Changing the Game
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“There. Right there. Don’t stop.”
He rubbed the bud back and forth, and she arched against him, dancing against his finger.
“Gavin, I need to come. I’ve held off all week just waiting for you.”
There was such power in a woman demanding to be pleasured. But he wanted to taste her, wanted to peel off her panties and bury his face between her legs. That’s how he wanted her to come.
He pulled his fingers away and she whimpered, but when he drew her panties down her legs, her eyes blazed emerald fire.
She lifted up on her elbows and widened her legs for him, panting as he shouldered his way between them.
“Yes. Lick me. Make me come.”
She reached for his head and slid her fingers in his hair, pulling him down to her pussy.
Oh, yeah. She really needed it. Her desperation made his dick pound, because that meant she’d waited for him, that she needed him. The ego boost made him want to slide his c**k inside her, made his need to come almost as strong as hers.
But Elizabeth was going to come first.
He swiped his tongue along her soft flesh, inhaling the sweet aroma of her arousal, licking every secret fold as he made his way to the tight button that would rocket her into a cl**ax. She tensed, lifted her butt off the mattress, and shoved her pu**y against his face.
“Please,” she murmured. Her back arched, and her knuckles were white with strain.
He swept his arms under her legs and lifted her pussy, then drove his tongue inside her, f**king her with long strokes, using every part of his face to rub against her. When he felt her shaking, when he knew she was close, he swept his tongue across her pu**y lips and up to her clit, then covered it with his lips and sucked, sending her over the edge.
She came with a wild cry, bucking against his face and tearing at the sheets. He loved watching her come apart, her sweet flavor filling his mouth, and knowing he could give her this release. And when she finally settled, he crawled up her body, peppering it with light kisses, giving her time to catch her breath.
He leaned over her, and she took a big breath, sighed, then grinned up at him.
“That might have been worth waiting a week for.”
He arched a brow. “We’re not done.”
GOOD GOD. WHAT A WELCOME-HOME PRESENT. ELIZABETH was certain she’d just had the best orgasm of her life.
Then again, every orgasm Gavin gave her always seemed like the very best she’d ever had.
He was the best she’d ever had. No surprise there. Maybe being in love with someone upped the cl**ax factor. She’d always heard sex was better with someone you loved. She’d just never believed it.
Now she did.
One orgasm down, and his hair brushed her belly. She slid her hands in the lush softness of it. She loved his hair, could never tire of running her fingers through it.
He bent over her and licked her br**sts around the lacy cups of her bra.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” she murmured.
And when he surged forward and took the strap of her bra between his teeth and dragged it over her shoulder, she felt herself melting, desire screaming to life.
If that wasn’t the sexiest damn thing, especially when he grabbed the other bra strap and did the same thing, then reached underneath her, popped the clasp like a champion, and pulled the bra from her body—again with his teeth.
Yowza.
He moved to her neck and kissed her there, then dragged his tongue across her throat, down her collarbone, and to her breasts. He licked her nipples, sucked them, took her br**sts in his hands and used his fingers, his thumbs, his mouth on them until every nerve ending in her body screamed to the heavens.
Dear God, she had goose bumps.
She felt . . . worshipped.
He left her only long enough to strip off his clothes, then came back to the bed and sat. He dragged her to a sitting position on his lap, his c**k hard as he pulled her on top of him. She wound her legs around him, and his c**k naturally fit right where her pu**y was—how convenient was that?
“Slide on me. Fuck me,” he said, his voice raspy and hoarse, as if he’d been holding back and just couldn’t anymore.
She liked that, didn’t want to be the only one on the brink.
She put her hands on his shoulders and slid onto his cock, watching it disappear inside her inch by inch.
It was always at this moment that she stilled. That moment when he was all the way inside her, thickening, pulsing, right before he started to move within her. Every nerve ending was completely in tune with his, and she could come right now. But she calmed her body, forced it to wait for the big moment, because it was going to be even better if she just had the patience to wait it out.
