He rubs his hands together eagerly. “No time limit on the f**king?” Dropping his hand on top of the deck, he waits anxiously for my response with a raised brow.

“No, but I would like to play a little before we get completely lost in each other, so I’m hoping neither one of us draws one for at least a couple turns.”

He looks like he is about to respond but quickly shakes his head as he picks up a card. I dance in my seat as he shows it to me. “Diamonds are what again?”

“Oral.” I lean back in my chair and spread my legs as he amusingly kneels down in front of me. He looks just as enthusiastic about this as I am.

“Count it out,” he says, slipping off my panties and tucking them into his pants pocket.

“I will be getting those back before I leave,” I state, praying that he’ll actually refuse me.

“Good luck with that.” Burying his head between my legs, I wait to start the count until I feel the first lick.

“Ohwow. One, two, threeeee.” He sits up and licks his lips as I reach the end of my count. “Stupid. I should have removed all cards with numerical values less than ten.”

“You should have. Three seconds between your legs is not nearly enough time for me.”

Picking my card, I stand up and walk behind him as I drop it into his lap. “Count please,” I say as I begin massaging his upper back and shoulders.

“Mmmm One, two, three, four, five…” His numbers trail off as I rub down his arms, digging into his muscles and offering the perfect amount of pressure. I will never get tired of touching him. He’s extremely responsive to every little movement of my hands. I move around front and take my seat, pulling his hands into mine and kneading his palms with my thumbs. “Ten.” Slowly opening his eyes, he looks at me, completely relaxed and borderline sleepy. “I love it when you do that.”

I kiss each palm before I drop them. “I know you do, and I love doing it. You look so freaking cute when you’re relaxed like that.”

He picks his card and quickly sticks it back into the middle of the deck.

“Hey. What was that?” I ask through a laugh, trying to grab the deck as he brushes my hands away.

“Something that I’m not ready for yet. Back off, Sparks.” Drawing another card, he flicks it at me and it lands on my dress face up. “Hands?”

I nod through a closed lipped grin. Reaching out and pulling me into his lap in one quick motion, my back against his chest, his fingers run up the inside of my thigh and between my legs. “Reese.” I let my head roll back against his.

“Count, love.” He slips two fingers inside me and begins rubbing my spot with his thumb in his perfect rhythm.

I swallow loudly. “One, two, Jesus Christ, three, six, Reese.” He laughs into my ear and slowly pulls out as I groan in protest. “I f**king hate this game. We should have just played strip poker.” I cross my arms over my chest after reclaiming my seat.

He quickly sucks on his fingers before he picks another card and hands it to me. “I like it.”

I snatch the card away from him and glance at it quickly, smiling at myself. “Not for long. You’re about to hate this game as much as I do, Carroll.” Turning the card in my hand, I reveal the four of diamonds. “Pull it out, I don’t have all night.”

His eyes widen as he reaches into his pants and pulls out his cock, holding it at the base. He’s impossibly hard already as I kneel between his legs. Leaning in and planting a kiss on the head, I hear his breathing quicken at the anticipation.

“Count please,” I say before taking him in as far as I can. I moan against his skin and feel the muscles of his lower body tense.

“FUCK, one, two, Dylan, oh God, please don’t stop at---”

“Four,” I say as I give one last kiss to the head and sit back into my chair.

“Fuck this game,” he grunts and pulls me onto my feet, turning me around so that I’m facing the table, his chest to my back. “I want this dress off.”

Reaching down with shaking hands, I grab the bottom of my dress and pull it over my head in one quick motion, leaving me standing completely naked. His hands reach around and cup my bare br**sts, pulling at my ni**les as I arch into his grip.

“I need you.”

“God, Dylan. Do you have any f**king clue what you’re doing to me?” His voice is strained and his breath is hot against my hair. One hand leaves my breast and grips my hip and I feel him between my legs, positioning himself at my entrance. I’m completely soaked and ready for him but he doesn’t enter me. Placing my palms flat on the table, I lean forward and feel his mouth on my back, his tongue and lips caressing the skin on my spine. My elbows are shaking and I can barely hold myself still.

“Reese, please.” I need him in me and wiggle against him, feeling his hitched breath against my back. His hand that is holding my breast runs down my taunt stomach and rests between my legs.

“You’re all I think about,” he whispers so softly that I barely hear it over my panting. But I definitely hear it. His thumb begins moving against my clit as he rubs against my entrance with his erection. “Dylan.”

“You’re all I think about too.” I drop my head down, somehow feeling even more exposed than just being naked in front of him. His hand grips the back of my neck and rolls me forward; giving him the angle he needs to push into me. We cry out together at that first drive and he starts moving, harder and harder, faster against me with such force that I think I might snap in half. Both hands move to my hips and pull me against him, allowing himself deeper entry and hitting every nerve in my body.