Tossing the controller back onto the sofa, I undo the top button of my jeans and then unzip just as fast. “When have you ever wanted to play fair and square?”
“What are you talking about? I always play fair.” Her tone does nothing to convince me, and I can see the corner of her lips tilts up when she glances back at me.
I slide a finger inside her panties and find her already wet and aroused. I know she wants it as badly as I do. The need to have her increases every time I see her, which isn’t something I’m used to. I never wanted more with a girl before, but Viola makes me want all the days and nights with her, and even then, it wouldn’t be enough.
“Travis…” she warns, but her body shivers against mine, giving her away.
Watching her, I can tell she’s distracted, and even more so, she likes the distractions. Her fingers are no longer moving along the controller, and her neck has gone weak, falling between her shoulders as I slide my finger inside her.
I can hear her arousal as I slide in and out, building her up until she’s almost lost all control. Just before she clamps her pussy around my fingers, I grab my controller off the couch and fire right at her. The echoing of the gunshots whips her head back up as the screen fills with blood. She’s dead.
“You asshole!” she screeches, picking the controller back up. “You totally did that on purpose.” She looks over her shoulder and pinches her eyes tight.
I suck on my fingers that taste of her and smile. “And you fell for it, Princess.”
“All right, so it’s going to be like that.” She turns around, still on her knees. I watch as she drops her hands to my jeans that are already undone. “Looks like you were getting ready for me.”
“I’m always ready for you.” I flash a sly grin and place my hands on my hips.
“This is what happens when you tell a sex addict to rest and not have any physical activity for six weeks.” She rolls her eyes at me as she palms my cock through my shorts.
“You get rebellious behavior?”
“Something like that.” She laughs.
She slides her hand inside my shorts and begins to stroke my cock. Her eyes stay focused on mine as she rubs the length of my shaft with one hand and circles her palm around the tip. She’s working me into a frenzy, and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back. I want to flip her over, pull her hips up until her perky ass is in the air, and fuck her until we’re both stinging with carpet burn.
I lean down and cup her face, pulling her lips to mine as she continues stroking me. My other hand pulls down her camisole and bra until her breast is in my palm. She moans in my mouth, and I squeeze her breast, wanting every item of clothing between us gone.
She fidgets with the button of her jean shorts until she’s able to unzip and pull them down to her knees. My hand slides down her back and cups her ass cheek, pulling her flesh against mine. She rubs the length of my cock between her legs, against the panties that are becoming an annoyance. I need them gone.
My mouth lands on her neck, and I suck just under her ear, feathering kisses all the way down to her collarbone. She hums in response, and I can feel her body heating up.
She wraps a hand around my neck and pulls me down until her lips are pressed to my ear. “I’ve imagined you fucking me on this couch for years.” Her words vibrate against the shell of my ear, and I’m about two seconds away from exploding in her hand.
“Goddammit, you can’t say shit like that,” I hiss, fighting every urge to bend her ass over the couch like she’s begging for. I want more than anything to bury myself inside her, but I know she’s still playing some twisted mind game with me.
“And why’s that?” She looks up at me, her lips in a pout. “You don’t want me anymore?”
“Don’t be fucking crazy now,” I say, knowing her angle.
“Then what is it?” she asks as she pulls her camisole over her head and tosses it. My dick rises higher to attention as I watch her wrap her arms around her back and unclasp her bra.
I swallow, deciding that I don’t care what her angle is anymore—I fucking need her.
“Give me your controller,” I say, reaching around her, but she stops me.
“No way.” She blocks my hand again. “I’m not surrendering.”
I tilt my head at her with a knowing smirk. “So being a cock tease is your angle?”
“I work with my advantages.” She grins, pushing her chest out.
Narrowing my eyes at her, I try to think through my next move. I don’t give two shits about the damn video game, but I decide to play her little game. She wants to play hard to get—I’m the fucking champion at that sport.
Without giving her any indication beforehand, I grab her hips and flip her over before she has a chance to stop me. Her chest presses against the carpet, and I lay on top of her, keeping her under my control.
“Dammit, Travis!” She squirms, arching her hips off the ground, but I press my hard body into hers, and she barely budges. “You’re such a damn cheater.”