A Game Of Love (A Forbidden Game #2)

Chapter 14

Lillianna

“You okay over there?” Toby asks, voice filled with amusement as I shift uncomfortably, my arousal soaking through my damn sleep shorts.

“You damn well know I’m not,” I mutter, shooting him a glare.

When Toby asked what movie I wanted to watch, I just gave him a raised brow because if it came down to me picking the movie, we would be there all night.

So he laughed and said he would pick. He didn’t tell me what movie it was until he pressed play.

He chose 365 Days, a romance thriller about this really hot mafia man. And the things he does to his girl have me all hot and heavy. Like, seriously, I’d die if my guys did those things to me. In both a good and bad way.

I’m not vanilla by any means, not that there's anything wrong with that, but BDSM is something I’ve never thought of. I wonder what it would be like if I let one of them tie me up. To be at their mercy, my body theirs to do with as they...

“Flower,” Toby chuckles, waving his hand in front of my face.

I blink a few times, shaking my head of the dirty thoughts.

“Sorry, what?” I look up at him from where we’re snuggled together, me in the crook of his arm.

He grins down at me devilishly. “What were you just thinking about?”

“Nothing,” I say a little too quickly.

His grin grows. “Come on, Baby Girl.” He shifts his body so he’s able to grab my hips and pull me into his lap so that I’m now sitting with my thighs draped over his. Toby cups my face with his hand, thumb brushing against my cheek. “Don’t lie to me.”

“Fine,” I huff, trying not to show how turned on I am by not only the movie and my dirty thoughts but by the way he’s looking at me right now. Like he can’t bring himself to take his eyes off me. “I was wondering if what they were doing in the movie would be something I’m interested in.”

My cheeks burn as his brows rise. “Really? Huh... and?”

I shrug. “Don’t think the whole thing would be for me, but I do like rough sex. I don’t think I’d enjoy soft and sweet. Maybe slow and deep, but I like feeling out of control, consumed by the moment. I don’t want to get lost in my thoughts, but lost in the things you guys are doing to me. The pleasure you're bringing me. And well, I think I’d be open to having my wrists bound, maybe some handcuffs.”

His eyes grow dark, letting out a curse. “Fucking hell, Lilly,” he groans.

I gasp as he moves me until I’m straddling his lap. I feel his stiff cock under my damp core, feeling the heat of his dick through the thin fabric of my sleep shorts. Shorts that I know are ruined because I don’t have any panties on.

Before we started the movie, I changed into something more comfortable. Okay, comfortability was not exactly what I was going for. More like I wanted his eyes on me to distract him. I was hoping he wouldn’t keep his hands to himself, but he did. The whole damn movie, all he did was rub circles on my arm when I wanted him to rub circles on my clit.

“You want my honest opinion?” I ask, raising a brow.

“On what?” he asks, eyes roaming over me hungrily.

“On how I feel right now, what I’m really thinking.” What I’m about to do is a little bold of me, and maybe with anyone else, I’d feel shy or insecure, but not with Toby. Never with him. I’ve never shied away from speaking my mind with him, so why stop now?

I thought going from best friends to something more would have been a bit of an adjustment, but it hasn’t been. It’s like we’ve been together for years. It feels right and comfortable. Safe.

“I want you to always be honest with me, Lilly,” Toby whispers, running his hands up and down my thighs, sending a shiver through my body.

Feeling bold, I reach up and run my hands through his hair. He groans, eyes fluttering closed as I drag my fingers along his scalp.

“Right now, all I can think about is how I want you inside me,” I murmur. His eyes pop open, nostrils flaring. Grabbing one of his hands that tighten on my thighs, I bring it to my stomach.

Arousal spikes through me as I drag his hand down my belly, over my mound, and under to cup my core. A low growl rumbles in his chest, and I use my free hand to pull my shorts to the side before bringing his fingers to my wet folds.

“Fucking hell, Lilly,” he grunts. “You're dripping.”

