Game For Tonight (Game for It 3)

He tore open the box and grabbed a condom, then turned toward the bed to find Aubrey sitting up, her hair mussed, her gaze locked on him. She nodded toward his hand, a little smile tipping up the corners of her mouth. “Whatcha got there?”

“Condom.” He tossed it so it landed on the end of the bed and then reached for the waistband of his pants, about to take them off when she shook her head, crooking her finger in the universal signal for come here.

“Let me help you,” she murmured.

Without hesitation, he went to her as she crawled across the bed until she knelt directly in front of him. She undid the button on his pants and slid down the zipper, her gaze zeroed in on the spot where she was working so diligently. Her hands shook as she shoved his pants off his hips, pushing them lower, revealing his hard cock straining against the confines of his boxer briefs. Without hesitation, she slipped her hands into the front of his underwear, her fingers curling around his erection and giving it a firm squeeze. His eyes closed at her first touch, and he grabbed her wrist, halting her from doing anything else.

She tilted her head back, her delicate brow furrowed, mouth curved down. “Wh—”

He didn’t let her get the words out. His other hand went around her nape so he could crush his mouth to hers. They collapsed on the bed in a tangle, their lips fused, her hands busily working to take off his underwear, his just as busy to tear at the thin silk of her panties. They ripped when he tugged extra hard, and he smiled against her mouth.

“Did you just tear my favorite panties?” she asked breathlessly.

“I’ll buy you another pair,” he promised before he kissed her, his tongue sweeping the interior of her mouth as he made fast work of removing her shredded panties, his fingers brushing against her heated center for the briefest moment, making her suck in a harsh breath.

“Promise?” She slipped her hands over his ass, gripping him tight, hauling him in closer, and he rolled them over so he was on top once more, kicking off his underwear. They were pressed against each other, completely naked.

Finally.

Chapter Four

Flynn Foley had her pinned to the mattress with his big body, his hips against hers, his erection pressed hard and insistent against her belly, his mouth locked with hers, and all Aubrey could think was finally.

Finally his hands were coasting all over her skin. Finally his tongue was circling hers. Finally he was gripping her thighs and spreading her legs and touching her right there and…oh.

Yeah. So he was a virgin. That revelation still blew her mind, but what blew it even more was how good he was. She hadn’t lied when she’d told him she didn’t think he was an amateur. He moved, he touched, he kissed and thrust and licked and sucked like a pro.

Considering who she was with, this shouldn’t surprise her. The man was intense. Focused. Hardworking and always, without fail, doing whatever he did right.

Like how he was stroking her between her legs with such precision, such expertise. Careful but firm, he teased her folds. He ran his finger over her clitoris, and when he then proceeded to thrust said finger inside her welcoming body…

“Oh God,” she choked out, breaking away from his lips to let the delicious sensations his fingers were inflicting on her body sweep over her.

His mouth found her neck. “You’re wet.”

“Mmm.” Yes, she was. She was also trying to catch her breath. Everything within her swirled and tumbled, his fingers pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She’d been primed the entire night, from the moment she first saw him at the after party.

“Hot,” he continued, his voice so deep she could feel it vibrate in his chest and pulse through her. “Wet and hot and ready for this.”

“Ready for you,” she corrected, making his finger pause.

He lifted away so he could study her upturned face, and she wondered what he saw. She knew what she was looking at—handsome face, full of intense concentration, glittering green eyes, even darker than usual, and that beautiful, swollen mouth. A mouth that had just been kissing her senseless. A mouth she wanted to feel all over her body.

Soon. First, she wanted to feel him inside her body. Yeah, that sounded good. That sounded perfect.

“Ready for me,” he murmured as he bent down and pressed his mouth to hers. He circled her clit with his finger, tighter and tighter, pressing harder. She broke away from his lips to cry out, her belly tightening, her limbs tingling.

“All for me.” At his words, she broke, the orgasm consuming her, sweeping her away. His mouth was at her neck again, his fingers still teased her clit, and his tongue licked her skin as she shook within his embrace. He pulled away from her. The loss of his heat, his fingers in her body immediately left her feeling alone, but she pried open her eyes just in time to watch him tear open the condom wrapper and slip the ring over his erection.

Her breath left her in ragged gasps, and her heart squeezed. Good Lord, the man was big. Could she take it? She was nice and loose after that spectacular orgasm. She was still shaking, her heart racing, her brain foggy with lust and affection and wonder that this man had just rocked her world so thoroughly.

And he wasn’t even finished yet.

Flynn came back over, and she spread her legs, accommodating him as he nestled his hips between her thighs. His cock teased her wet center as he nudged against her, back and forth, the head pressing against her clit and making her writhe beneath him.

“Beautiful,” he murmured just as he entered her. Slowly filling her up, inch by inch, her breath leaving her in a gust of shuddery air as he slid deeper. As deep as he could go, completely embedded in her as she lay there and took him in.

Pausing, he waited, his cock pulsing inside her body, his hands braced on her pillow, his fingers grappling in her hair, tugging it. She opened her eyes to find him hovering above her, his eyes tightly closed, his mouth thin, his entire expression one of fierce concentration.