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Drake groans. “You really don’t want to play games with me right now.”
I stroke him again, enjoying how his breathing changes and his hands clench on the bedspread. “I really think I do.”
At the moment, I want him inside me more than I want oxygen. But I need him to want to feel the same desperation.
Without warning, he grabs my hand and pulls it away before anchoring it above my head. The other hand grasps my hip and flips me on to my stomach, the movement too quick for me to fight him off. His chest presses hard against my back before I’ve even realized what happened.
Drake’s breath caresses my ear as he bends over me. “Then let’s play.”
He uses his weight to keep me pressed against the bed as he strips off my pants off with his free hand until they tangle around my ankles, trapping me even more. Cool air raises goosebumps on my legs as I try to kick him off of me, but I might as well be trying to move a brick wall.
When I try to slap him away with my free hand, he captures my arm and brings it up until he has both of my wrists trapped with one hand.
My underwear goes next until I’m completely naked from the waist down.
His hand pushes between my slick thighs until he cups me from behind. One thick finger pushes inside me as I moan into the pillow.
“God you’re wet, Gigi.” He enunciates both syllables of my name, until the word almost sounds like a threat. “It’s nice to know the real name of the girl who is about to come around my fingers.”
My hips buck against him, inadvertently pressing his finger deeper as I bite off another moan.
He isn’t wrong about how close I am to falling over the edge.
“And you’re still a bully,” I grind out.
“You love it.” His thumb caresses the outside of my wrist, even as his grip doesn’t let up at all. “You love it here in the dark when you can finally admit what you want where no one else will know.”
“Suddenly, you know everything about me? Somebody gets cocky when they catch feelings.”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating across my back as he presses closer. “You come off tough, but I think you want me to just take it.”
I’m not ashamed to admit that having him hold me down like this while he teases my clit is a fantasy I’ve had more than once. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to tell him that, not when I’m already imagining the satisfied smirk on his face.
“I didn’t realize you were changing your major to armchair psychology.”
“You said you wanted to play a game.” The sharp edge of his teeth presses into my shoulder. “You’re losing, by the way.”
He pushes another finger slowly inside me, making a wet, squelching sound that would be embarrassing if I weren’t so out of my mind with need. When I move my hips to force him deeper, he pulls away and doesn’t press forward again until I stay still.
“Let me up,” I demand.
Drake kisses me gently on the temple where strands of hair are stuck to my skin with sweat. “No.”
He jerks his wrist in a move forces his fingers deeper and makes his knuckles rub against my g-spot. The friction is almost enough, but not quite. I let out a muffled scream of frustration against the pillow because I’m finally realizing that is exactly the point. “I’m going to make you pay for this.”
His lips press against the back of my neck, the touch hot enough to sear my skin. “I hope that’s a promise.”
It’s getting harder and harder to think straight as he continues to finger me, his movements slow and deliberate enough to keep me on the edge without going over it. Heat flares in my belly as I clench around his fingers. “Just finish it, already.”
His voice is amused. “Does that mean I win?”
“Fuck, yes. You win.”
He pulls away, and I hear the tear of foil as he retrieves a condom. A moment later, his warm heat slides over me again as he lifts my hips and slides a pillow underneath them.
My first orgasm has already started when he finally pushes inside me.
His hand twists in my hair. He uses the grip as an anchor as he forces me down into the damp sheets. It’s quiet enough that the only sound in the room is our heavy breathing. My hips shift underneath him, trying to make him go faster, but the iron grip he has on me gives me little room to maneuver.
