Changing His Game (Gamers #1)

by Megan Erickson

Her roar of laughter was loud in the confined space. “My Aric of the lobby is funny. Who knew?”

  There was a pause. “I sure didn’t.” His voice held a tinge of sadness, but before she could think more about it, a hand wrapped around her neck at the base of her throat. “What you do to me, Marley Lake.” That husky voice was back in her ear, thumb caressing the cord on the side of her neck.

  Then his other hand pulled down a strap of her tank top, so it hung loosely at her elbow. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder then skimmed his fingers along the top of her breast. “You even have freckles here.” His touch moved back and forth in an arch on her skin, tracing the swell of her breast and then dipping into her cleavage. He pulled down the cup of her bra, the lace on the edge catching on her hard nipple. She bit her lip, waiting for him to torture that aching nub, but instead she felt a tug on her lower lip.

  She opened her mouth and he slipped in two fingers. She closed her lips around the digits and swirled her tongue, licking and sucking. She imagined the picture she made, light blue tie over her eyes, his fingers in her mouth. But she didn’t care, because she wanted those fingers back where they’d been in the movie theater lobby. She wanted him to make her fly, like no one before him had ever done.

  He pulled out his fingers, and seconds later, her nipple was pulled with a slick pinch. He ran a finger around the areola, flicking the nipple with a blunt fingernail, then rolling it.

  Her breath escaped her lips in gasps as he continued the delicious torture.

  In a quick maneuver, she was turned, her back pressed against the wall, a shock of cool in contrast to the hot male body that had previously blanketed her. But she didn’t have time to contemplate it, because her nipple was now encased in wet heat and teeth were abrading the sensitive skin around it.

  His lips left her and then fabric slipped over her arm, letting her know he’d lowered the remaining strap of her tank top. Cool air hit her other nipple as he pulled down her bra.

  For a moment, all she felt was his hand at the base of her throat, his thumb caressing the skin.

  A click and the front clasp of her bra popped open. Another tug and her tank top pooled above the waistband of her skirt.

  She wished she could see his face as he looked his fill. Would those sea-green eyes swirl with lust? Would they darken with arousal? Was he deciding what to do next, or was this moment of pause on purpose?

  “So beautiful,” he whispered.

  Marley rubbed her legs together, wanting, needing friction, and received a solid slap on the hip for it. She yelped and then laughed.

  His breath rushed over her cheek. “Is this a game to you?”

  She knew he physically hid his emotions well. But blindfolded, she clung to his voice, feeling out the words and letting them roll around in her head until an emotion seeped out of the seams.

  This time, there was slight vulnerability.

  She shook her head. “Not a game, but…when I’m enjoying something, I smile and laugh and make jokes. Don’t you?”

  Another pause. “Not usually. But with you…” He let his voice trail off, reverence tainting the words.

  She took a chance, hoping her question wouldn’t end this moment. “Is there anyone else?”

  His hand at her throat squeezed and then relaxed. “No, and there hasn’t been for some time.”

  She swallowed. “Same with me.”

  A puff of breath on her lips. “I realized…I forgot something when I came in.”

  “A red tie for my wrists?”

  A small chuckle. “No, this.” And then he kissed her, instantly invading, plundering, conquering, and she let him, her Aric of the lobby. She braced her hands on the cool cinder block wall behind her and let him guide her jaw with slight pressure from his thumb. Because, as of now, she trusted that she was his only Evelyn.

  He eased back with small nips to her lips, down her jaw, and back to her ear. He ran his fingers along the inside of her thigh and she held her breath, waiting until he reached the top of her thigh-high stockings.

  A strangled sound rumbled from his throat when he did, and those fingers caressed where the lace met her bare skin, over and over again, like he enjoyed the boundary.

  “Oh, Marley,” he breathed. “Have you ever orgasmed from cunnilingus before?”

