Page 43 of Game Over

“You can take everything I give you and then some, can’t you?” He allowed me a moment to adjust to his size, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs in a soothing motion. “Now it’s your turn to follow instructions. You’re going to be a good fucking girl, and you’re going to ride me till you’re coming all over my cock.” He thrust his hips up and, god, I’ve never felt so full.

My skin heated, and my heart pounded in my chest, feeling like it was going to give out. Every inch of me was growing increasingly aware of where our bodies are connected. The fact that he could see every inch of me on display.

The softness of my stomach, the way my thighs spread out more as I was seated in his lap, or that my boobs hung a little lower and heavier since they were on the larger size.

I waited for the insecurity and doubt to creep in, to rear its ugly head and ruin this moment, but it didn’t. All I saw was Spencer’s hungry gaze taking me in. No part of me was left undiscovered by his exploring gaze. If anything, I felt powerful. In control. And, boy, did I love that feeling.

I started to move, bouncing up and down, showing him just how good I was. He tilted his head back, praises of me falling from his lips, which only drove me to go faster because fuck did I love him praising me. He wrapped his hand around my throat and squeezed. My hands roamed over him greedily and hungrily. Those fucking biceps that I wanted to sink my teeth into, and that curly hair that made me feral. The way my body responded to him as if it had a mind of its own astounded me.

“That’s it, Allie, that’s it, you’re so close, baby, I can feel it. Come on, let me see you come.” He added a little more pressure to my throat, causing black dots to dance across my eyes as they fluttered closed. “Eyes on me, baby girl.” I was done for. My eyes locked onto his and that hungry gaze, and I shattered.

The third orgasm washed over me stronger than the last. He released his hand from my throat, and I clawed at his shoulders, back, anywhere I could reach as I rode out my pleasure. Spencer gripped me even tighter, slamming into me relentlessly, his rhythm choppy and his breathing labored. Then he was falling with me, screaming my name as he did. The neighbors would know our names by the time the night was over.

“You did so good, baby,” he said as he lay his forehead against mine. Taking in a few deep breaths and running his nose along my neck, leaving small kisses up and down till he was back at my ear. “But we’re still not done. I want one more from you. Can you do that for me?”

My eyes flew open. What did he mean, not done? “I—I don’t know, I’m so sore, I don’t know if I can.” Two orgasms were insane enough, but a third that happened with just penetration was unheard of for me. For the most part, I needed to have both internal and external stimulation to finish with a partner. There was absolutely no way he could pull a fourth from me. No way in hell. Nope, not happening, champ.

“I’ll take care of you, don't worry. You’re so perfect, you can do it for me, can’t you, pretty girl?” I wasn’t sure that I could, but the way he was so gentle as he peppered kisses along my shoulder, chin, and stopping once he reached the shell of my ear—that only caused a shiver to snake down my spine, made me eager to do anything for him.

“O-okay, I’ll try,” I stammered out.

“Atta girl. Get on your hands and knees, face down on the mattress, and hands behind your back.”

He helped carefully lift me off of him and maneuvered me into the position he wanted me in, making sure to be gentle with me while he did. I felt so exposed, especially since I didn’t feel him get back on the bed.

“Spencer? What are you doing?” With my face turned sideways on the bed, it was impossible to see where he was.

“I’m just enjoying the work of art. Such a beautiful masterpiece.” His words set my skin on fire. I let out a small whine, wanting him to touch me. “Everything about you is perfect, Allie.” He rubbed his hands from my feet, up my calves, my thighs, up to my ass, and all along my back. He rubbed every inch of my exposed skin, worshiping every curve and divot, occasionally leaving kisses after he did.

If there was one thing I was learning about him, it was that he loved touching me in any way he could. He sat back on his knees and grabbed both of my ass cheeks in his hands, spreading me so I was even more on display for him.

“Fuck me,” he growled appreciatively. My thighs clenched together, and my nipples tightened even further. I shifted, trying to alleviate the building ache. Spencer kissed up my spine, laying himself against my back as he did. “People went to war for women as beautiful as you.”

“Spencer, please. Touch me.” I wasn’t above begging at this point.

“Always so needy for me, aren’t you? You want me to fill you back up, baby girl?” Fuck I liked it when he called me that too.

“Yes, please.” I wiggled my ass to entice him more.

“Since you were so polite and said please.” He sat back up, grabbed my hands behind my back, and started to push into me. “If it’s too much, you say ‘red,’ and we stop. Otherwise, you take everything I give you.” I nodded my head vigorously, needing him to touch me. “Use your words, Allie. I need to hear you say you understand this.”

“Yes, yes, I understand. If it’s too much, I say ‘red,’ and we stop. I understand.” It came out in such a rush, but I needed him. Needed him like a fish needed water.

“Such a good fucking whore for me.” He rubbed the side of my face gently, and then bottomed out inside of me. He wasn't kidding when he said he wouldn’t be taking it easy. The angle he had me at made it feel impossibly deeper than before. This was the hardest I’d ever been taken, but I wasn’t complaining one bit. Something about how feral he was spurred me on even more. The noises he made and the filthy words he said completely set me ablaze. I had never been with someone who was so vocal, and I loved it.

He held my hands together, keeping me in place as he took what he wanted, leaving me completely at his mercy. The noises our bodies made and the words that left our mouths were obscene. He reached down and grabbed me by my throat, pulled my back to his front.

“Do you feel what you do to me? How insane you make me? Hmm? We fit so perfectly together, baby girl. It will always be you, Allie. Always. Fucking. You.” He growled in my ear as he reached around and started rubbing my clit. “You’re going to come first, baby. Now come on, show me how well you can listen.” I went careening off a cliff after those words left his mouth. “Fuck yes, so fucking good, you feel so perfectly mine.” He stilled as he held me in place, following me off that edge. Neither of us moved as he held me against him, brushing any hair from my face, both of us trying to slow our breathing.

“You okay, sweetheart?” I nodded my head because I, for some reason, got the overwhelming sense to cry. I must have sniffled because next thing I knew, he was lying us down, asking what was wrong, and pushing all the hair from my face.

“Nothing’s wrong, I promise. That was so so good. I’ve never had anything that amazing. I think it was just a lot, and my senses are overwhelmed. I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay, it happens. Here, how about I start us a bath, and you let me hold you and take care of you?” Worry filled his gaze as he cupped my face.

“I’d like that, please.” Spencer nodded, got up, handed me my water, telling me to drink plenty because I needed it, and went to start our bath. When he came back, he set my bottle on the nightstand, and then scooped me up into his arms and carried me to the bathroom. He gently placed me down on shaky legs so he could climb in, and then he took my hand and helped me in. I wasn’t sure how he had the strength in him to lift me after all that, but it was nice being cared for like this. Someone putting my needs first and making sure I’m taken care of.

“I added some Epsom salts to help with sore muscles. I hope that was ok.” I still didn’t have the strength to talk, so I nodded and lay back against him. We sat in silence as the tub filled up while he gently massaged my neck and shoulders. “Are you sure you’re okay, Allie? I didn’t take it too far, did I?” His voice was laced with so much concern that it made me feel terrible. I tilted my face toward his, our lips only inches apart. My eyes flitted from his swollen lips to those beautiful eyes that swam with so much concern.