The Game Plan (Game On 3)

“Cherry, it’s just you and me. So stop talking crazy about other girls. I trust you, and I don’t really give a shit if you think I shouldn’t.”

Her lips purse, but she’s fighting a smile. “So touchy.”

“Yeah, well, it pisses me off when you imagine me with other women.”

“The thought pisses me off too, Big Guy.”

“Good.” I caress the tight little corner of her mouth with my thumb. “Now, is all this your way of saying you don’t want to use a condom?”

The thought does funny things to my insides. Makes me think about forever and exclusivity and finally being inside Fi.

“You’re grinning,” she points out.

“I am.” I grin some more, kiss the fragrant curve of her neck.

Fi tilts her head to give me room. “It’s your first time, Ethan. You ought to get the full experience.”

Delicately as I can, I run the tip of my tongue up her neck, loving the way she shivers. When I reach her mouth, I dip in to snatch a taste, and she moans, opening up wider. God, she’s delicious.

Mine. All mine.

My fingers thread through her hair, holding on tight. “Can I have the full experience now?”

She chuckles, the sound muffled against my lips, and her arms wrap around my neck to bring me closer. “You can have it all, Ethan.”

“Be warned, Cherry, I’m going to take it.” With that, I swing her onto my lap. A flick of her bra snap and it slips off. I palm her breasts, graze my lips over the stiff bud of her nipple before sucking it deep, taking as much of her breast into my mouth as I can. Greedy, so greedy, for her.

I love the way she moans and pushes into my touch. I want more of her sounds. My teeth bite down, just enough to make her feel it, make her squirm. Pain and pleasure.

I know how my confession must have sounded, how I’d pierced myself in the most painful place possible for the want of her. But it wasn’t entirely impulsive. I’d known that eventually the pain would fade and there would be only pleasure. Added pleasure for me and for whoever I was with.

Yeah, I’d been picturing Fi. Didn’t matter if I tried to move on. Eventually, my mind returned to Fiona. She’s my One, whether I want her to be or not. But want her I do. And now I’m going to have her. Like that, any lingering nerves about having sex for the first time dissipate like fog in the sun.

Easing her back on the bed, I take hold of her panties. The journey that small scrap of silk takes down her legs seems endless. Torture.

Fi only chuckles, kicks her panties aside. I’ve never met a girl like her. She isn’t shy, yet she doesn’t preen. She knows I’m dying to see her. It’s clear in the way she lays back, one arm draped over her head, the other resting on my shoulder. In the way she looks up at me as if to say, I’m yours, do as you wish.

A breath gusts out of my mouth. I’m shaking like a leaf. Sweat covers my skin, makes me shiver even more. And yet I’m so fucking hot I can barely breathe.

I can’t stop stroking her curves, her skin so smooth and soft I could touch her forever. Can’t stop staring at the deep rose tips of her nipples, at pert, creamy breasts that fit perfectly in the palm of my hand. At the dip of her waist and wide swells of her hips. The little triangle of golden curls, the exact shade of spun sugar.

She is so gorgeous, so perfect, my chest feels like it might cave in.

Her plump lips curl in a smile. “Now I know even a virgin football player has to have seen his share of naked women.”

She's right. Girls aren’t shy around star athletes. I’ve seen plenty of them. In all sorts of shapes, sizes, and colors.

“I can’t be that different,” she says.

My hand stills on the curve of her hip, at the spot where it sweeps down to her luscious ass. “You are.” A little furrow works between her brows, and I lean down to press my lips there. “You’re mine. That makes all the difference in the world.”

I can feel her smile. She cups the back of my neck, runs her fingers down my skin, sending lightning strikes of heat along my back. “Take me, Ethan.”

I’m not even conscious of moving, but I’m kissing her, deep and hard, like I need her to breathe. Soft lips, warm, wet mouth. My tongue dips in again, again, needing more. I move over her, my hips settling between her legs.

Hell, she’s so much smaller than me, delicate and breakable. I don’t want to crush her, but she spreads her thighs wider, sighing into my mouth as she does it, and I just want to press into her until every inch of my skin covers hers.

My cock is so hard it hurts, nestled along the slick channel between her legs. I can’t help but move my hips, slip-slide and grind against her sweet pussy. But it’s not enough. I want in. It’s pure aggression, this need.

Gritting my teeth, I rest my weight on my elbows and peer down at her. “Okay?” I don’t know if I’m asking her or asking myself. I’m shaking again. Always shaking with this girl. She could slash me in two with a word, a look, and she doesn’t know it.

Or maybe she does. Her smile is tender as she brushes back the tangle of my damp hair hanging around my face. “Perfect, Ethan.”

I force a breath into my lungs, then cant my hips, lifting back enough that the aching tip of my cock finds her opening. So warm and slick. I swallow convulsively, my heart threatening to pound its way out of my chest.

“Fi,” I whisper, searching her eyes.

Her hand glides down my spine to my ass, clutches tight, urging me to move. And then I’m pushing in and in. And in.