The Game Changer

by Lana Ferguson

“They’re glad you did though. Actually, I think they would probably want you to cut loose even more.” “Oh yeah?” “Mhm.”

I’m not breathing as she licks at the very tip of my finger, feeling everything below the belt tingle with interest and then give a heavy pulse of desire as she sucks the entire digit into her mouth, making the sweetest, softest little noise. It’s in and out in mere seconds, like it never even happened, but I feel the slick heat of her mouth for much longer.

I want to feel that tongue on my lips, my skin, my cock—and the set of her fucking cable show is definitely not the place for it.

“You know,” I tell her, toying with the knot of her apron at the back of her neck, “the apron might look ridiculous on me, but it’s very tempting when you wear it.”

“Mhm. Everything about you is a temptation, Lila.” When I peek up at her reflection, I catch her lashes fluttering as I brush my lips down the column of her neck.

“But this fucking apron…The things I’m thinking about you and this apron aren’t very sweet at all.” Her smile is downright wicked. “I like that.” “Do you?” “Mhm.” Her eyes flutter until she meets my gaze again in the mirror. “I’ve been wanting to tempt you forever.”

But her eyes on me are full of want that I know matches mine, and her chest rises and falls at a pace that tells me she’s feeling as breathless as I am, that her heart is most likely pounding in her chest at a similar cadence to my own, and there’s only one thing I know for sure.

“Yes,” I answer quietly, coiling one silky strand of her hair around my finger and leaning in to inhale her sweet scent. “I want to.” And maybe it’s a bad idea, maybe it’s a terrible one, but the way Lila’s mouth curves into a soft smile, looking at me like I hung the fucking moon…I find I simply don’t fucking care.

It’s only just occurring to me what will most likely happen after we go inside. What I have thought about happening for so long it’s embarrassing, considering I’ve only been on his radar for a month, at best.

“You know nothing has to happen here, right?” His hand lifts until his thumb strokes my jaw. “It won’t change anything. It won’t change a single thing about how I feel.”

His eyes flick to my mouth, and then back to mine like a silent question, and all I can do is nod, because I’ll never say no to more of him.

Maybe we’re exactly where we’re supposed to be, because all I know is that while I may not have wanted you as long as you’ve wanted me, I can say with absolute certainty that I have wanted you as hard as a person can want another person.

I don’t know when you went from the girl I adored to the woman I can’t stop thinking about, but you did.

You’ve always been in my heart, but now you’re in my head too. You’re fucking everywhere, Lila. You’re in so deep that I don’...

I kiss him, hard—hard enough that his word morphs into a throaty groan that makes me tingle with something other than nerves.

“After that little speech, I am not above sucking your dick right here in the hallway.” “Jesus,” he chokes out, keeping me upright against the wall with one fucking hand as he fumbles with the key sitting in the lock with the other one. “You can’t say shit like that to me.”

I don’t think I’ll ever get over how easily he seems to be able to toss me around; Ian Chase treats me like I’m his own personal shot put, and he’s going for the fucking gold medal. It feels like he barely puts any effort in throwing me onto my bed, crawling over me like a predator, with a look in his eye to match as his wide shoulders block my view of the ceiling.

His lips mold to mine as my eyes flutter closed, opening for him without question as his tongue slips inside to explore my mouth. There’s no one here now, I realize, no one to interrupt, no one to stop us from fulfilling every fantasy I’ve ever had, and the realization of that has me kissing him just a little more desperately, has my body pressing against his as if I can somehow get even closer.

Holy hell. I’m dreaming. This must be a dream. Maybe I’ve died, even. Is this heaven? Would there be talk of orgasms in heaven? Actually, I don’t know if I want to go if there isn’t.

He pushes up on his knees, reaching to wrench his shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere on the floor, and my entire brain turns into goo because he has tattoos there too.

He presses one thick finger between my collarbones, letting it drag slowly down over my sternum to the valley between my breasts as his breath stutters. “Fucking edible.”

“And were you thinking of me when you got it?” “Maybe,” I answer quietly. “Just a little.” “Fuck.” His entire palm covers the tattoo, his fingers wrapping around the fleshy bits of my hip and squeezing. “That shouldn’t turn me on, right?”

“It does,” he mumbles into my skin. “Everything about you does.” He’s tugging at my jeans again, dragging them down my legs with an urgency that makes my nipples tighten and my pussy throb.

“Wanna taste you. Want to know if you taste as sweet as you look.”

“Is this okay?” he asks directly to the increasingly wet fabric between my legs. “Can I?” So polite, my Ian. I grin lazily. “Have at it, Cupcake. I was promised an orgasm.” “Thank fuck,” he grunts.