I suck in a breath before moaning as he slips two fingers inside me. A wicked smirk takes over his handsome face. “That's right, Flower, moan for me. You’re so fucking sexy.”

My hands reach out, grabbing onto his shoulders. I’m not done with him, but I’ll let him play with me for a little while longer.

His fingers feel so damn good inside me as he thrusts in and out, his thumb finding my clit.

My eyes close, and I hang my head, rocking my hips to grind myself against his hand.

With each thrust of his fingers, he rubs against my sensitive spot, sending spikes of pleasure throughout my body.

“Toby,” I whimper as he works me over, driving his fingers deep, working my clit over so good. Too good.

“Breathe, baby. Just let your body feel it, let go. Cum for me. I want to feel you fucking drip down my hand,” he growls.

His dirty words have my core heating to an inferno level.

“I’m close,” I pant out, not at all surprised with how quick my orgasm is creeping up on me.

“That’s it, Lilly, you’re doing so fucking good. Your greedy pussy is swallowing my fingers.”

Tucking my face into his neck, I try to focus on the feeling, on the impending orgasm just out of reach. I want it. I fucking need it.

His thumb continues to work my clit so perfectly that it only takes a few more swipes, and I’m coming undone.

I bite down on Toby’s shoulder, smothering my cries of pleasure as my pussy clamps down on his fingers. Wave after wave of pleasure hits me as I shatter in his arms.

“Fucking hell, Lilly,” Toby groans as tremors wrack my body. He rubs one hand up and down my back, soothing me, murmuring praises in my ear as my climax reaches its peak.

When I come down from my high, I slump forward in his arms, chest heaving, head spinning, and a dopey smile on my face.

“Do you have any idea just how sexy you are when you cum, baby?” he asks, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.

“Not really,” I say with a laugh. “I’ve never seen myself cum before.”

“Fuck, baby, you’re missing out. I can promise you, as someone who’s had the privilege of not only seeing you shatter but being the one to make you break, it’s hands down the hottest thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of watching,” he responds, voice low and husky, filled with need.

My belly flips at his compliment. Rocking my hips, I sigh as his thick cock presses against my still-sensitive clit.

He hisses, gripping my hips to stop me. “Someone's cunt is a little greedy,” he teases.

Sitting up, I stare at him in his stunning eyes and bite my lip. “Maybe,” I whisper. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I lift my hips up, giving me access to him.

Licking my lips, I pull on the waistband of his sweatpants. My eyes flick down just in time to see his thick length spring free, slapping against his abs.

My breath hitches as my core heats. I want him inside me, fucking need to feel him stretch me.

Reaching down, I wrap my hand around his cock. Toby groans, hips thrusting up into my touch. “Fuck, Lilly. Baby, please.”

“Please, what?” I tease, working him up and down. Gathering the pre cum from his tip with my thumb, I smear it down his shaft, using it as lube.

I continue to tease him, working him over slowly. His grip on my hips tightens as he does his best to hold back. Only thing is, I don’t want him to hold back. I want him to let loose, to get lost in the moment with me. I want him to fuck me, own me, and downright consume me.

Using my other hand, I bring it between my legs and pull my now-soaked sleep shorts to the side again.

“What do you want, Toby?” I ask, bringing the tip of his cock to my dripping entrance.

“You,” he growls, pupils so wide they make his eyes look almost fully black.

My heart pounds in my chest as I lower myself just enough to slip the tip inside.

Shooting my hand out to steady myself against his shoulder, I hold his gaze.

His eyes flick between mine as he licks his lips. “I’ve only ever wanted you, Lilly. It’s always been you.”

Saying all the right words, I’m unable to hold back any longer. I’ve been dreaming about having him inside me again since the locker room.

Letting myself sink all the way down, I whimper as his thick cock stretches me just like I wanted.

“God. Damn it. Lilly,” he growls but doesn’t do anything to take control.

I rock my hips, moving myself on his cock over and over again.

He feels so damn good inside me. We’re a perfect fit.

I start to ride him, faster and faster.