And then he began to move, and so did she. He moved backward and she slid forward, a seesaw of thrust and slide. His hand was on her ass and she held on to his shoulders as they f**ked in tandem, a perfect rhythm. She watched where they were connected, leaning back far enough to see his c**k slide in and out of her. A voyeur’s view of f**king—of them f**king, which only ratcheted up the sensations.
And when she lifted her gaze to his, saw the lines of tension on his face, the focus and the hunger that matched hers, she dug her nails into his shoulders and rocked forward with a furious thrust, slamming her body onto his cock. His gaze narrowed, and he pushed back against her, driving into her deeply, giving back what she’d given him. She gasped, leaned back, and he powered into her again, harder this time.
She dug her heels into his buttocks, then reached down and rubbed her clit.
“Fuck,” he said, watching as she got herself off.
She felt the tightening, the pulses that thundered through every nerve ending, and knew she was going to come.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it, come on me.”
“Oh, Gavin,” she whimpered, then fell, her orgasm squeezing his c**k with waves of pleasure that catapulted her into waves of ecstasy. He took her mouth as he drove deep inside her, and she savored the moment of her cl**ax with his lips on hers and the depth of emotion that carried her to a place she’d never been before, to a wholeness she’d never felt with any other man.
After, he held her, the two of them still connected, still wrapped up in each other as if neither one of them wanted to let go.
He kissed her shoulder and her neck, nibbled on her ear, which made her laugh.
“I’m hungry,” he finally said.
“How about pizza?”
He leaned back. “You’re cooking me pizza?”
“Ha. Fat chance. I’m ordering pizza.”
They dressed and went downstairs, ordered pizza and ate. Halfway through the meal Elizabeth remembered the flowers Gavin had brought her. She jumped up and grabbed them from the entryway and brought them into the kitchen where they were sitting.
“They’re really lovely, Gavin. Thank you for these.”
“You’re welcome.”
She dragged a crystal vase down from on top of the refrigerator and put the flowers in water, then set them on top of her kitchen table.
GAVIN LIKED WATCHING ELIZABETH AT HOME. HE’D been here a couple of times for client parties, but she’d been “on” then. Now she was relaxed, wasn’t entertaining clients.
They finished the pizza and moved into the living room.
She had an enormous condo, and as they settled on the couch, Gavin remembered his surprise the first time he’d seen her big-screen television and several game consoles.
“Drink?” she asked.
“Whiskey is good.”
She went over to the bar on one of the side walls and fixed him a drink, refilled her wine from the wine bar in there, then brought both over, sliding her game remote to the side.
“Playing Major League Baseball on your Xbox?”
She gave him a shrug. “PlayStation has a better game, actually. And I like to see what’s out there and where my players are being showcased.”
He grabbed a seat and picked up a controller. “Bullshit. You’re a competitive bitch and you like to win.”
She laughed. “You know way too much about me.”
In no time at all they were deep in a game, nudging each other and calling out obscenities when one would get a hit or score a run.
Elizabeth was laughing so hard she struck out—twice.
“Dammit. You’re deliberately sabotaging my game.”
“Not my fault you suck at baseball.”
She kicked him. “I do not suck at baseball. I’ll have you know my team has gone to the World Series three times.”
“Obviously, you cheat.”
She lifted her chin. “I never cheat. I’m just that good.”
He tossed the controller on the table and went after her. She shrieked and tried to get away, but he grabbed her and threw her facedown on the sofa, covering her body with his. “That good, huh?”
She let her controller drop to the ground. “Mmm hmmm. That good.”
“Show me how good you are.”
“Tell me what you want.”
His body covering hers, all hard muscle yet not overpowering, caused her ni**les to pucker, especially when she felt his c**k begin to harden against her butt.
She was that easy to arouse. Her pu**y dampened at the thought of Gavin taking her like this on her sofa. Right now.
“Anything?”
