Changing His Game (Entangled Brazen) (Gamers) (11 page)

She wanted to ask him how it was for him. She wanted to ask him if his heart was on the line at all. But that would come later. For now, she rested her weary bones.

When their dessert came, she didn’t even look at it. And Austin asked for the check right away.

Chapter Ten

She was boneless when Austin led her to his car in the darkened parking lot. She almost took off her heels and walked barefoot, but she didn’t want to cut her feet on broken glass or something. That would have ended what was the best date of her life on a sour note.

She needed to get herself together and find a second wind. Because the night was far from over. She’d been good, very good. And Austin had promised a reward.

They’d sat in the booth waiting for a check and Austin hadn’t touched her other than a couple of caresses on her hand. She thought she’d done something wrong, but then he explained that he needed to calm down or he’d make a scene when they walked out of the restaurant. She’d glanced at his pants, saw the thick ridge straining against the zipper, and shut her mouth.

He was more demonstrative as he helped her into the car, leaning down to press a kiss to her temple before shutting the door.

When he started the car, she closed her eyes.

“You’re not going to fall asleep on me, are you?” he asked.

She made exaggerated snoring noises.

There was a pause, and then he started laughing. She opened her eyes and rolled her head on the headrest to look at him. “I like your laugh.”

He glanced at her, the streetlights cutting over his face, his normally tense expression now softened. She wondered if it was the result of the wine, her, or a little of both.

“You do?” he said. “Well, you often make me laugh.”

Those words sent a warm curl into her belly. “I need to stay on top of my game. Come up with new material.”

He laughed softly. “I don’t doubt your talent.”

When they pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex, she pointed to the guest parking spots. His car looked odd, mixed with the nineties models that populated the lot.

She wondered if he’d assume he was invited up to her apartment. When he threw the car into park, he didn’t turn off the engine, but turned to look at her. Only one eye was visible in a shaft of light—the rest of his face was in shadow. That eye was on her, assessing.

She unlocked her seat belt and opened her door. Over her shoulder she said, “Well, are you coming?”

He raised his eyebrows.

She lowered a heel to the ground. “You promised me something.” She stood up with a smile on her face and closed the car door behind her. She hadn’t had a man in her apartment other than Chad in…well, way too long. She’d placed so much emphasis on her career, and while it still meant the world to her, she had never felt alive like she did with Austin. Video games had been her escape for so long, a way to operate in a carefully controlled world. She lived for it. But that was nothing compared to her reaction in Austin’s presence, his strong palm on her neck.

Marley walked to her apartment without looking behind her. She heard a car door shut, a beep of the locks, and then footfalls. Austin didn’t run to catch up; he trailed her by about five feet, his shoes clacking on the staircase as they made their ascent to the third floor.

A zing shot through her. This was like a hunt, and she was his prey. God, how she wanted to be his prey, like a mouse in his talons.

This was all she needed, this game. She was turned on all over again, the area between her legs slick. She wanted more than his mouth and his fingers. She wanted that cock he’d promised, sliding into her, slow and tortuous, then hot and pounding until they both collapsed from exhaustion.

Her skin heated, her clothes too tight, constricting. She scratched under her neckline and turned to look at Austin over her shoulder.

His eyes were on her, the pale irises catching the light in the stairwell. She walked faster, as much as she could in her heels, and his steps picked up.

It was a game, she knew that. But she liked it, feeling like he was chasing her, that anticipation of his hands on her.

She reached her apartment door and pulled her keys out of her purse. His footsteps stopped and his shadow fell over her door.

She managed to get the keys in the lock and then his body was there, crowding her inside. The door slammed shut behind her and then her back was against the door, his heat at her front.

He palmed the door on either side of her head and ran his nose up the cord on the side of her neck. “You liked that, didn’t you? Me chasing you.”

She didn’t bother answering. He knew her body so well.

He took a hand off the door and settled it at her throat. She brought her hands up and clutched his forearm. He stared at her fingers, where they wrapped around his wrists, nails digging into his skin.

