Game For Love (Bad Boys of Football 3)

Using his surprise to her advantage, she used every ounce of strength she had to twist and roll them over so that he was the one on his back looking up at her. He gripped her hips and tried to lift her over his shaft. The head of his penis slipped just inside her slick opening and it felt good, so incredibly good that she almost gave in to his lead.

But something had snapped inside Anna in the car on the way to the hospital, when she'd realized that Cole had lied to her. Or maybe it was before that, when he'd tapped into her secret desires in his bedroom.

She was sick and tired of letting everyone else take the lead in her life.

From here on out, she was taking charge.

"Here's how it's going to be," she said in a deadly serious voice. "You are going to let go of me and I am going to finish what I started in my foyer."

His fingers tightened on her hips.

"Later, Anna. I need to be inside you. Now."

His demanding words caused a new flood of arousal to pool between her legs.

No, damn it. She was going to hold firm, for once!

"Move your hands, Cole."

His c**k twitched against her and she almost sank down onto him out of pure feminine instinct, but then he said, "Yes, ma'am."

She could still feel the imprint of his hands on her skin even after he'd removed them.

"Put them above your head and keep them there until I tell you otherwise."

He didn't move for a long moment and she felt a smile move on her lips. She'd never played with anyone like this in bed, had never fought for dominance with a man, had never even known the need to be on top.

And in charge.

"This won't happen again, Anna. So you'd better enjoy the hell out of it."

"Oh, yes, it will," she replied, and then, "And I'm sure planning on it."

Very reluctantly shifting herself from his groin, she leaned down and pressed a kiss to his shoulder, moving slowly down his chest to the faint dusting of hair over his nipple. She'd never paid much attention to men's ni**les before, but the dark circles on Cole's chest demanded her attention, her appreciation.

She licked across the already taut tip and it came alive beneath her tongue. He gripped her back, his thumbs working to find her ni**les.

She lifted her head from his chest. "I'm going to get something to tie you up pretty soon if you're not careful."

His reaction was instantaneous. And fierce. "Like hell. You're not tying me up."

She raised an eyebrow. "Wanna bet?"

He groaned and pinched his eyes shut, his hips seeming to move off the bed on their own.

"You're killing me."

"Too bad." She moved up the bed and picked up one of his hands. She wrapped his fingers around a section of her pewter bed frame. "If you need to hold onto something, hold onto this."

"You're pushing it, sweetheart."

She shifted back over him, letting her hair brush over his neck and shoulders and chest, loving the way his muscles rippled in response.

"Ooooh, I'm scared."

And the fact was, there was a little fear there. Just enough to keep her on the edge of her seat. She had no idea how far he'd let her push him. Just as she had no idea how far she could push.

But boy, was it fun figuring all of that out. Shockingly so.

She swirled her tongue around the nipple she'd thus far neglected and the entire bed moved and groaned as he gripped at the bed frame with both hands. Using her tongue to guide her explorations, she roamed down his body, tasting the indentations between his incredible abdominal muscles.

Every muscle, every sinew, every tendon was tensed.

"Seems like you're having a hard time relaxing," she murmured against the dark line of hair that trailed from his belly button down towards his cock. "I'm thinking maybe I should blindfold you."

When his growl came, she didn't bother hiding her smile of pure feminine pleasure. How had she gone this long without knowing the thrill of holding a man sexually captive?

It was beyond incredible.

"You don't like that idea very much, do you, Cole?"

"You have no idea how close you are to the edge, sweet Anna."

The unveiled threat in his voice sent a wave of intense desire through her. "Close enough to make you black out, I hope."

She knew he would try to grab her. But before he could, she opened her mouth wide and sucked his c**k inside. Using what she'd learned the previous night about bypassing her gag reflex, she tilted her neck slightly and relaxed the tight muscles until her nose was pressed into his pelvic bone.

She was mesmerized by his taste--his pre-come was salty and sweet all at the same--and his scent. So clean, so distinctive. Again and again, she took the long, thick length of his shaft into her mouth and throat, working the base with her hand on every outward thrust.

She'd loved sucking him last night. She loved it even more now, hearing his wild groans of pleasure, his heated praise at how wet and soft and tight her mouth was around his dick.

A hot splash of fluid erupted from his thick head and she greedily licked it up.

"It's too damn good," came a split-second before he pulled her mouth off his c**k and lifted her pu**y onto it.

She'd known all along that he wouldn't let her take him all the way over the edge in her mouth--not yet, anyway--so instead of fighting him, she gladly sank down onto his thick, throbbing shaft with a deep sigh of pleasure.

"So perfect," he said as his hands moved from her hips to cup her br**sts. "So damn pretty."

Using her thigh muscles to propel her up and down over his cock, she rode Cole like a star jockey. Sweat dripped between her br**sts and he lifted his head to lick at a rivulet in the center of her chest, along her breastbone.

The rough stroke of his tongue in such an unexpectedly sensual spot sent her into a climax she hadn't even realized was coming. Her inner muscles pulled and clenched at his thick shaft and she ground her clit into his pelvic bone to prolong the incredible waves of pleasure.

Somewhere in there she realized he was growing even harder inside of her, that he was thrusting harder.

At the very last second, he pulled out of her, his se**n spurting against her belly as he ground himself against her. But Anna hadn't forgotten what she'd wanted earlier--what he'd taken away from her when he'd had her ride him instead.

A moment later, she had him in her mouth. And this time, instead of pushing away, he helped her take his still rock-hard shaft deeper into her throat.

It was the first time she'd ever tasted herself on a man's flesh. Her musk was all mixed up with Cole's essence, but instead of being disgusted by what she was doing, she was filled with a surprising satisfaction instead.