  She almost orgasmed by the end of that sentence. Cunnilingus. She’d never thought that word was sexy. It was medical and Latin. But the way Austin said it? In that husky voice, his hot breath at her ear, his fingers tracing tantalizing patterns on the inside of her thigh? God, she wanted all the cun, and all the ill, and all the lingus he had to offer.

  “Have you?” he asked again.

  She couldn’t speak above a whisper. “Yes, but it took a long time and…the aid of fingers or something battery-powered.”

  Those fingers rose, running along the edge of her panty-line. “Ah, so you haven’t from me. We will remedy that.”

  She couldn’t speak. Not when his body brushed along the front of hers, not when his tongue dipped into her belly button. Not when he rucked her skirt up to her waist and pulled down her panties, helping her step out of them.

  Not when he ordered her to spread, and then took her left leg and hooked it over his shoulder.

  Because she was completely open and exposed now, her nipples surely red and shiny from his torment, not to mention her…

  “Gorgeous, Marley,” he breathed, and she finally made a sound, something that wasn’t human. He continued to talk, those damn fingers still caressing her thighs. “Your clit is swollen and so wet. So fucking wet for me, Marley. And I barely touched you.”

  Oh, he’d touched her a lot, just not with his fingers. It was that damn voice of his, which entered her like a drug. She soaked it up through her pores and now she was addicted. “Please,” she whispered.

  “Please what?” There was a hint of a smile and she wanted to smack him.

  “Please touch me.” Impatience threaded through her voice. But she didn’t care because she ached so fucking bad for this man and his touch.

  He hummed, just a sound that made her think he was going to wait longer, until those humming lips landed right on her clit.

  She shouted at the vibration on the sensitive nerves and gripped his hair to steady herself.

  He pulled off immediately, and she growled.

  “One hand on the wall, the other on my shoulder.”

  She released her hold on his hair and clutched his shoulder, spreading the fingers of her other hand on the peeling cinder block wall behind her. “Okay.”

  “Good girl.”

  This time, she didn’t get the hum. He opened her up with his thumbs and thoroughly, possessively, drove her insane.

  He licked with the flat of his tongue, then he moved higher to her clit, sucking, swirling. When she thought she would come, he moved back to work her opening with his tongue.

  Over and over again, he brought her to the brink and then pulled back. Sounds echoed off the walls of the tiny room, moans and sobs and curses, all from a feminine voice she’d never heard before. It was the sound of a woman coming apart at the seams. And she didn’t want it to end.

  When he finally let her come, it was with the command, “Fly for me.” And fly she did, as he swirled her clit on the tip of his tongue.

  Her whole body pulsed as she clutched his shoulder, braced herself on the wall, and ground onto his mouth. He took care of her, licking everything she gave and then holding her as she came down.

  Her legs trembled, and her throat hurt. The tie over her eyes was heavy, cold, and sodden. She raised a shaky hand and fingered her cheeks. They came away wet. He’d orgasmed her to tears. That was surely a first.

  The sound of a belt buckle, zipper, and then the blindfold was removed.

  Marley blinked, but Austin positioned his head so he blocked out the harsh light from the naked bulb on the ceiling. All she saw were his beautiful eyes, his flushed face, and swollen lips.

  She flicked her ga
ze down to the bulge in his pants that had to be almost painful. Then she met his gaze. “Take me.”

  A small quirk of his lips. “I intend to.”

  Chapter Six

  Austin had resisted placing a condom in his wallet all week. Knowing it was there, he’d feel it, always be aware of it, like a burning brand on his ass.

  He’d been fighting the pull of her and he’d been doing a damn good job of it. But that email. That email. It’d sent him over the edge. He’d been in his bedroom when he got it. And his gaze had settled on the blue silk tie. So he’d grabbed that and a condom and left.

  And now, with Marley satiated and naked in front of him, he thanked everything holy he had broken down. Because this? Well, this was risky as hell. But he couldn’t summon any fucks to give. He was fulfilling a fantasy of hers and it just so happened to be one of his. Two adults giving their bodies freely to each other. What was the harm in that? This was all it had to be.

