Fake Game (The System #3)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

TWENTY-NINE

DEER

I ’m a goner.

Deep, sultry onyx eyes. A gruff yet sexy smile. Smooth skin corded with thick muscles. Strong hands and wicked fingers. Gods, fingers that touch and tease and taunt as they curl inside me.

A hand traces lightly up my thighs, and I arch into the feeling, inhaling the delicious scent of sage and cedarwood floating around me. Four strong fingers grip my ass as the thumb swirls lazily around my hipbone. I swing my leg up, bringing the body closer to me. My pussy brushes against something hard, and I rock into it. The friction between that and the material covering me hits a spot of aching tension that’s been present for days now.

More. I need more.

My hips continue to move, grinding for release. That grip begins to tighten, kneading into my ass. A deep groan reverberates against my chest, and it sends a shiver through my psyche.

“Dreaming about me?”

The words are whispered in my ear, the voice low and gravelly, making me even wetter.

Dammit, why is Jackson’s morning voice that hot?

Wait.

What?

My eyes pop open

Fuck.

FUCK.

“Oh my Gods, I…” My brain fights to piece reality back together as I scramble back. Except my legs are tangled with Jackson’s body, and I just end up hitting myself in the eye with my flailing arms. “Fuck.”

I blink, blurry vision struggling to focus on everything around me.

Hotel. Jackson. Talking. Sleeping. Sex dream.

SEX. DREAM.

I would’ve rather had a nightmare and woken up screaming in his face than this.

“Good morning.”

I will the heat in my cheeks to go down as I attempt to glare at him, which is kind of hard to do because every time I shift, I feel a Gods damn wet patch on my underwear, reminding me of exactly what just happened.

“This is your fault.”

“Oh?” Jackson grins at me with a stupid, sexy smirk. “How, sweetheart?”

“Because you,” I poke his chest with my nail, “haven’t let me orgasm in days, asshole.”

“So, you did listen.”

“Of course I did.”

“Technically, I only said you couldn’t orgasm that night.” He reaches out and twirls a piece of my hair around one of his large fingers. “But for your extra credit, I suppose I can give you a reward .” The word is laced with hot honey that heats up my skin.

“Reward?”

“Mm.” He reaches behind his neck and pulls off his T-shirt, tossing the material aside. “Would you like that?”

“Yeah.” It comes out all breathy as I drink him in, every inch of bare skin. Damn. I want to climb all over this man, touch and lick every inch to claim him as mine.

He shifts in front of me onto his knees and reaches for my hips. He grips and pulls me forward, my knees bunching up before him as I slide down the bed.

Jackson loops his fingers between my shorts and skin. He gives my ass a light tap, and I automatically raise my hips. With a deftness that shouldn’t surprise me, he slips my shorts and panties off in a smooth motion. He nudges my knees, and they fall apart at his touch, laying me open for me.

“You know what, Deer?”

“What?”

“I have to say, I’m quite hungry this morning.” Jackson’s eyes leave my face as he stares down at me, a dangerous grin forming. “And this pussy looks fucking delicious.” He reaches down and runs a finger up my core. “So wet already.” He holds his fingers up to the sliver of light peeking through the curtains before popping them in his mouth and sucking.

My breathing pauses, air trapped in my lungs as I watch the display, unable to deny that it’s just making me wetter.

Shit. I take it back. This is a great way to wake up.

Jackson pushes up and begins to slip off the bed.

I jerk up on my elbows. “Wait.” The word is laced with pure desperation as my eyes plead with him.

“Don’t worry, I’m not leaving. I’m just grabbing a little something.” He leans around the bathroom door, fiddling with something, and I bite my lip.

I probably would’ve gotten on my hands and knees before letting him leave me high and dry again. Well, dry is the exact opposite effect he has on me.

Jackson dips back onto the bed and crawls next to me. I watch as he dangles a long white strip of fabric from his hands—the tie from the bathrobe.

“You said you’d used handcuffs before, right?”

I nod.

“Words are important here, sweetheart.”

“Yes, I’ve used them before.”

He stretches the fabric between both hands. “And what if I tied this like handcuffs? Interested?”

