Gemma twists to peer at me over her shoulder. “Do you have some fetish for me sitting in your lap?”
She’s still wearing my clothes and it’s driving me fucking wild. My arms snake around her waist, skimming underneath the hoodie to press into the warm skin of her stomach.
“You tell me.” I trace patterns on her skin and her lashes flutter. I press my face to the back of her shoulder. “Call of Duty or Mario Kart?”
“Mario Kart. Prepare to have your ass kicked,” Gemma crows. “I’m reigning champ in the Turner household.”
“We’ll see about that.”
I hand her one of the controllers and get a game started. It turns out she knows what she’s doing. She lays traps and gets boots that send my car spinning out.
“Oh, it’s like that, huh?”
“You know it.”
Gemma plays with her whole body, shifting in my lap as she follows the movements of her player.
It’s. Fucking. Torture.
I decide I need to play dirty to win. I cage her in with my arms, leaning my chin over her shoulder as I swivel the toggle to steer my car into a speed boost.
“Damn it,” Gemma mutters.
My lips curve and I aim to distract her by kissing the back of her neck. She squirms, making a faint sound.
“That’s not fair.”
“Who said I cared about fairness,” I say against her skin. My tongue flicks her earlobe and she gasps. “I’ll do whatever it takes to win.”
Marissa never wanted to play anything with me. The closest she came to my game systems was sucking my dick while I half-heartedly played a Battlefield match.
This is making me horny. Gemma is absorbed in the game and hasn’t snapped at me to stop touching her.
I’m getting into it, grazing my teeth at the juncture of her neck and shoulder as I peer up at the TV to keep track of things. My cock strains in my sweats and I press up against her ass.
She still crosses the finish line first.
I drag out a groan and toss my controller aside in favor of wrapping my arms around her waist.
“What?” Gemma scoffs. “You think girls don’t play video games?”
“Nah, I know they do.”
I lay another kiss on the back of her neck.
“Alec and I used to have limited time to play, so we pooled it together and bargained with our parents to stack how long we were allowed to have.” Gemma tips her head back to rest on my shoulder. It gives me better access to attack her skin with my lips. A soft sound leaves her and her hands cover mine on her stomach. “We used to play a ton together. We’d strategize and take turns going up against big bosses.”
“Cute.” I nip at her skin. “Time to stop talking about your brother, though.”
“Yeah.”
I move against her ass and slip my fingers up the inside of the boxers to touch her thighs. She arches as heat builds between us. My touch roams over her body as she drops her guard.
I have her under my spell, commanding her pleasure.
“I want to make you come again.” My voice is full of gravel and dark promise. “This time I want to make you scream for me.”
Gemma shudders, spreading her legs when I nudge her knees to drop on either side of my lap. My hands dive beneath the waistband of the basketball shorts and give her what she needs, rubbing firmly. I waste no time, gliding my fingers over her slick folds and pressing one inside of her.