaned into his mouth again.
“Sexy, sinful Kandis,” he murmured. His fingers found my clit even through the panties, and rubbed it hard, making stars spark in front of my eyes. My hips raised off the mattress, and I bit at his lower lip fiercely, need driving me wild. “We should probably stop,” he murmured against my mouth.
But he still kept rubbing my clit through the fabric.
I didn’t want to stop. My hands moved on his cock, and I rubbed, stroking him roughly in time with our twining tongues. I didn’t tell him to let me go. I didn’t tell him to keep going. I just showed him with my tongue and squeezed my thighs around his hips even tighter, trapping his hand between my legs and on my sex that shivered and rocked against his fingers.
I came moments later, in a wild gasp and a rush of wetness that flooded my already-wet panties. He groaned in response, and a moment later, the boxers I was holding onto were wet in the front and sticking to his skin. Brodie gave me another fierce kiss, his tongue claiming me, and then he pulled away, panting.
“That was the best handjob I’ve ever had,” he told me, and then he kissed me again. “Wish we’d been doing that since day one. You have no idea how many times I’ve gone to bed with blue balls at the thought of sleeping next to you.”
I should have been embarrassed at his words. But I simply grinned into the darkness and leaned up to lick at his full mouth, pleased. “I might have been thinking about you too,” I teased. “But I will never admit it.”
“Ha,” he said, and then sat up, the blankets falling down to pool at his waist. He leaned over to me. “I need a new set of boxers, though.”
“I need panties,” I told him in a soft voice.