The sounds that leave him urge me on. I want to make him feel good, to give him a safe way to let loose and burn off his excess energy.

His hands shake, his chest rises and falls as he squeezes his eyes shut, almost like he’s in pain.

“Open your eyes, Toby,” I whisper and grab the hem of my shirt.

His eyes blink open just as I toss my shirt to the floor.

“Fuck,” he growls, and then his mouth is on my breast.

I gasp as he sucks my nipple into his mouth, my arms wrapping around his head, holding him there as I start to fuck him faster.

The fire inside me starts to burn brighter. I need more.

“Don’t hold back, Toby,” I moan as he sucks hard before biting down and then soothing the pain away with his tongue. “Never with me.”

With each thrust of my hips, I can feel my arousal dripping down his cock, making a mess between the two of us.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he pants out, releasing my nipple with a pop before giving the other one the same treatment.

A shock of pleasure shoots through me, and my eyes roll back. “F-fuck,” I moan. “You won’t. I trust you, Toby. I know you would never hurt me.”

He releases me again, his wild eyes locked on mine. “You do?”

“I do.” I smile. “Give me your worst, Tobias Munro. I want every side of you.”

“Fuck,” he grunts, surging forward and kissing me so hard my head spins.

He wraps his arms around me, and the next thing I know, we’re on the carpeted floor. Toby pulls out of me long enough to get my shorts and his pants off before he’s covering me with his body again.

“You want to be fucked, Lilly?” He grabs one of my legs and hitches it over his hip before thrusting back into me.

I cry out, back arching off the floor.

“Yeah, you do,” he growls. “I can feel how much this needy little cunt wants me. Wants to be stuffed with my cock. You're such a dirty little slut for me, aren't you, Lilly?”

“Yes!” I sob out as he pounds into me without any mercy. Fuck, this feels amazing.

I feel like I’m high off of him. Every thrust of his hips has the tip of his cock hitting my sweet spot, making my body hum in ecstasy.

“Who’s dirty girl are you, Lilly?” he demands.

“Yours.” I claw at the carpet, my head tossing back and forth as the sounds of our skin slapping together fill the room.

“My what?”

“I’m your dirty girl. Your slut!” I cry out.

“Fucking right you are,” he snarls. “God, this cunt. So fucking tight. You’re so wet for me, Lilly. Fucking dripping down my cock, making such a mess. My messy girl.”

I can’t think straight. Not with the way he’s talking, making everything inside me ready to explode.

“Look at me, Lilly,” he commands. “Look at who’s owning this perfect fucking body.”

Not sure how, but I manage to get my eyes open. He’s a little fuzzy and unfocused. My thoughts are all over the place. I feel helpless, like I know what I want but it’s just out of reach.

“There she is,” he praises. “That’s my girl. My perfect fucking girl.”

“Toby,” I whimper, hands moving to his back. I cling to him as I arch my spine. He moves both my legs to wrap around his waist before leaning forward, holding himself up as he looms over me, fucking me into the floor.

“I got you, baby.” He brushes his lips against my forehead. “I can feel you, Lilly. I can feel your tight pussy quiver around me. You wanna cum again, don’t you?”

“Yes.” I nod frantically, my orgasm building rapidly.

“You wanna be a good girl for me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I answer again; this time, it comes out as a needy whine.

“Then I need that perfect pussy of yours to choke my cock as you cum. Can you do that for me?”

“I’m trying,” I sob. “I’m so close.”

He slips his hand between us, and when his fingers brush against my sensitive clit, I lose it.

My eyes slam shut as my mouth parts, but no sound comes out as my orgasm takes my breath away.

I’m utterly ruined by this man as he continues to fuck me through my release.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashes into me. It’s almost too much; I can hardly catch my breath before another round takes over me.

“That's it, baby. You're doing so good. Taking my cock so well. Breathe for me, Lilly,” he encourages, his voice sounding strained as he brushes some sweaty hair out of my face.

I take in a big inhale, chest heaving with every breath.