Oh, God. Yes. “Anything.”
He jerked her dress up. She hadn’t bothered to put her panties back on.
“What if I want to f**k your ass, Elizabeth?”
Her cl*tquivered. She rubbed it against the couch.
“Does that excite you?”
“Yes.”
“Have you ever been f**ked in the ass before?”
“No.”
He reached between them and spread her ass cheeks, his finger dancing between them. Just that light touch excited her.
She’d give him anything.
“Do you want me to f**k your ass?”
She could hardly breathe. Excitement drilled her, aroused her, made her want to rub her cl*tright now and come. “Yes. Fuck it.”
“Where’s your lube?”
“Upstairs. Left-side drawer.”
“I’ll be right back. Get on your knees on the floor.”
While he was gone, she slid onto the floor and spread her legs, waiting, her heart pounding in anticipation. She slid her hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit, unable to resist slipping two fingers inside her pu**y to f**k herself.
God, she was so turned on just thinking of Gavin pumping his c**k in her ass she could come in a minute or two.
Gavin came down the stairs and stood there, watching her.
“God, you’re beautiful. Are you f**king yourself?”
“Yes. I couldn’t wait.”
“Don’t come yet. Not until I’m in your ass.”
“Hurry.”
He moved behind her and dropped his pants. She kept up the rhythm of her fingers on her clit, the tension and excitement mounting.
Gavin spread her ass cheeks and applied lube over her anus, then rubbed his fingers back and forth over her hole, teasing her, sliding a finger partially inside her. The pressure was intense, exciting, and nothing like what she expected. She wanted him to f**k her.
“Gavin. That feels so good.”
“I’m going to make you come hard tonight with my c**k in your ass.”
She shuddered and bent all the way over. “Shove your finger inside me. All the way. Let me feel it.”
He slid his finger in, and she convulsed, pulled her own fingers out of her pussy. It would have been so easy to come right then. The sensation of having his finger in her ass and her fingers in her pu**y was tremendous.
Double fucked. She wanted to be double fucked. Her fingers and his cock.
She was going to come so hard.
“Do it. Fuck me. Now.”
He poured more lube on her ass, then she heard the tearing of a condom wrapper. Gavin leaned over her back to whisper in her ear.
“I’ll go slow and easy. If it hurts too much, tell me and I’ll stop. You control this, okay?”
“Yes.”
She felt his c**k head at the entrance to her anus. He probed, pushed past the muscled entrance. It burned, but oh, it was a sweet burn as she continued to lightly rub her fingers over her clit. She took some of the lube that had dripped down her pu**y and swiped it over the tortured nub, taking herself right to the edge again. And as he pushed his c**k inside her, she shoved her fingers in her pu**y again.
She felt him pulse as he stilled, letting her get used to his thickness. But she wanted to feel him move inside her.
“Gavin, f**k me.”
“Your ass is so tight, Elizabeth. It’s squeezing my cock. Do you know how good it’s going to be when we both come?”
She strummed her cl*tfaster, f**ked her pu**y with three fingers. She was moaning, sweating, out of her mind with a primal hunger that left her senseless. She’d never felt so full before. His c**k was thick and hot in her ass as he eased in and out, thrusting against her with a gentle rhythm.
But as her orgasm tunneled ever closer, she didn’t want slow and easy.
“Harder. Fuck me hard, Gavin. Make it hurt.”
“You sure that’s what you want?”
“Yes! Now f**k me and come in me.”
He reared back and slammed his c**k into her ass. She screamed and thrust her fingers deep into her pu**y and drove the heel of her hand against her clit. As he glued his h*ps against her buttocks, she felt her oncoming cl**ax and bucked back against him.
“I’m coming, Gavin.”
“And I’m going to come in your ass right . . . now.”
He powered his c**k inside her and then burst, yelling out with his orgasm. She tilted her head back and cried out as she cl**axed, convulsing on his c**k as they both came apart at the same time, both of them shuddering against each other.