His eyes darkened. “What else does my Evelyn fantasize about?”

Him. He was the subject of her fantasies. She’d never touched herself as much as she had since she met him.

“Tell me,” he whispered.

She swallowed. “Me…bent over the kitchen table, my skirt around my waist and…my ass red because you spanked me.”

His eyes fluttered closed and when he opened them again, he seemed to have trouble focusing. When he spoke again, his voice was husky. “What else?”

“Me, on my knees in the shower. Your cock in my mouth. Your fingers twisted in my wet hair.”

“Christ,” he swore under his breath. He stepped closer now, and his hardness brushed against her hip.

She swallowed. “You, fucking me from behind, like that…GIF. Remember?”

His lips were parted, harsh breaths coming from between them. “Of course I fucking remember.”

She smiled. His eyes watched her mouth.

And then his lips slammed down on hers as he pressed a thigh between her legs. She arched her back and hips off of the wall as he devoured her, that strong hand on her throat keeping her head in place.

She didn’t know what picture she made as she ground herself onto his thigh. She didn’t care. Because she wanted him…needed him. But he kept his hips far enough away that she couldn’t feel what she wanted to feel.

“Austin,” she moaned into his mouth.

He pulled away, his lips wet and swollen. He let go of her throat and stepped back, his gaze trailing down her body and back again. “Bedroom.”

Marley made to step out of her heels but he shook his head. “Leave those on.”

She rolled her lips between her teeth and ducked her head. She walked past him, his intense gaze on her skin like a brand.

He followed her, his steps hard and purposeful. There was that hunted feeling again, the prickle on the back of her neck echoing between her legs.

When they reached her bedroom, she flicked on the light beside her bed and turned to face Austin. He was looking around the room, and when he found her floor length mirror on her wall by her closet, he smiled.

It was an evil smile.

She liked it.

“Go stand in front of the mirror,” he directed, his voice low.

She did as she was told.

“Take off your dress,” he murmured softly.

The zipper was low, so she could reach it herself. She watched him in the mirror, watching her, as she zipped it down her back to the top of her ass. She let it pool at her feet, then stepped out of it and kicked it aside. She stood in front of the mirror now, in her heels, thigh-highs, garter belt, thong, and bra. All black lace.

Just like the GIF. She’d planned that.

Her lips were swollen and her hair was a mess of curls. She had never been a woman to wax on about her appearance in any way. But right now…she felt beautiful, sexy. Wanton.

Movement in the mirror caught her attention. Behind her, Austin took off his suit jacket and folded it neatly, setting it on the bench at the end of her bed. Then he slipped out his cufflinks and set those on her dresser. He rolled up his sleeves to his elbows and unbuttoned his shirt, baring his chest underneath.

Then he stepped out of his shoes and peeled off his socks, stuffing them inside his shoes. Everything was done slowly, meticulously. Probably all meant to drive her crazy and that was okay. It sure as hell
was
driving her crazy.

Only then, when he was barefoot, dress shirt unbuttoned, bulge in his pants, did he meet her gaze in the mirror.

He walked toward her slowly. “How could you think I’d forget that GIF, Marley?”

She swallowed and didn’t answer. He stopped behind her and lowered his eyes. A palm skimmed the top of her bare ass. Her eyes fell shut, then slammed back open as he smacked the top of one ass cheek, and then the other. Each crack was loud in the silent room, startling her. She stumbled on her heels and almost fell, but Austin grabbed her around the throat and hauled her back against his body.

With his other hand, he soothed the sting of his slaps. The calluses on his fingers rasped over her skin and she moaned. He watched her in the mirror. “One day, I’ll put you over my knee”—he smirked—“or the kitchen table, and do that again.”

She squirmed.

“Would you like that?”

She gulped against his hand. “Yes.”

Keeping his one hand at her throat, he pulled down the cups of her bra, so her breasts swung free. He slapped the tips lightly, which tightened her nipples and forced another groan from her throat.