My limbs feel like jelly, my body heavy and tired.

“That's it. Good girl. That's my girl. So fucking beautiful,” he says in awe.

He pulls out of me, and I whimper as he flips me over. “What are you doing?” I mumble out.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he chuckles, then I feel him shove something soft under me, propping up my hips.

“I can’t move,” I say sleepily.

“Just lay there, baby. Let me do all the work.” He slaps my ass, making me gasp. My eyes fly open. I move up on my forearms and look behind me just as he thrusts into me.

My body falls forward on a moan.

“Just lay there, Lilly. Take it like a good little whore.”

“Yes,” I moan as he starts to fuck into me.

I fucking love it. I love how unhinged he is for me right now. I’m not glass, I don’t want to be handled with care.

Every intimate moment with these guys, I find out more and more about myself. Like the fact that I have a cum kink, I like it rough, and I’m also into degradation.

There’s something about these sexy, tattooed hockey players owning my body that has me going feral.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “This cunt. This fucking cunt is perfect. Do you know how many times I’ve imagined myself fucking you, Lilly? Owning this tight pussy, making you cum over and over again, and then when I’m done with you, filling you up until you're dripping my release.”

“Do it,” I moan, my body jolting with every slap of his hips against my ass.

His cock is so fucking big that it almost hurts, but the bite of pain mixes with the pleasure and has me flying high.

“You want my cum, Baby Girl? You want me to fill you up?”

“Yes,” I plead.

Toby continues to fuck me hard and fast to the point that I don’t even know what to do with myself.

The sounds coming from him, from me, they're not fucking human. I’m so damn glad that this place is soundproofed because if anyone could hear us, it might sound like someone is getting murdered.

The only thing getting murdered is this pussy, though.

Okay, bad joke but it’s the truth.

“Fuck,” he snarls. “I’m close. I’m so fucking close, Lilly. Cum with me.”

“I can't,” I cry out.

“Yes, you can,” he growls. “One more, Lilly. Cum for me one more time.”

“No,” I sob out. “I can’t. It’s too much.”

“Yes. You. Can,” he bites out with every thrust of his hips.

I cry out as his fingers meet my clit. It’s too much. I’m too sensitive.

I’m a sobbing mess as he works me over, begging him to stop, to keep going. I don’t know what I want, but my body seems to because it surprises me with another orgasm.

I scream his name so loud I lose my voice, and then... I black out.

“Lilly,” Toby’s voice brings me back.

I’m facing up now, Toby’s face hovering over mine.

“Hi,” I rasp out, voice broken.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Fuck, I’m so sorry. I just lost it. You make me fucking crazed–”

“Stop,” I whisper, my hand feeling heavy as I raise it up to cup his face and give him a smile. “I loved it.”

“You did?”

“I think you broke me again.” I laugh. “But I feel good,” I say sleepily. “So good.”

He lets out a breath of relief before picking me up and placing me on the couch.

“I love you,” he whispers against my hair.

“I love you too,” I murmur. “Toby?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I’m sad.”

“Why?”

“Because I passed out before I got to feel you cum inside me.” It’s an odd admission, but I’m sex drunk.

He chuckles. “I can fix that.”

“Yeah?”

I feel him move over me, parting my legs before slipping back inside me. I whimper, my nails digging into his back. “Shhh,” he whispers. “I’ll go slow.”

And he does. Toby makes love to me, slow and deep, until he’s cumming again. His cock pulses inside me, coating my inner walls with ropes of cum, letting out this sexy moan that sparks heat in my belly.

Once we are both spent beyond belief, Toby wraps his arms around me and flips us so that I’m lying on his stomach.

He stays inside me, and I smile against his chest, liking the fact that we’re still connected. His cock is still hard as I start to drift off to sleep, his fingers playing with my hair in a soothing manner.

Part of me hopes he uses me again to get off, to fill me up some more, even if I’m sleeping.

I go to sleep feeling loved, wanted, and fully satisfied.