The Game Plan (Game On #3)

by Kristen Callihan

  His solemn eyes, framed by thick lashes, are open wide and trained on my face as his broad chest lifts and falls with each heavy breath.

  “They have no fucking idea, do they?” My voice is barely a whisper.

  He stills, the muscles along his torso going tight as he stares back at me. I don’t have to explain myself; he knows exactly what I mean, and he gives me the barest shake of the head, his throat working on a hard swallow.

  No. No one sees him the way I do. Because he doesn’t let them. Content to stay in the shadows, provide support when needed, never demanding anything for himself. Until me.

  I see Ethan Dexter; he shines for me. And I burn hotter than the sun when I’m in his orbit.

  I take a deep breath, and the air feels hot and dry going down, I’m so needy for him. But this isn’t about me. Not right now.

  My hand glides over his length, barely touching his silky skin. Even so, his whole body shivers, his expression pinching tight as though it’s both torture and ecstasy.

  “No more thinking, Ethan. Show me how you want it.” I give the rounded tip of his cock a kiss, and it jumps against my lips. Eager, so unbelievably eager. My eyes stay on his. “I need you to show me.”

  His nostrils flare on an indrawn breath, and then he reaches for me, his big hand spanning the back of my head. Long fingers twine in my hair, gathering it in his grasp. He holds me just tight enough that I feel it in my scalp. Hell, I feel it down my thighs.

  They clench when he slowly guides my head back to his cock. Those serious eyes peer down at me. His voice is a low rumble. “Open.”

  God.

  My lips part, my breath coming in a soft pant. But he doesn’t shove himself in. No, he’s fucking deviant because he wraps his free hand around the wide base of his cock and slowly runs the fat, swollen crown over my upper lip.

  The cool, metal ball runs along the seam of my lips, such a strong contrast to all that hot flesh, that a moan breaks from deep within me. Without bidding, I open wider, wanting him on my tongue.

  His eyes burn into mine. “Give it a lick.”

  And I do, a teasing flick along the tiny slit of his dick.

  His nostrils flare. “More, Cherry. Lick it good and slow.”

  “Like this?” I run the flat of my tongue around the crown, licking him up like he’s an ice cream cone.

  Ethan bites his bottom lip, his lashes fluttering down, and manages to give me a nod. So I do it again, earning a moan from him.

  “Oh, Jesus, Fi… Maybe…ah…God, Cherry, do whatever you want to me. I’m yours. I’m all yours.”

  He’s sprawled back, his long body taking up all of the bed, one arm thrown over his forehead, his lip caught between his teeth as if in pain. He gazes down at me so full of lust and need, he seems almost helpless, this massive guy.

  Mine.

  Kissing the tip, I smile up at him, and then suck him deep.

  He grunts loud and long, a garbled “unf” that tears from his throat as his back leaves the bed, almost dislodging him from my mouth. I wrap my fingers around his base, my free hand smoothing up and down his thigh, soothing as I work my tongue over his piercing.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He fists the sheets, pulling them from the mattress, as his hips shift and twitch.

  I smile around his cock. Soon.

  Torturing Ethan tortures me as well. I’m so hot my thighs quiver and my nipples ache. I curl over him, my palms braced on his thick thighs. He’s so big and hard in my mouth, my jaw hurts. I don’t care. I could do this every day.

  I take my time, explore every substantial, glorious inch of him, cup his heavy balls and gently roll them in my palm. Oh, but he loves that.

  “Give them a tug,” he whispers, sounding desperate.

  When I do, his whole body shudders.

  “Fi, Fi, I’m gonna…” He licks his lips and gazes down at me as if he’s lost the power of speech.

  Oh, but I know. I want him to come spectacularly. The power in his body moves under my touch. It’s heady. And when he comes with an agonized groan, giving himself fully over to me, I fall completely under his spell.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Dex

  Fantasy and reality are never the same. I’ve fantasized about Fiona Mackenzie’s mouth sucking on my dick more times that I should admit. Never once did I get it right.

  I didn’t want to recall those vague, fractured memories I had of the only other girl who’d performed that service for me those many years ago. They had no place being anywhere near the vicinity of Fi. So I’d only had my imagination to go on.

