The pressure builds at the base of my spine, tight and hot. The adrenaline from the game is mixing with this, creating a cocktailof pure sensation. I can feel the orgasm rushing toward me, inevitable and unstoppable.
"Zoë," I warn, my breath hitching. "I'm close. You need to stop if you don't want—"
She doubles down. She sucks harder, her hand gripping my balls, rolling them in her palm.
"Fuck!" I shout, my hips bucking off the wall. "I'm gonna come!"
She hollows her cheeks and takes me deep, and I explode. I come hard, shouting her name, my vision whiting out. I pour myself down her throat, pulse after pulse, my whole body shaking with the force of it.
She swallows it all, her throat working, milking me for everything I have.
When I finally stop, my legs are trembling so bad I can barely stand. I slump back against the wall, gasping for air, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs.
She pulls back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looks up at me, her eyes dark, her lips swollen and red.
"A deal is a deal," she says, her voice husky.
I reach down, grabbing her hands, and haul her up. I crush my mouth to hers, tasting myself on her tongue, kissing her like I'm starving. She melts into me, her arms wrapping around my neck, her body soft and pliant against mine.
Walking her backward, I steer her toward the bed without breaking the kiss. The backs of her knees hit the mattress, and she falls back, bouncing slightly.
I crawl over her, stripping off my jacket and tossing it aside. I undo the buttons of my shirt, yanking it off, needing to feel her skin against mine.
"Your turn," I growl, reaching for the hem of her shirt.
She lifts her arms, letting me pull it over her head. She's wearing a black lace bra—thin, barely there. I reach behind her,unhooking it with a flick of my wrist, and toss it to the floor. Her breasts spill out, pale and perfect, her nipples already hard.
I lower my head, taking one into my mouth, sucking hard. She gasps, her back arching off the bed, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
"Gio," she breathes.
I bite down gently, tugging with my teeth, then soothe the sting with my tongue. I move to the other one, giving it the same attention, worshiping her with my mouth.
Her heart is racing under my palm, her skin flushing with heat.
I trail kisses down her stomach, over the ridges of her ribs, dipping my tongue into her navel. I reach the waistband of her skirt and hook my fingers into it, dragging it down her legs. She lifts her hips to help me, kicking it away. She's wearing matching lace panties. Fucking soaked.
I look up at her, meeting her gaze.
"You're wet, Zoë."
“I watched you play,” she says, her voice unsteady. “I watched you win. It’s a turn-on.”
A smirk tugs at my mouth as I lean down and press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. “Good.”
My fingers hook into the lace, tugging it down and exposing her to me. She’s bare, smooth, glistening. The scent of her hits—musky and sweet—and my mouth waters.
Lowering myself between her legs, I run my tongue through her folds, from her entrance to her clit. She cries out, her hips bucking off the bed. I grip her thighs, holding her open, and do it again. Long, slow strokes.
Every inch of her gets explored, tasted, learned. She’s fucking delicious.
All my focus narrows to her clit, circling it with the tip of my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. She moans, her hands flying to my hair, holding me in place.
"God, Gio," she gasps. "Don't stop."
I slide a finger inside her, curling it upward, searching for that spot. She tightens around me, her muscles clamping down.
"Right there," she breathes.