Want churns in my core, fantasies I’ve dreamed of rising to the surface. The closest I’ve successfully gotten to bondage was an ex who used his suit ties to secure me against his headboard and his belts to bind my wrists. A bathrobe belt is definitely new—and a lot closer to the ropes I’ve always wanted to try.

Newfound hunger surges through me, the prospect lighting me up.

“Yes.” I bring my hands forward and brandish them toward him.

He smiles, his eyes lighting up with mischief. “All right, hands behind your back.”

I shift to follow his instructions and watch him as he gets to work, feeling the fabric thread around my wrists.

“If it ever gets too tight or you feel like you want to stop, just say ‘red.’ That will be your safe word.”

“Okay.”

It’s not my preferred safe word, but it would work in a pinch, and I didn’t feel like getting into the details right now. All I want is Jackson to finish what he started the other night.

I glance back and trace his face with my eyes. He has a strong jaw. There’s no sign of any stubble, no moles or beauty marks on his skin, kind of like someone drew him on paper—perfection.

With a final tug, the fabric tightens, and my hands attempt to move on reflex only to be met with resistance. But there’s no panic, just a sense of relief that travels down my chest. I feel secure around Jackson; his domineering aura calms the storm within me and just lets me be present.

This is what I crave—the feeling of safety and being looked after. The ability to find someone I can trust to just take over and let me feel.

“Perfect.” Jackson places a kiss on my jaw as he presses my chest back until I’m propped against the padded headboard.

I follow the way he shifts down on the bed and his hands grip my thighs, spreading me wide. He leans down and blows a stream of cold air against my pussy, causing my body to shiver.

“I love how responsive your body is.” I suck in a breath as his tongue finally traces up my center, coming to rest on my sensitive clit, circling it. “So fucking wet for me.”

“Oh my Gods.”

His tongue dives in and my hips buck off the mattress for a split second before he pushes them back down, keeping me rooted as he eats me out. The sensation is all-consuming, and when he lets go of one of my thighs and replaces his hand on my clit, rubbing rhythmically, I let out a moan.

I feel him smirk briefly before he picks up the pace. My hands pull at the ties as my fingers scrunch out looking for something, anything, to grab onto. The pressure is coiling, squeezing tighter and tighter with every passing second.

My heels dig into the mattress, fighting for purchase as they keep slipping with all my squirming.

The pressure. Everything. It’s too much.

“You can take it.”

I blink down, realizing I must’ve spoken aloud. Jackson looks up at me, and fuck me if the look of him grinning up between my thighs doesn’t almost send me over the edge.

“Next time, I’m going to have to restrain these legs of yours.” His eyes glint with the promise, and then his fingers dip inside me, curling.

“Oh, fuck,” I cry.

“That’s it, baby. Scream for me. Show me how eager my little slut is.”

His other hand continues its ministrations of my clit as he adds another finger inside me, stretching me even further, filling me so completely with him. I can’t stop the gasps that strangle their way out of my throat.

“Yes. Let everyone know how fucking desperate you are for me.”

“Jackson.” I barely get the moan out of my mouth before it’s lost in another gasp.

That coiling building inside me is strangling me, pressing on me and making it hard to even take a full breath. I’ve never felt anything like this before. My hands try to find purchase again, only to drag against the belt binding them. I can’t escape, trapped at his mercy as he keeps pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

And then his fingers hit me just right, pressing that little button that releases the dam, and I tumble, eyes squeezing shut as his name rips from my throat in a crying moan. It feels like the entire well inside my body is emptying as his fingers continue to milk me through the orgasm, like it’s gushing out of me the more he pushes.

“Oh, fuck.” I distantly hear Jackson growl before his fingers pull out, replaced by his mouth.

My body spasms as his tongue licks over my sensitive pussy, and when he nips at my bud, my thighs clamp shut to escape the sensation that is sending me into overdrive.

It’s like my brain is forty thousand feet in the sky, floating with the clouds. Even with how spent I feel, my throat sore and legs a numb mess, I can’t stop myself from saying, “More.”

“What?”

“Jackson, please. Want you.”