He doesn’t even bother to peel my underwear off, apparently too impatient for that; he hooks a finger under the elastic at the crease in my thigh, pulling it to the side and wasting no time sliding his hot tongue right through the crease of me.

“Oh God,” I moan. “My name,” he practically growls, surprising me in the best way. “You say my name when ...

“There,” I sigh. “Right there. That’s what I need.” He flicks my clit again. “Here?” “Yes,” I hiss through my teeth. “Mm.”

He wraps his lips around my clit to suck, and the urge to prop up so I can watch is too strong to resist. His eyes peer up at me as he alternates between long pulls with his mouth and soft swirls of his tongue, watching the way it drives me crazy.

I’m unable to look away from the sight of him between my legs but also physically incapable of forming coherent thought outside of Ian is between my fucking legs—and the way he laps at my pussy like he’s trying to consume me is enough to have me hurtling toward something mind-blowing.

“I-Ian,” I whimper, reaching down to card my fingers through his hair. “Right there. I’m going to fucking come.”

“Gonna come,” he grinds out, his arm moving beneath him, and I realize he’s squeezing himself to prevent it from happening. “Fuck, your sounds,” he rasps. “Your taste.” He shudders again. “You’re going to make me come.”

I like that. I really like that. Ian Chase being so into eating me out that he almost comes in his pants? Yeah. Suddenly not as outraged at being left hanging.

“I want to come with you inside me,” I murmur. “Wanna feel that cock I’ve been dreaming about forever.” “Jesus, Lila,” he groans. “Are you actually trying to kill me?”

“Keep talking French, and I might still come.” I grin as I lean into his ear, whispering, “Je veux que tu me baise, Ian” “Fuck.”

“Je veux cette grosse queue,” I tell him softly. He arches into my hand. “Tell me what it means.” “I want this big cock,” I purr. “I was promised an orgasm, remember?”

“I wanted to do that,” he huffs as his knee dips on the bed, sans jeans and condom in hand. “Fuck, look at you.” And he is. Looking at me. He presses his palm against the top of my belly, slowly pushing upward until his fingers are smoothing through the soft skin between my breasts.

“Fucking edible,” he murmurs again. And as if to prove his point, he leans in close until I can feel the warmth of his breath against my nipple, and it hardens in anticipation.

“On top,” I say breathlessly. “I want to ride you.” “You really are going to kill me with that mouth of yours,” he huffs. “I don’t know if I’m ever going to get used to it.”

I don’t think I could ever be fully prepared for the experience that is seeing Ian’s cock for the first time; it slaps up against his abs, hard and red and so fucking thick I press my thighs together in anticipation—and if I wasn’t so desperate to have him inside me, I would definitely be pushing the “sucking his dick” issue.

“You look pretty edible yourself, Cupcake,” I tease. I hold out my hand, gesturing to the condom he is still holding. “Gimme that.” He passes it to me wordlessly, never taking his eyes off what I’m doing. I can feel the weight of his gaze as I tear open the wrapper with my teeth, biting gently at my lip as I concentrate on rolling it over his thick length.

“Fucking hell.” His palm slides across my hip bone, his thumb dipping between my thighs to slip between them to tease my clit.

“Look how wet you are.” His thumb glides through my folds in a slow back-and-forth, his breath punching out of him like it’s a chore. “Is that for me?” My lashes flutter as I nod, sucking in a breath. “Mhm.”

“Come here, sweet girl,” he hums. “Wanna watch you sit on my cock.” I brace my hands on his abs that feel like granite under my fingers, imagining for a ...

I rock my hips back and forth so that I can grind down on his cock without actually taking him inside, delighted that his gasp is as loud a...

It’s a good sort of overwhelmed that I feel, hearing that—the elation of knowing he needs me, that he wants me—threatening to fill me up to the point of burst...

big nerve, oversensitized to the point of almost being too much.

I take over holding him steady, catching his gaze as I notch him right where I want him. “Watch.” And he does—eyes fixed on the place where he slowly starts to slip inside—the delicious stretch of him filling me, causing me to clench around him involuntarily as a ragged breath falls out of my mouth. I take him inch by inch until I can feel the soft hair of his massive thighs against my ass, supporting my weight, and I can’t help but circle my hips experimentally, just feeling him.

Ian’s head tips back then, his lips parting. “Fuck.” “Mm. You like?” He grits his teeth. “You’re lucky I haven’t come already.”

I lift up just a little, dropping on his cock as the slap of skin rings through the air. “Like that?” “You’re being a brat again,” he says through gritted teeth. A breathy laugh escapes me. “I think you like it.”