Playing the Game

37. Not Hooking Up Anymore

A sharp breath catches in her throat, her head lolling back when I dip down and let my mouth replace my fingers.

"Fuck," she exhales. All I can do is smile. That word on her tongue is such a beautiful sound.

I grip her waist and come to my feet, hoisting her up and pulling a spin move to drop her onto the bed in the spot I was just occupying. The sudden movement makes her squeal, and she collapses back onto the bed with a small laugh as I kneel in front of her and plant my hands on her thighs.

Running my fingers along her skin, I lean forward and part her legs. The only thing between me and what I want most right now is a layer of soft cotton. I can hear Mia's breathing pick up as she anticipates my next move, but I don't give her what she wants just yet. Even if it's what I want, too.

I feel like teasing her first.

My fingers play with the top of her panties, but I keep them on, directing my attention to every spot except where she wants me.

Dropping kisses on the inside of her thighs, then alternating between biting and licking her skin, I tease her until she's a writhing mess on the mattress above me. Each time I switch from one side to the other, I make a point of breezing right past her heat, just long enough to let her feel my breath over the place she wants my mouth the most.

"Grayson..." Her voice is strangled, hands gripping into my hair. "Stop teasing me."

"Or what?" I look up at her, enjoying the view. Her up there, me down here. The tension in her posture, the desire in her eyes.

When I can no longer stand another second without tasting her, I yank at the band of her underwear and she's all too quick to lift up and help me get rid of them. But the moment I pull them down and toss them aside, Mia snaps her legs shut.

My whole body laments at the missing sight of her, knowing the barrier is gone but not being able to feast my eyes on the prize. Or put my mouth on it.

I glance up at her again. "Open your legs, Tink."

"Are you gonna tease me or taste me?" she asks, her voice a mix of sass and desperation. I can't decide which part I like more.

"Open your fucking legs and find out."

Something heated flashes in her eyes, replaced quickly by a note of mischief. And, for a minute there, I think she's gonna keep playing hard to get, keep all the cards in her hand and deprive me. But her breathing hitches as she considers what that will mean for her, for us, and she lets her legs drop open without hesitation.

My gaze darts to the view where perfection lays before me, Mia's arousal glistening between her thighs. I don't waste another second to enjoy it, licking it up like I haven't eaten in days. The taste of her is so fucking sweet on my tongue.

Her breaths grow shallow and I hear soft whimpering above me as her body relaxes fully into the mattress. Her hand falls to my head on instinct, keeping me in place. And with every lick of my tongue against her pussy, she loses herself more and more, arching her back to try and somehow get closer to me.

When I close my mouth over her clit, she sucks in a sharp breath and releases it on a strangled moan. "Oh, fuck. I'm..."

And then she comes. And I feel every vibration of her body as she bucks her hips against me, listening to every sound that escapes her lips, tasting every ounce of desire that floods my mouth when she releases.

Afterwards, I stay where I am on the floor, resting my head on her thigh and watching her as she comes down from her high.

The sight of her laying there on my bed, exhausted and content, her abs flexing as her stomach shifts up and down with every deep breath... it's almost too much. My dick grows uncomfortably harder as I watch her. But, more than that, a familiar comfort radiates in my chest, bringing me to my feet and urging me to get closer to her.