He rubbed the bud back and forth, and she arched against him, dancing against his finger.
“Gavin, I need to come. I’ve held off all week just waiting for you.”
There was such power in a woman demanding to be pleasured. But he wanted to taste her, wanted to peel off her panties and bury his face between her legs. That’s how he wanted her to come.
He pulled his fingers away and she whimpered, but when he drew her panties down her legs, her eyes blazed emerald fire.
She lifted up on her elbows and widened her legs for him, panting as he shouldered his way between them.
“Yes. Lick me. Make me come.”
She reached for his head and slid her fingers in his hair, pulling him down to her pussy.
Oh, yeah. She really needed it. Her desperation made his dick pound, because that meant she’d waited for him, that she needed him. The ego boost made him want to slide his c**k inside her, made his need to come almost as strong as hers.
But Elizabeth was going to come first.
He swiped his tongue along her soft flesh, inhaling the sweet aroma of her arousal, licking every secret fold as he made his way to the tight button that would rocket her into a cl**ax. She tensed, lifted her butt off the mattress, and shoved her pu**y against his face.
“Please,” she murmured. Her back arched, and her knuckles were white with strain.
He swept his arms under her legs and lifted her pussy, then drove his tongue inside her, f**king her with long strokes, using every part of his face to rub against her. When he felt her shaking, when he knew she was close, he swept his tongue across her pu**y lips and up to her clit, then covered it with his lips and sucked, sending her over the edge.
She came with a wild cry, bucking against his face and tearing at the sheets. He loved watching her come apart, her sweet flavor filling his mouth, and knowing he could give her this release. And when she finally settled, he crawled up her body, peppering it with light kisses, giving her time to catch her breath.
He leaned over her, and she took a big breath, sighed, then grinned up at him.
“That might have been worth waiting a week for.”
He arched a brow. “We’re not done.”
GOOD GOD. WHAT A WELCOME-HOME PRESENT. ELIZABETH was certain she’d just had the best orgasm of her life.
Then again, every orgasm Gavin gave her always seemed like the very best she’d ever had.
He was the best she’d ever had. No surprise there. Maybe being in love with someone upped the cl**ax factor. She’d always heard sex was better with someone you loved. She’d just never believed it.
Now she did.
One orgasm down, and his hair brushed her belly. She slid her hands in the lush softness of it. She loved his hair, could never tire of running her fingers through it.
He bent over her and licked her br**sts around the lacy cups of her bra.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” she murmured.
And when he surged forward and took the strap of her bra between his teeth and dragged it over her shoulder, she felt herself melting, desire screaming to life.
If that wasn’t the sexiest damn thing, especially when he grabbed the other bra strap and did the same thing, then reached underneath her, popped the clasp like a champion, and pulled the bra from her body—again with his teeth.
Yowza.
He moved to her neck and kissed her there, then dragged his tongue across her throat, down her collarbone, and to her breasts. He licked her nipples, sucked them, took her br**sts in his hands and used his fingers, his thumbs, his mouth on them until every nerve ending in her body screamed to the heavens.
Dear God, she had goose bumps.
She felt . . . worshipped.
He left her only long enough to strip off his clothes, then came back to the bed and sat. He dragged her to a sitting position on his lap, his c**k hard as he pulled her on top of him. She wound her legs around him, and his c**k naturally fit right where her pu**y was—how convenient was that?
“Slide on me. Fuck me,” he said, his voice raspy and hoarse, as if he’d been holding back and just couldn’t anymore.
She liked that, didn’t want to be the only one on the brink.
She put her hands on his shoulders and slid onto his cock, watching it disappear inside her inch by inch.
It was always at this moment that she stilled. That moment when he was all the way inside her, thickening, pulsing, right before he started to move within her. Every nerve ending was completely in tune with his, and she could come right now. But she calmed her body, forced it to wait for the big moment, because it was going to be even better if she just had the patience to wait it out.
