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I wonder if he can taste himself.
The thought makes me buck harder against him. “Don’t let go of the chair,” I order, wishing I had had the foresight to take his belt out of the loops. Suppressed Whitney claps and cheers. I stand up and reach between us, positioning the head of his cock at my entrance. I’ve never done that in my life. It was always my ex, stuffing his dick inside of me without ever touching me to make sure I was ready. No one has touched me this morning, yet I’m slicker than an ace-king combo. I’m filled with power as the woman I always wanted to be merges with the woman I am. I pick my feet up off the floor, gripping his thighs with mine as I sink down slowly over every sweet inch of his rock-solid shaft.
My hands grip the back of the chair next to his. My body undulates over his, my breast rubbing against his chest, before the bunched silk at my stomach rolls against his abdomen. My clit grinds against him every time I lower myself onto his lap. I find a rhythm quickly, our breath mingling as I keep my face right in his. His eyes are locked on mine, dark and stormy. I am in complete control and the power is dizzying.
“I’m going to drown you when I cum,” I pant. “Are you ready?”
“Fuck yes, I’m ready,” he grunts. I slam down, rocking and grinding into pubic bone.
“You can let go now,” I manage to say, right before my pussy spasms, locking down while every circuit in body overloads. He lets go of the chair, his arms slipping under mine to wrap around my upper body as he bows over me, jerking and thrusting up into me. He buries his face in my neck as he groans, his fingers digging into my flesh as he cums.
“Maybe next time I’ll hop off and you can paint my tits.”
He chuckles in my neck, letting go of my back to slide my sweaty hair off my neck. “Mmmm,” he licks up the groove of my tendon. “You taste sweet up top too. Law, when your done with all your alpha games you should take a minute to just taste her.”
Across the length of the table a chair scrapes. I turn to see Lawson leaving the room without a backward glance. I sigh deeply, overcome with the feeling that I pushed things too far for the darkly handsome, tattooed god at the end of the table.
“Did I push things too far?” I ask drowsily, draping myself against Tanner. The way we fit together is so nice. My legs hang at his sides as his cock slowly softens inside of me. This is a first for me, too, staying so intimately connected after sex. I snuggle my head under his chin. A part of me hopes Lawson never comes back.
“I don’t believe so,” Tanner muses. “We have a lot to talk about. Perhaps we should skip the next round and get to know one another.”
I snort. “Too much spin the bottle and not enough truth or dare?”
“Whitney, I’m afraid?—”
I interrupt. “—To tell me this isn’t a game? That was a lot of work to go through for a weekend threesome. I would have signed an NDA without all the game bullshit, Tanner.”
The conversation halts as Lawson storms back into the room. He thrusts a check in my face. “Five hundred thousand dollars, as promised.” Tanner’s arm clutch around me, holding me tight.
I suck in a breath, the disappointment so great that tears sting my eyes. I struggle to sit up, wanting nothing more than to make a dignified exit. I can’t believe it’s over. Tanner lets me up a bit, but he keeps me on his lap. His eyes rove Lawson’s as he murmurs, “Remember the contract, Whitney.”
“What?” I stutter, confused. Lawson thrusts the check in my face again, but I turn away. I don’t want the money.
“Should the contestant choose to enter another round of the game, the prize is forfeited,” Tanner quotes softly.
“Are you offering to continue the game?”
“I’d like to rip up this check and purchase you a plane ticket to England. We can refine the rules on the plane.” Lawson gives me a lopsided grin.
“And maybe have another round?” I ask hopefully.
Lawson reaches into his back pocket and pulls out another butt plug.
I give into temptation and reach for everything I want beyond an ordinary life. Everything I deserve. I rip up the check.
The End