  My imagination is a weak bitch compared to the reality of Fi’s warm, silken mouth, the way her delicate hands glide over me, stroking and petting as if my pleasure, my need, is all that matters.

  It cuts me off at the knees. I want to fall at her feet and confess my undying devotion. If this is what a blowjob reduces me to, I can’t even think of what finally sinking into her sweet body will do. I’ll probably have a fucking aneurysm or something.

  As it is, I’m panting as if I’ve run thirty drills in a row. Sweat slicks my skin, makes my jeans damp and clingy around my thighs. I want them off. Everything off. Nothing between us now.

  Truth is, I’m a fucking mess. My hands are clumsy and shaking as I reach for Fi, haul her up my chest so I can kiss her. She comes willingly, her lips parting, her tongue tangling with mine. She tastes of me, of herself, of us.

  That we’ve become an us has my fingers threading through her hair, holding on tight. My kiss has no skill now. Just need. “I need you bare. I need to touch you.”

  She nods, takes another kiss, fumbles to reach the hem of her sweater. I’m holding her too close, but I don’t want to let go. I whip off her shirt, then sit back to shimmy out of my jeans.

  “I didn’t want to come,” I tell her. It sounds like an accusation, but it really isn’t. Coming in her mouth. Jesus fuck. Just fuck. She’d sucked me down, her hot mouth tugging at my dick as if she needed it to survive. It made me feel weak as hell and like a god among men. Because Fi had chosen me. Out of all prospects, she wanted me.

  “You’ll come again,” she assures, nibbling at my neck. “I just took the edge off.”

  More like unleashed my primitive side that says, claim her now and do it hard. Only I can’t seem to control my limbs. Hell, my cock is rising again. I’m pretty sure hard and ready is going to be its go-to state for days.

  She’s laughing now, her voice all soft and husky. I know it’s because I’m stuck in my jeans, the fabric snagged on my ankles. Fi reaches out and pulls me free. I’m naked, and she’s not. This needs to be rectified.

  “Off.” One, swift tug and her skinny little jeans are sailing across the room.

  “Whoa, Big Guy,” she says with another laugh, her green eyes dancing. “Hold on a sec.”

  I’ve been holding on for twenty-four years. But I take a breath, make myself calm. Whatever Fi wants, I’ll give her.

  Swallowing with difficulty, I sit up, pressing my fists against my thighs so I don’t reach for her. Because she’s lovely, sitting there in her lacy pink bra and panties.

  She ducks her head, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “I have an IUD.”

  “Really?” I probably shouldn’t say it like that, all shocked and shit, but I’m distracted, and it slips out. That sounds like something a girl in a committed relationship gets. I hate the idea of Fi having been in a heavy relationship before me.

  She gives me a look. “I know it sounds…extreme. But after Ivy…” She bites her lip and shrugs. “I just wanted to be extra careful.”

  I nod because now I get it. Ivy and Gray got pregnant their senior year of college. It wasn’t planned, and then Ivy miscarried. It tore Gray up, and I spent many a night with him and Drew playing video games and basically distracting the guy. Later, when they were married and became pregnant again, Gray was a nervous wreck until Ivy reached her second trimester and he could actually see a sonogram of a live and healthy
baby kicking around in her womb. I can imagine Fi witnessed a lot of Ivy’s pain as well.

  Gently, I rest my hand on her bare thigh and rub it. “Okay.”

  Fi puts her hand on mine. “I’m clean. Got tested after my last boyfriend. I have an email of my results.” She moves to reach for her phone but I stop her with a touch to her shoulder.

  “I believe you.”

  Oddly, she frowns. “You shouldn’t. Don’t believe what any girl tells you out of hand. There are too many liars and cheats gunning for professional athletes. Hell, you should check to make sure I have an IUD—”

  I kiss her. No tongue, just a pressing of my lips to hers to stop her word spew. She blinks up at me when I pull away.

  “Cherry, it’s just you and me. So stop talking crazy about other girls. I trust you, and I don’t really give a shit if you think I shouldn’t.”

  Her lips purse, but she’s fighting a smile. “So touchy.”

  “Yeah, well, it pisses me off when you imagine me with other women.”

  “The thought pisses me off too, Big Guy.”

