I lifted an eyebrow. “Game on, Nell.”
My hands went to my jeans before she could move. I wasn’t at all worried about her not following through because I knew she would. Nell was body-confident and it was sexy as fuck. She also wasn’t shy around me. Whether that was just who she was or because she felt comfortable around me I wasn’t sure, but I’d take either if it meant I got to view her naked form as much as possible.
Giggling, Nell followed suit and removed her clothes. I watched with hooded eyes as she stared at me and dropped her underwear. I’d never seen anything so perfect as her bare body.
“Nell,” I said breathlessly. It hurt to look and not touch.
My body ached to be against hers, hands longed to caress every inch of her soft skin.
“Are you making that coffee or not?” Her voice was too sweet, too innocent. I knew what she was up to.
“You don’t play fair.”
Lifting one shoulder in a lazy shrug, she replied, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Like fuck you don’t.” She was challenging me to sit there and sip coffee while trying not to jump her. My dick was already as hard as steel and my balls felt like they were going to explode. I wanted her and I didn’t want to wait or play games. But I also didn’t want her to win.
I locked my muscles and forced myself to smile. “Sit down and I’ll bring it through.”
Smirking, she nodded and turned around. Her walk to the sofa was slow and seductive. I watched the delicate lines of her form, the curve of her arse and hips, and the soft tips of her hair brushing against her lower back.
Groaning inwardly, I turned to go into the kitchen and took deep breaths. My plan for tonight was pounce; I wasn’t mentally prepared for abstaining for any length of time. I filled the kettle, flicked it on and tried to think about anything other than Nell naked.
Nell’s naked, Nell’s naked, Nell’s naked!
I wanted my hands and mouth on her and only take her after she begged me to. I was supposed to drop to my knees the second her clothes were off. She’d turned my plans upside down and ended up being the one that was playing with me.
I was pissed.
Slamming two mugs down on the worktop, I filled each with instant coffee and got the milk out. “You okay?” She called in that sickly sweet voice.
Fucking woman.
I cleared my throat. “I’m fine. Why don’t you find something to watch?”
“Already am,” she replied, “I really fancy a chilled evening in front of the TV.”
Another dig at me, telling me she was absolutely fine to not have sex. I knew different of course, but she wouldn’t ever acknowledge that – it wasn’t part of the game.
I made the coffee; stirring so fast, I periodically spilled it over the worktop, and threw the spoon in the sink. She could wipe the coffee stains off the wooden counter; it was her fault they were there in the first place.
“Here,” I said, placing one mug in front of her. She leant forwards from where she was sitting to pick up the cup and her mouth was perfectly lined up with my cock.
Jesus Christ.
If I didn’t want to win I would’ve slammed my drink down and guided her mouth to where I really wanted it. She sat back before I could give in and smiled up at me. Nell had perfected her ‘innocent’ eyes look but I wasn’t buying it.
Taking a deep breath, I put my drink down and sat beside her. Her breasts, not so subtly, pressed against my side as she shifted on the sofa, tucking her legs under herself.
“We play the most pathetic games, Nell.”
“Oh, are we playing?”
I glared. “Don’t act cute.”
Laughing, she returned her mug to the coffee table and straddled my hips.
“Uh uh, no way are you claiming a win if I take you now! You can’t sit on me and expect me to keep my hands off you.”
Her smiled stretched and she wrapped her arms around my neck. “I don’t expect anything from you, Damon, other than you supplying me with a lot of orgasms.”
“Well, I think I can handle that.”
Unexpectedly, because she never usually backed down, she covered my mouth with her own and manoeuvred her hips, making me slowly sink inside her.
I win.
An hour and a half later, Nell was lying between my legs, sprawled over my chest as we watched Son’s of Anarchy. I loved the post sex part just as much as the sex itself. She was usually sated and cuddly, unless she wasn’t done with me and then she’d just tease and do things to me that made my eyes roll back into my head.
And post all-clear test results meant that she was back to doing all the good stuff. The herpes test of Hades was worth it.
She sighed. “The things I’d do to Charlie Hunnam.”
“Are they the same things you do to me?”