“Are you watching yourself, Marley?” he asked, his moist breath coating her neck. “Are you watching as I enjoy what’s mine?”

She honestly considered shoving her fingers in her panties and rubbing her clit until she came. Jesus, his voice. It was like honey. “Yes, I’m watching.”

He stepped closer, and she could feel his erection at the top of her ass. He ran the back of his fingers down her stomach and then traced the line of her thong below her belly button. “This is what you want, right? This is what you saw on your computer. A man’s hand at your throat? His hand down your panties?”

Not just any man
, she wanted to say.
You
. Before she met Austin, every time she fantasized about that, it had been with a faceless man. It had been all about her, her pleasure. But now, she knew only Austin would do in this scenario. And she wanted to please him.

Instead of saying that, all she did was nod.

His fingers dipped into her thong and then cupped her, his middle finger slipping into her slit. She was still wet from before, still so sensitive. He pulled on her throat, squeezing, so she had to lean back on his shoulder and part her lips to get air. She trusted him, though, to make sure this was safe, to make sure this was good for her. And God it was good. It was amazing. It was perfect, his hand at her throat, squeezing, owning, possessing, while his fingers worked magic below in her wetness.

“Look at yourself,” he rasped, face beside hers.

She opened her eyes to watch his hand go in and out, in and out of her thong.

“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful, Marley,” he said.

She blinked her eyes as the sting of tears began. “Me either.”

His tongue ran along the shell of her ear. “I promised you something if you were good. And oh, my Evelyn, you’ve been so good.”

Marley closed her eyes as he sucked her earlobe into his mouth.

“Do you want my cock, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“In front of this mirror? You bent over, so you can watch as I fuck you?”

“Jesus.” She could already see it—her braced against the mirror, his hands on her hips, his eyes watching where he plunged his cock in and out of her.

Oh God, she wanted that.

“That’s what Marley wants,” he murmured in her ear.

“H-How do you know?”

“I can see it in your face.”

He stepped away from her, his hand falling from her throat, his fingers slipping out of her underwear. She managed to stay on her feet by bracing her hands on the mirror in front of her. He unclasped her bra and slipped it down her arms, and then he helped her step out of her thong. He told her to stay in her garter belt, thigh-highs, and heels. She didn’t object.

He flicked open the button on his pants and pulled down his zipper. She watched as he pulled out his cock, thick and hard, jutting from a base of curly dark hair. He was mostly clothed and she was mostly…not.

And it was so hot.

He tore open a condom wrapper he pulled from his pocket, then slid the condom down his length. He stood square behind her, stroking his cock a couple of times, his gaze on her ass.

“Bend over more. Stick out your ass for me, sweetheart.”

She did, bracing her forearms on the mirror, tilting her ass up so he could see her. On display. His for the taking.

Sure it was a game, but he was controlling it. And she was happy about that. He was quite good at the controls, which buttons to press and in what order. At least, all her buttons.

He stepped closer and gripped her hip. He ran the tip of his cock through her wetness, and she whimpered when he ran it over her clit.

His face was intense, heated. The only indication she had that he’d had enough foreplay was a slight widening of his stance. Because then he gripped her hips and slammed into her.

She cried out, almost hitting her forehead on the mirror. She flexed her arms, bracing herself more solidly. Then a hand wrapped in the curls at her neck, pulling her head back. “Watch us,” he said hoarsely.

That command was what she needed as he pulled out to the tip and plunged back in, then out. His hips slammed into her ass and she arched her back. His balls slapped against her as he began a steady rhythm. His eyes were glued to their connection, watching himself enter her body again and again.

She watched as her breasts jolted beneath her, her lips opened on a silent cry. Her knees shook in her heels. And despite his hold on her hip and hair, she was flying. Her brain shut off and soared because there was only pleasure, and a little bit of pain. And Austin. And
them
. This moment as their bodies joined.