Page 78 of Play The Game

“Why aren’t you naked yet?” I mumble, biting at his lip.

He chuckles at me and then tugs at his boxers, lifting his hips and grinding into me as he gets them off, and then he’s naked as well. Oh, Lordy.

He kisses me, deep and long and entirely too fucking hot, while he strokes himself. I whine into his lips and wrap my hand around his dick as well, craving the heat and the weight of it and needing a few seconds to figure this out. He grunts into my lips, moving my hand until I’m stroking him exactly how he likes it, firm and curling around the head.

Fuck him and his rational thought.

I wriggle down his body until I come face-to- well… dick. Harley’s legs tense up. I glance back up at him and he’s gritting his teeth like the sight of me face-down in his lap is all his dreams come true. Huh. Maybe it is. He moves his hand away from his dick as I lick my lips.

Good, I don’t want him playing with what’s mine right now.

I wonder if the guys would tattoo my name down their dicks, too?

I wrap my hand around the base and give it another tug, enjoying the heat and weight of him in my hand. Harley runs a gentle hand through my hair, his eyes soft on mine, but I don’t want soft. I want him shaking with need like I am whenever he touches me.

“You’ve been tested lately, right? I refuse to swallow if you haven’t,” I say, arching an eyebrow at him even as my face flames.

He freezes for a second and then all of the gentle in him burns out, replaced by heady lust. “We all got tested when we agreed to share you. We’re clean. Now make me come, babe. I want to taste myself on your lips.”

I groan, my pussy waking up for round twelve, but there’s no time for that now. I run my tongue up the length of him, swirling around the head like he’s a spoonful of ice cream and I’m craving that sweet cherry on my tongue. Harley grunts when I do it again, slow and teasing; I want to push him like he pushes me.

When his jaw clenches, I finally close my lips around him, taking as much of him in as I can, forgetting I need to breathe now I have him in my mouth. I pause for a second, just long enough to get my bearings and then I suck, pumping at the base with my hand because there’s no way I can fit his whole dick in my mouth or my damn throat.

Fuck, I can’t wait to feel him buried deep inside my pussy. I groan around him and the noise he makes has me humming to keep him on edge.

He starts to ramble, mindless streams like he can’t control his mouth. “Fuck. Fuck, baby. Oh… that’s my girl. How the fuck is this the first time you’ve done this, fuck me. You were made to take my cock, babe.”

I know when he gets close because his hand threads into my hair and his fist tightens like he’s going to pull me away, but I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to swallow, at least this once. If it’s gross, I’ll never do it again. He tugs a little and I only suck harder until he’s coming down my throat.

It’s not French toast and ice cream, but it’s not terrible either.

Harley pulls me up and into his arms, moving me around until he can kiss me, slow and sweet. He’s fucking perfect.

I could sleep for a week.

When I tell him that, he tucks us both up in my bed, flicking the light off, and pulls his phone out. I assume it’s to ask Avery to sleep in the guys’ room but when he chuckles, I suspect he’s fucking bragging.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I murmur, and Harley pulls me onto his chest, cradling me gently against him.

“Just making sure Blaise knows I don’t need any lessons on how to make you come, baby. The little fuck could learn from me.”

I roll my eyes. “Of course you’ve made it a competition. Of course.”

Harley drops a kiss on my head and murmurs, “It’s not a competition. We both just want you. But if it were a competition, I’d be winning it.”

I bite him in retaliation, and I fall asleep to the rumble in his chest under my ear.

TWENTY-THREE

I wake in the dead of the night to the sound of someone breaking in.

The window creaks open and a body climbs lithely in, the thud of feet hitting the wood flooring almost too soft to hear but I catch it. It’s too skilled to be a student, this is the efficient work of someone who breaks into places a lot, and they’re moving quietly enough that even Harley doesn’t wake. I reach over and grip my knife as I hear the clinking noise of chains rattling on a pair of boots. Great. I know who those belong to; I’ve heard that noise too many times in the past before.

I slide a hand over Harley’s mouth carefully and he wakes up instantly, but his uncle speaks before I can give him any warning.

“You might want to get some bars on those windows, girlie.”

Harley curses loud and vicious as he gets out of the bed, pulling on boxers before he hits the lights. He grabs one of Blaise’s shirts that’s hanging on my bedpost to pull over my head, using his body as a shield so his uncle doesn’t get an eyeful. Diarmuid watches us both with a cackling laugh.