  Marley was beautiful and tasted like a dream. She responded to him with everything she had, and most of all? She made him laugh. She made him want to be funny. He wasn’t the guy with lots of smiles and witty jokes. He was Austin, king of taking life too seriously. He knew that, but he didn’t know how else to be.

  Marley though… She enjoyed life, didn’t she?

  Take some lessons, pal, said the voice in his head, as he ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth.

  Marley watched him, those hazel eyes steady on his mouth.

  After he slid the condom over his length, he reached down and gripped the back of her thighs. Her skin was hot under his palms and her chest rose and fell with deep breaths. Those full breasts topped with rosy pink nipples called to him and he dipped his head, flicking one with his tongue.

  “Austin,” she moaned.

  He moved to the other nipple and nipped it. Her body jolted.

  “Yeah?” He pressed a kiss to her breastbone.

  Her mouth was slack, but turned up ever so slightly into a small smirk in the corners. “You better get on with it. I owe you three now.”

  He dug his fingers into her soft thighs, lifted her up, and entered her with one powerful thrust as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

  He moaned against her neck and then opened his mouth, setting his teeth into the skin at the top of her shoulder. He couldn’t move yet, not when the tight heat of Marley squeezed him, causing all the blood to rush south. He was dizzy and light-headed and wasn’t sure how he stayed on his feet. All those times he’d emptied himself in the shower or between his sheets, thinking of her, didn’t compare to the reality of sinking into her body.

  She swirled her hips and he let out another groan. “You going to fuck me?” she asked breathlessly.

  He smiled against her skin, then pulled back. He wrapped his hands around her wrists and slammed them into the wall beside her head. Her mouth fell open and she arched her back, causing him to sink in deeper. “I decide when to move. If I want to stand here with my cock in you while you writhe on it, I’ll do that. You understand?”

  Even through the condom, he could feel her inner muscles clench at his words. “Yes, Austin.”

  He slid his hands higher and twined their fingers. “I like the way you say my name.” She always drew out the first syllable, almost on a moan. It made his dick twitch.

  “Auuuss-tin.”

  With that, he drew his hips back, pulling out to the tip, and then slammed back into her. She cried out and her fingers flinched in his. Her eyes blazed, and his mission was to make her come again.

  He widened his legs and began to thrust into her, each drag a delicious pull of friction on his aching cock.

  Because this was Marley. He still bore the taste of her on his tongue, and the tips of her breasts brushed his shirt as they bounced with each jolt. Her entire body was a beautiful pink flush of arousal.

  His rhythm stuttered as his balls drew up into his body. The orgasm threatened at the base of his spine and he gritted his teeth to hold it back.

  “Come,” he ordered her as her head thrashed, her sweat-damp curls brushing his cheek. She was pushing back now, riding his cock with erratic rolls of her hips, chasing her own orgasm.

  He changed his angle and pumped harder. “Come, now, my Evelyn. Come.”

  Her stomach contracted, her eyes squeezed shut, and then she gasped, soft whimpering moans and soft “Oh’s”. Her inner muscles clamped down and he came with her, unable to hold back as she milked him from the inside.

  His release shot through him like a lightning bolt, echoing in all of his limbs. He pressed his forehead to her temple and gasped against her cheek, as he pulsed inside of her.

  He was spent. Drained. Finished.

  He let go of her hands and she dropped them to her sides. He used the last of his strength to rub the muscles of her shoulders, knowing they were probably sore.

  He couldn’t look at her, not while he was this raw and exposed and vulnerable.

  Not while he was still inside her and still half-hard.

  God, he wanted her again already.

  He pulled out slowly and helped Marley back to the ground. She wobbled slightly and grabbed the wall behind her.

  He pulled off the condom, tied it, and hid it under some papers in a trashcan in the corner.

  Marley’s eyes were glassy and she looked thoroughly ravished—wild, sweaty hair framing her face, skirt pushed up to her waist, tank top pushed down below her breasts.