  “Good.” I caress the tight little corner of her mouth with my thumb. “Now, is all this your way of saying you don’t want to use a condom?”

  The thought does funny things to my insides. Makes me think about forever and exclusivity and finally being inside Fi.

  “You’re grinning,” she points out.

  “I am.” I grin some more, kiss the fragrant curve of her neck.

  Fi tilts her head to give me room. “It’s your first time, Ethan. You ought to get the full experience.”

  Delicately as I can, I run the tip of my tongue up her neck, loving the way she shivers. When I reach her mouth, I dip in to snatch a taste, and she moans, opening up wider. God, she’s delicious.

  Mine. All mine.

  My fingers thread through her hair, holding on tight. “Can I have the full experience now?”

  She chuckles, the sound muffled against my lips, and her arms wrap around my neck to bring me closer. “You can have it all, Ethan.”

  “Be warned, Cherry, I’m going to take it.” With that, I swing her onto my lap. A flick of her bra snap and it slips off. I palm her breasts, graze my lips over the stiff bud of her nipple before sucking it deep, taking as much of her breast into my mouth as I can. Greedy, so greedy, for her.

  I love the way she moans and pushes into my touch. I want more of her sounds. My teeth bite down, just enough to make her feel it, make her squirm. Pain and pleasure.

  I know how my confession must have sounded, how I’d pierced myself in the most painful place possible for the want of her. But it wasn’t entirely impulsive. I’d known that eventually the pain would fade and there would be only pleasure. Added pleasure for me and for whoever I was with.

  Yeah, I’d been picturing Fi. Didn’t matter if I tried to move on. Eventually, my mind returned to Fiona. She’s my One, whether I want her to be or not. But want her I do. And now I’m going to have her. Like that, any lingering nerves about having sex for the first time dissipate like fog in the sun.

  Easing her back on the bed, I take hold of her panties. The journey that small scrap of silk takes down her legs seems endless. Torture.

  Fi only chuckles, kicks her panties aside. I’ve never met a girl like her. She isn’t shy, yet she doesn’t preen. She knows I’m dying to see her. It’s clear in the way she lays back, one arm draped over her head, the other resting on my shoulder. In the way she looks up at me as if to say, I’m yours, do as you wish.

  A breath gusts out of my mouth. I’m shaking like a leaf. Sweat covers my skin, makes me shiver even more. And yet I’m so fucking hot I can barely breathe.

  I can’t stop stroking her curves, her skin so smooth and soft I could touch her forever. Can’t stop staring at the deep rose tips of her nipples, at pert, creamy breasts that fit perfectly in the palm of my hand. At the dip of her waist and wide swells of her hips. The little triangle of golden curls, the exact shade of spun sugar.

  She is so gorgeous, so perfect, my chest feels like it might cave in.

  Her plump lips curl in a smile. “Now I know even a virgin football player has to have seen his share of naked women.”

  She's right. Girls aren’t shy around star athletes. I’ve seen plenty of them. In all sorts of shapes, sizes, and colors.

  “I can’t be that different,” she says.

  My hand stills on the curve of her hip, at the spot where it sweeps down to her luscious ass. “You are.” A little furrow works between her brows, and I lean down to press my lips there. “You’re mine. That makes all the difference in the world.”

  I can feel her smile. She cups the back of my neck, runs her fingers down my skin, sending lightning strikes of heat along my back. “Take me, Ethan.”

  I’m not even conscious of moving, but I’m kissing her, deep and hard, like I need her to breathe. Soft lips, warm, wet mouth. My tongue dips in again, again, needing more. I move over her, my hips settling between her legs.

  Hell, she’s so much smaller than me, delicate and breakable. I don’t want to crush her, but she spreads her thighs wider, sighing into my mouth as she does it, and I just want to press into her until every inch of my skin covers hers.

  My cock is so hard it hurts, nestled along the slick channel between her legs. I can’t help but move my hips, slip-slide and grind against her sweet pussy. But it’s not enough. I want in. It’s pure aggression, this need.

  Gritting my teeth, I rest my weight on my elbows and peer down at her. “Okay?” I don’t know if I’m asking her or asking myself. I’m shaking again. Always shaking with this girl. She could slash me in two with a word, a look, and she doesn’t know it.