And then he began to move, and so did she. He moved backward and she slid forward, a seesaw of thrust and slide. His hand was on her ass and she held on to his shoulders as they f**ked in tandem, a perfect rhythm. She watched where they were connected, leaning back far enough to see his c**k slide in and out of her. A voyeur’s view of f**king—of them f**king, which only ratcheted up the sensations.
And when she lifted her gaze to his, saw the lines of tension on his face, the focus and the hunger that matched hers, she dug her nails into his shoulders and rocked forward with a furious thrust, slamming her body onto his cock. His gaze narrowed, and he pushed back against her, driving into her deeply, giving back what she’d given him. She gasped, leaned back, and he powered into her again, harder this time.
She dug her heels into his buttocks, then reached down and rubbed her clit.
“Fuck,” he said, watching as she got herself off.
She felt the tightening, the pulses that thundered through every nerve ending, and knew she was going to come.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it, come on me.”
“Oh, Gavin,” she whimpered, then fell, her orgasm squeezing his c**k with waves of pleasure that catapulted her into waves of ecstasy. He took her mouth as he drove deep inside her, and she savored the moment of her cl**ax with his lips on hers and the depth of emotion that carried her to a place she’d never been before, to a wholeness she’d never felt with any other man.
After, he held her, the two of them still connected, still wrapped up in each other as if neither one of them wanted to let go.
He kissed her shoulder and her neck, nibbled on her ear, which made her laugh.
“I’m hungry,” he finally said.
“How about pizza?”
He leaned back. “You’re cooking me pizza?”
“Ha. Fat chance. I’m ordering pizza.”
They dressed and went downstairs, ordered pizza and ate. Halfway through the meal Elizabeth remembered the flowers Gavin had brought her. She jumped up and grabbed them from the entryway and brought them into the kitchen where they were sitting.
“They’re really lovely, Gavin. Thank you for these.”
“You’re welcome.”
She dragged a crystal vase down from on top of the refrigerator and put the flowers in water, then set them on top of her kitchen table.
GAVIN LIKED WATCHING ELIZABETH AT HOME. HE’D been here a couple of times for client parties, but she’d been “on” then. Now she was relaxed, wasn’t entertaining clients.
They finished the pizza and moved into the living room.
She had an enormous condo, and as they settled on the couch, Gavin remembered his surprise the first time he’d seen her big-screen television and several game consoles.
“Drink?” she asked.
“Whiskey is good.”
She went over to the bar on one of the side walls and fixed him a drink, refilled her wine from the wine bar in there, then brought both over, sliding her game remote to the side.
“Playing Major League Baseball on your Xbox?”
She gave him a shrug. “PlayStation has a better game, actually. And I like to see what’s out there and where my players are being showcased.”
He grabbed a seat and picked up a controller. “Bullshit. You’re a competitive bitch and you like to win.”
She laughed. “You know way too much about me.”
In no time at all they were deep in a game, nudging each other and calling out obscenities when one would get a hit or score a run.
Elizabeth was laughing so hard she struck out—twice.
“Dammit. You’re deliberately sabotaging my game.”
“Not my fault you suck at baseball.”
She kicked him. “I do not suck at baseball. I’ll have you know my team has gone to the World Series three times.”
“Obviously, you cheat.”
She lifted her chin. “I never cheat. I’m just that good.”
He tossed the controller on the table and went after her. She shrieked and tried to get away, but he grabbed her and threw her facedown on the sofa, covering her body with his. “That good, huh?”
She let her controller drop to the ground. “Mmm hmmm. That good.”
“Show me how good you are.”
“Tell me what you want.”
His body covering hers, all hard muscle yet not overpowering, caused her ni**les to pucker, especially when she felt his c**k begin to harden against her butt.
She was that easy to arouse. Her pu**y dampened at the thought of Gavin taking her like this on her sofa. Right now.
“Anything?”
Oh, God. Yes. “Anything.”