  Without a word, he put her back together while she watched him with steady eyes and heaving breaths. He clipped her bra, then slipped her arms through her tank top and covered her. He tugged down on her skirt and smoothed it into place.

  She deserved to be taken care of. God, she deserved everything for giving him what she had. Herself.

  Her trust.

  As he tucked himself into his pants and zipped up, he spotted the light blue tie on the floor at his feet. He picked it up and ran his fingers over the fabric, touching the areas where her tears had stained it.

  He gripped her wrist and held her hand, palm up. He coiled the length of the tie in her hand and wrapped her fingers around it. “You can keep this,” he said.

  Now that the rush to orgasm, the rush to be with her had worn off, he realized where they were. A supply closet. At Marley’s job. In a building he owned.

  For a man who claimed so much control, did he really have any at all?

  He met Marley’s gaze, wondering if she regretted this. What had he been thinking? Their first time shouldn’t have been against a cinder block wall surrounded by computer parts.

  First time.

  Would there be another? If there wasn’t, he might lose his mind.

  He opened his mouth, to say what, he wasn’t sure. To apologize for taking her in a supply closet? For not asking her out like a proper man?

  For not telling her he was—

  A beep sounded behind them. Austin moved away from her and stood against the wall by the door.

  Marley’s eyes widened as the door opened into the room, covering Austin in shadow.

  He couldn’t see who it was, but Marley recovered quickly, giving whoever had stepped into the closet a bright smile.

  “Oh sorry!” said a male voice. “Didn’t know anyone was still here.”

  “It’s okay.” Marley reached for something on the shelf near her and then held it up. “Just needed to get a mouse.”

  “Okay, I was going to tidy up in here. I’ll just work on the bathrooms first and pop back in here later.”

  “That’s fine.” Marley smiled again, and Austin thought she’d make a great actress. He couldn’t believe she looked so put together after what they did.

  The door closed, and Austin stepped forward. “Marley, I—”

  The smile fell from her face and she held up a trembling hand. “I don’t want to regret what we just did, but we almost got caught having sex in the supply closet where we work. That’s not okay, Austin. This is so far from professi
onal, I don’t even know where to start. You’re my coworker.”

  This issue hung like a cloud over them, ready to unleash the rain. He could come clean here, tell her who he was. But Austin couldn’t seem to thaw his tongue enough to spill the truth. It wasn’t that he didn’t think she was trustworthy, it was that he didn’t want to find her trustworthy. Because as soon as he did, he’d be in deep shit. Deeper than he already was.

  Standing there, she looked so fragile. The room smelled like sex. He could still taste her on his tongue.

  He’d email her later, maybe, when they weren’t both so raw from what happened. This would be it then. The last time he’d have her like this.

  So he took a deep breath and said, “You’re right.”

  That brought a larger, much more threatening cloud over his head, which pulsed with electricity, ready to strike him with lightning at any moment. Because he’d just omitted a hell of a lot by agreeing with her.

  Marley shook her head. “I don’t know what we were thinking. And I’m not blaming you, because I participated. But this is my job.” She stamped her foot on the last word and then pointed a finger at him. “And I know that technically this isn’t breaking any company rules, but I can’t afford for my coworkers to find out anything that would make them question my performance.” She took a shaky breath and gestured between them and then around the room. “I can’t do this. You make me…forget myself.”

  He got that. This was reckless. And ironic, in that he would tell Grant to fire any employees caught having sex in the office. His face burned. “Is that good or bad that I make you forget yourself?”

  She bit her lip and eyed him. Then she took a step forward, the tie dangling in her hand. “It’s good. It’s so incredibly good. And that’s why it’s bad.”

  He cupped her cheek and she leaned into it, closing her eyes for a moment. “This job is everything to me. I worked so hard to get where I am. My team respects me and my boss respects me. And I’m applying for a big promotion. I can’t let anything get in the way of that. I can’t let them find a reason to not give it to me.”

  He rubbed his thumb along her cheekbone. “You work hard.”