Page 49 of Her Game Plan

“Done, Princess.” I switch the toy back on to vibrate, starting the slow movement again. She slowly shifts her hand toward me, the back of her fingers rubbing tentatively against the increasingly noticeable bulge in my jeans.

“Tonight’s about you, Princess.” I turn slightly, hissing as I roll onto the hard ridge of my dick to move it out of her reach. “Not me. I’m just grateful you didn’t yell at me to get out when I walked in on you.”

Her eyes slip back closed. “I thought you were in my fantasy when you first came in.”

Pride swells in my chest at the thought of Charlotte fantasizing about me. The small part of me that felt guilty about how many times her face and tits have slipped into my mind when I was jerking off lets out a sigh of relief. It’s always better when the sexual attraction is mutual.

I start teasing her again, slow, shallow thrusts that cause her breath to hitch, her hands moving to pluck at her own nipples. Knocking one out of the way, I replace it with my lips, loving on her flesh as I continue to work her pretty cunt with the toy.

Charlotte’s hips move again, and I fight to keep my pace steady. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.” I press the buttons to turn everything on, keeping my eyes locked on Charlotte, unable to stop myself from cataloging every movement, every little sound she makes, so I’ll know exactly what makes her feel good. As if I’m going to get the chance to do this again. As if I’m going to be the one inside her, feeling the tight heat of her wrapped around me.

She bites her lower lip, the skin turning white around the place where her teeth sink in, and I push the top button one last time, increasing the speed of the toy.

Panting, Charlotte chases her bliss, her body rigid when she breaks. A moment later, she collapses, her eyes still closed as her breathing evens out.

I gently slide the dildo out of her and pad on bare feet out into the hall and then into the bathroom she’s been using. Not sure how you clean a sex toy—and not wanting to reflect on what that means about me as a sexual partner—I run the water to heat it as I use an incognito browser to search how to clean a dildo. Terrified by stories of people who had had issues after using scented hand soap, I search through the shower to find the bodywash Charlotte uses and decide that’s my safest option.

As I scrub the toy, I look up, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my hair disheveled, cheeks pink, and a smile on my face. That was fun. Really fucking fun. And for all that I like to help people out, I’m not usually that unselfish in bed. My hookups are simply that: hookups—sex with someone I barely know and likely won’t see again. So I make sure they come, but I’m in it for my needs too. This? This was different somehow.

When the toy is finally as clean as I can get it, I walk back to Charlotte’s room. Stopping for a moment to consider if I do, in fact, have to give it back to her. Since I probably can’t steal her toy to—what? Make her come to me next time? I take it back, setting it on the nightstand next to her bed.

As I stand there, taking in the sight of Charlotte’s sleeping face, the way her bowed lips curve slightly at the corners, I wonder why she didn’t come to me. We’ve got this whole fake-dating thing going on. She could’ve asked. I would’ve been happy to make her come a few times. Not that she shouldn’t be able to do it herself. I just… want to.

I groan at the thought, causing Charlotte to blink her eyes open, her lids heavy as her gaze meets mine.

“Let me make you feel good,” Charlotte mumbles as she reaches toward me sleepily.

I grab one and place a light kiss on it. “Not tonight, Princess. You sleep.”

She slumps down, taking my command very seriously as her breathing evens out almost instantly.

I gently brush the hair off her forehead before placing a light kiss in its place, the only kiss I allowed myself tonight, other than her breasts. Her skin is warm and soft, and it takes all of my willpower not to crawl into bed and wrap my body around her. Instead, I walk out her door, promising my cock to personally deliver the relief it’s been seeking since I picked her up over an hour ago.

Chapter 20

Charlotte

“We gotta go, Princess,” Callan yells from somewhere near the garage.

I’m hustling around the house, trying to make sure I haven’t forgotten anything crucial for the game tomorrow. In hindsight, I should not have consumed nearly as much alcohol last night as I did. I also probably shouldn’t have let my fake boyfriend use a toy to get me off, but I can’t be held responsible for the things Horny Charlotte does. That lady has a mind of her own.

And Callan and I are two grown-ass adults who can totally handle the fact that he made me come with my dildo—twice—and I didn’t do more than skim his cock with my hand. It doesn’t have to mean anything. Hell, he agreed to fake date me without asking any questions. This doesn’t have to be a thing. We probably won’t even talk about it. He probably helps women out like that all the time.

Shaking my head to clear that decidedly unpleasant thought from my mind, I meet Callan next to the garage door. Instead of leaving and loading up our bags, he’s standing there, his shoulders bunching in the all-black tracksuit the team travels in.

I stare at the Stallions logo on the front left, taking in the wide expanse of his chest.

“Hey, Princess?” Callan tilts my chin to look him in the eye. “About last night…”

I gulp. I guess we’re talking about it, then. “What about last night?”

He tilts his head. “Next time you need to get off in this house, you come to me. I’m your fake boyfriend. I’ll be the only one giving you orgasms. And that includes you.”

Holy fuck. Why do I find that so attractive? No. I shake my head. I will not be turned on by a man declaring he is the only person who can get me off.

“You can’t just… command me to sleep with you,” I call after him.

Callan stalks out the door, and it takes me a moment before I realize he’s carrying my bag to the car, too. He stops halfway into the vehicle, turning back to look at me. “I’m not. I’m telling you there is only one person who gets to give you orgasms. That person is me. You can do whatever you want with that information.”