He jerked her dress up. She hadn’t bothered to put her panties back on.
“What if I want to f**k your ass, Elizabeth?”
Her cl*tquivered. She rubbed it against the couch.
“Does that excite you?”
“Yes.”
“Have you ever been f**ked in the ass before?”
“No.”
He reached between them and spread her ass cheeks, his finger dancing between them. Just that light touch excited her.
She’d give him anything.
“Do you want me to f**k your ass?”
She could hardly breathe. Excitement drilled her, aroused her, made her want to rub her cl*tright now and come. “Yes. Fuck it.”
“Where’s your lube?”
“Upstairs. Left-side drawer.”
“I’ll be right back. Get on your knees on the floor.”
While he was gone, she slid onto the floor and spread her legs, waiting, her heart pounding in anticipation. She slid her hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit, unable to resist slipping two fingers inside her pu**y to f**k herself.
God, she was so turned on just thinking of Gavin pumping his c**k in her ass she could come in a minute or two.
Gavin came down the stairs and stood there, watching her.
“God, you’re beautiful. Are you f**king yourself?”
“Yes. I couldn’t wait.”
“Don’t come yet. Not until I’m in your ass.”
“Hurry.”
He moved behind her and dropped his pants. She kept up the rhythm of her fingers on her clit, the tension and excitement mounting.
Gavin spread her ass cheeks and applied lube over her anus, then rubbed his fingers back and forth over her hole, teasing her, sliding a finger partially inside her. The pressure was intense, exciting, and nothing like what she expected. She wanted him to f**k her.
“Gavin. That feels so good.”
“I’m going to make you come hard tonight with my c**k in your ass.”
She shuddered and bent all the way over. “Shove your finger inside me. All the way. Let me feel it.”
He slid his finger in, and she convulsed, pulled her own fingers out of her pussy. It would have been so easy to come right then. The sensation of having his finger in her ass and her fingers in her pu**y was tremendous.
Double fucked. She wanted to be double fucked. Her fingers and his cock.
She was going to come so hard.
“Do it. Fuck me. Now.”
He poured more lube on her ass, then she heard the tearing of a condom wrapper. Gavin leaned over her back to whisper in her ear.
“I’ll go slow and easy. If it hurts too much, tell me and I’ll stop. You control this, okay?”
“Yes.”
She felt his c**k head at the entrance to her anus. He probed, pushed past the muscled entrance. It burned, but oh, it was a sweet burn as she continued to lightly rub her fingers over her clit. She took some of the lube that had dripped down her pu**y and swiped it over the tortured nub, taking herself right to the edge again. And as he pushed his c**k inside her, she shoved her fingers in her pu**y again.
She felt him pulse as he stilled, letting her get used to his thickness. But she wanted to feel him move inside her.
“Gavin, f**k me.”
“Your ass is so tight, Elizabeth. It’s squeezing my cock. Do you know how good it’s going to be when we both come?”
She strummed her cl*tfaster, f**ked her pu**y with three fingers. She was moaning, sweating, out of her mind with a primal hunger that left her senseless. She’d never felt so full before. His c**k was thick and hot in her ass as he eased in and out, thrusting against her with a gentle rhythm.
But as her orgasm tunneled ever closer, she didn’t want slow and easy.
“Harder. Fuck me hard, Gavin. Make it hurt.”
“You sure that’s what you want?”
“Yes! Now f**k me and come in me.”
He reared back and slammed his c**k into her ass. She screamed and thrust her fingers deep into her pu**y and drove the heel of her hand against her clit. As he glued his h*ps against her buttocks, she felt her oncoming cl**ax and bucked back against him.
“I’m coming, Gavin.”
“And I’m going to come in your ass right . . . now.”
He powered his c**k inside her and then burst, yelling out with his orgasm. She tilted her head back and cried out as she cl**axed, convulsing on his c**k as they both came apart at the same time, both of them shuddering against each other.
