Let's Play A Dirty Ass Game, Mr. CEO

Chapter 55: A NASTY SURPRISE

TRISTAN

Her face was just so easy to read when she was drunk. And fucking attractive.

Of course it was a challenge. But it was nothing close to the effort it took to keep my ass glued to this chair.

All I wanted to do was leap across the table and take her without control, the way my cock ached and throbbed. But this was her game. Her rules, her terms. I would do anything to keep her close. I’d never forgive myself if she slips through my fingers one more time.

I stopped a few steps away from her and jammed my hands in my pockets, watching her carefully. "So, what do you say?"

My cock strained painfully against my pants, and when her eyes dropped to the bulge, she swallowed hard. My gaze quickly dropped to her slender throat to catch every ripple that raced through it.

She took a step forward, painfully slowly, and my blood roared with the need to grab her.

I lifted the glass to my lips and took a sip of the wine instead. I couldn’t do anything foolish. Anything that would push her away. So she had the reins all to herself. All the fucking power, and she was being fucking tyrannical to me. Oppressing the shit out of me with those plump lips and juicy cleavage.

How much I needed to bury myself there and lick until she screams my name. It was a disease.

Her eyes fluttered up to mine as she got close. She had been staring at my cock the entire time.

Fuck. If she kept looking at me like that, I wasn’t sure how long I could trust myself to behave.

"What happens if we break the rules for one night?"

I lifted my shoulders in a careless shrug. "I mean, it’s only the first night. We can make an exception."

She laughed, the sound low and sexy. "Tristan, we really can’t do this." But she did not stop coming towards me. She was just a step away now, and I could feel the heat of her gaze, and the one radiating off her body, like a second skin. It wrapped around me like her sweet, floral cologne and assaulted my senses.

I leaned towards her without thinking. "Do what?"

She licked her lips again, and holding my gaze, she reached for my cock. "This." It took only one stroke of her soft palm down the thick bulge, for my brain to turn to mush, and a feral fire to spread inside me.

"Fuckkk, Laura..." I reached up to grab her close, but she swerved away and frowned at my hand. "Hands to yourself, Mr. Pierce."

My lips pulled into a frustrated smirk. "Yes, ma’am."

Green eyes flared a deeper shade, like the forest at dawn. Fuck, she was so attractive it hurt to just look at her without touching her.

"Now," she put both hands to work, slowly pulling my zipper down. "We’re going to play a little game. We’re going to see how much we want each other, and we’ll see where it goes from there. But you don’t touch me unless I let you. Deal?"

I nod too eagerly, licking my lips. "Deal."

She smirked. Then she dropped her gaze to the bulge and popped the hook off.

This was a fucking surprise because...I didnt think she’d take things this far...yet. I mean, on the first dinner. She impressed me so much I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her until she was breathless.

"So," she pushed my pants down a bit, and my cock sprang free. "I’ll go first. I’ll touch you and see how much you want me."

"Whatever you say, ma’am." My voice was hoarse with desire, and she seemed to shiver ever so slightly at the effect.

She stroked her palm up my length, eyes widening at the girth. It was rock hard, precum leaking from the tip. "See how hard I get for you?" I asked, unable to keep the words in. I had to keep seeking ways to distract myself, or I’d force her to her knees and take my cock into her mouth.

God...I wish she’d get to that part already.

"I’d prefer if you didn’t say another word."

I pressed my lips shut and let her do her thing. She took my cock in her grip and squeezed a little. A moan rested on my lips, and my fingers itched to grab her hair.

Holding my gaze, she brushed her thumb up to my tip and rubbed the precum around in circles. My thighs jerked forward and I reached for her waist.

She let me grasp and hold for only a few seconds. Then she dropped her hands and spun away from me.

"My turn."

"What?" I stood there with a boner, watching her as she slid like a snake to the table. She cleared a portion and perched her ass against the wood. Then she slowly spread her legs, holding her gaze. "Don’t you want to feel how much I want you?"

God. Where did this bold sassy beauty come from? Where has she been all my life?

I went to her without stopping to think about if this was right or wrong. We both wanted this, and it was all that mattered. She wanted my fingers up her thighs and between her legs. I wanted to feel just how much she got turned on for me. I’ve missed that like crazy.

She eased further up the table as I grabbed her thigh with hungry hands. I hiked her dress up, my movements nothing slow like hers.

"Easy," she drawled, eyes sparkling with mischief.

God, this woman was fucking art. A seductress in the highest, subtlest beauty of it.

"I don’t know how to go easy with you." My fingers scraped her skin as they chased the heat in her center.

The moment they brushed against her panties, at the core that pulsed with heat, a moan slipped past her lips.

She watched me with drooped eyes. "Is that it?"

"Easy," it was my turn to tease her. Take back a bit of my power.

I pushed her panties aside and sliped my thumb through, snaking around in blind search of her clit, my eyes locked on hers the entire.

"Fuck, you’re so wet."

A sheen of heat burned in those green eyes as they watched me with awe and stubbornness. "You tend to break rules so easi—ohh, God.." My thumb connected with her clit and rubbed back and forth, slowly. Her eyes rolled back in her head.

I leaned forward and put my lips close to her ear. "Is this confirmation enough, Laura?"