  Or maybe she does. Her smile is tender as she brushes back the tangle of my damp hair hanging around my face. “Perfect, Ethan.”

  I force a breath into my lungs, then cant my hips, lifting back enough that the aching tip of my cock finds her opening. So warm and slick. I swallow convulsively, my heart threatening to pound its way out of my chest.

  “Fi,” I whisper, searching her eyes.

  Her hand glides down my spine to my ass, clutches tight, urging me to move. And then I’m pushing in and in. And in.

  A groan tears from me, so ragged it sounds like I’m in pain, when really I’m in Heaven. Tight, wet, hot Heaven. I think I sob. I don’t know. My only thought is more. And now.

  I push until she’s too tight to get any farther. Then pull back.

  Holy sweet hell. The glide out is almost as good. Only, fuck, I need to thrust again. And harder. Get deeper. So I do, working my way in, fighting for every inch and loving every fucking second of it.

  Beneath me, Fi’s eyes flutter closed, her slim back arching up toward me. She’s fragile beneath me. And yet, God, the way she spreads her legs wider, the little whimpers and gasps for air, like she’s desperate for me to give it to her hard. It takes all my will not to pound into her like a beast. Because I need to know for sure.

  “Good?” I whisper, my voice raw in my throat as I pant, my arms braced at her sides and shaking.

  “So…very…” She swallows hard, rocks her hips, working herself on to me.

  Tight, so tight. Slick walls squeeze me. My dick throbbing and stiff, nudges just a bit deeper. “You like being stuffed full of my cock?”

  “Fuck yes.” The hard points of her nipples brush against my chest. “More,” she says. “More.”

  So I give it to her. Pumping through the perfect clench of her pussy. Until I bottom out. For a second I hold perfectly still, my entire body straining against hers. I close my eyes, clench my teeth. Shivering heat licks along my skin. My dick pulses so hard, I feel the shock waves in my ass, down my thighs.

  Don’t come. Don’t you fucking come.

  I take a breath, and it burns through my lungs.

  Then she touches me, the brush of her fingers tracing my cheek. “Ethan.”

  I find her gazing up at me, her cheeks flushed and dewy with swe
at. So beautiful I can’t speak. Her thumb caresses my skin. “Now, baby.”

  A groan rips from me. I lose myself, thrusting with blind need. And it feels so good, so fucking good, my entire body ignites. I can’t help glancing down, watching myself—harder than I’ve ever been and glistening with her sweet slickness—tunnel in and out of her tight clasp.

  The sight sends my awareness into overdrive, has me pushing harder, loving her with my entire body.

  But I need to do right by her. “Tell me what to do,” I rasp against her mouth. “Tell me how to please you.”

  She’s breathing light and fast, her arms limp around my shoulders. “What you’re doing now…” She shifts a little beneath me, her brow furrowing in concentration. So fucking beautiful. “Push upward when you thrust. Right…” Her breath hitches when I comply. “Yes. Right there. There, Ethan.”

  I do it again. Watching her. Loving the way her pretty face twists with pleasure, how she whimpers and pleads when I hit that spot within her. And each time I do, my metal piercing shifts and pulls, sending ripples of pure feeling down my cock.

  I fuck her until my balls draw up, pleasure coiling them so tight my spine tingles. “Cherry, I’m close. I don’t want to…” I thrust again and groan. Lust is like a thunderclap within me. “I don’t want to go without you.”

  Her eyes are wide, dazed. “Suck my nipple and fuck me hard, Ethan.”

  Jesus. I nearly come there and then.

  Panting, I crane my neck, find the stiff bud of her nipple and pull it in deep. She moans, writhes against me like she wants to get away. Only she’s grabbing my hair and tugging me closer as if she’s afraid I’ll stop. Not a chance.

  I pound into her. Giving her more. Taking more.

  Until Fi utters a cry, her slim body straining against mine. The walls of her sex clamp down tight, beginning to tug at my dick in rhythmic pulses. And I lose it.

  So good. So good, I can’t think. Her nipple pops free and my face burrows into the sweat-slick crook of her neck as I cry out and pound into her until I come so hard, I can’t even remember my name.

  Just hers.