Play the Game

Chapter 10

CHAPTER

TEN

SLOANE

I barely make it five steps into the bedroom before I’m shoved against a wall and the feminine curve of a mouth is directly on mine. Nyx’s hands hold her mask up just enough for her mouth to cover mine, and it’s mere seconds before her tongue invades my mouth, turning me into a melted marshmallow then and there.

Orgasms were nice and all, but somehow, this felt intensely more intimate.

Especially once I hear a moan leave her throat and feel her hands at the back of my neck, forcing us even closer together. I swipe my tongue against hers feverishly, savoring everything the woman in front of me is, aching for her all at once again.

A part of me feels guilty for enjoying this. For missing this, as much as I have. But the other part of me is downright aroused, obsessed, and unbelievably happy.

And it’s the boys' moans—Simon’s moans—I hear through the thin walls that make my brain whisper, shut up and enjoy it.

Finally, Nyx breaks her kiss and lowers her mask back in place, but doesn’t remove her hand from the back of my neck. In fact, she squeezes it again. This time feels like more of a reassurance squeeze, than anything else. “Need to use your safe word, my pretty slut? I’d respect it, I’m checking in. I know this is…a lot.”

I giggle, both in humor and nervousness. “You’re my best friend, Nyx. I wouldn’t let this ruin us.”

“I might.”

“Oh?” I ask, quirking an eyebrow. I don’t buy her bullshit for a singular second.

“You’re just…” she pauses, moving her other hand to wrap around my waist. “You’re perfect. And yes, I think I’ve wanted you for a long time. But you’re still one of my best friends, and now I’m the one who’s scared. I’ve been heartbroken a lot lately, you know.”

I somber quickly. “I know. But this, right now, is good. We’re good.”

She nods. “What about tomorrow?”

“We’ll worry about that when it comes.”

She nods again. “I’m sorry. I came in here ready to fuck the shit out of you again. Not dump my feelings and insecurity on you. I don’t know where this is coming from. It’s like, out of nowhere, I’m in my head—it’s annoying.”

A chuckle escapes me, but an even dirtier idea strikes me at the moment. Something that’ll have us both feeling good—both the center of attention—and something that’s been on my bucket list for a very long time.

I try to play it coy as I run my hand over her waist, pulling her even closer into me. Our breasts rub against each other, nipples pointed and sensitive from the cool piercings, and I moan low in my throat. “I think you need some attention this time.”

She shakes her head. “Nuh-uh. I’m giving you another one. We’re not leaving this room until you’re shaking for me.”

“Oh, I don’t think we’ll have any problems with that, quite frankly. I think you’ve learned in a very short time that I can’t finish unless my clit is stimulated, too. And there’s been something I’ve wanted to try.”

“I’m not following.”

The brat in me forces my eyes to roll. I force it out in one breath. “I want to try scissoring.”

Immediately, her eyes darken. Her hand is on my throat again, squeezing the sides roughly, forcing a gasp out. My legs nearly fold in on themselves as that damned ache returns, and it’s intense. Zero to one thousand, out of nowhere. “God, what a little slut you really are, sweet girl. I was being all vulnerable, worried you’d really want me, and all along, you’re in your head, thinking about rubbing your pretty, wet cunt against mine. So filthy. Aren’t you?”

She releases her grip slightly—just enough to let me talk. “Yes, Mommy,” I whimper. Because fuck, I was vulnerable about everything, too. I had taken today in stride, all the way from Rhodes’ cryptic comments this morning to being ambushed by my literal walking fantasy. But this was truly something to talk about tomorrow.

Right now? I wanted to enjoy the woman before me. And we would deal with the consequences later.

“Go lay on the bed,” she orders hotly. I feel the sting on my ass as I turn away before I fully recognize it, and it forces a blush to mar my cheeks immediately. Though, I do exactly as she says. I even spread my legs against the cool, green satin sheets teasingly, just to give her the full effect of my neediness.

To show her how bad I need this.

She groans deep in her throat, though within seconds, she’s promptly mounted against me, and the moan that leaves my throat as I feel her clit against mine is downright guttural. It’s swollen and aching, forcing me to be hypersensitive, but it’s somehow so good at the exact same time.

So fucking good.

“That’s it, little slut,” Nyx groans as she shifts her hips against mine, fully grinding down on my pussy. “Let Mommy ride you. Feel how badly you’ve made me drip tonight. You like the feeling of my pussy on yours?”

I nod frantically.

I stand corrected. Zero to one million , out of nowhere. But I’m sure as hell not complaining.

“I love it, Mommy,” I groan, equally rolling my hips up towards her. Her resulting eye roll emboldens me, and it’s then I realize I need her to come more than anything else. I need to feel her finish against me. “Mount your little girl. Show me what it’s like to have all your attention.”

She huffs out a laugh, though it’s mixed with a moan. “You’ve always had my attention, darling. All of us. We just weren’t allowed to cross that line.”

Our movements continue, nothing but pants and moans filling the air. I can tell Nyx is close, but something is holding her back. Maybe her own head, or maybe she just needs something to really push her over the edge. Then, an idea hits me.

“Nyx, open my nightstand,” I pant out.

Her movements pause, her body slick and sweaty from the pent up frustration, though she does what I say and leans over me to open the nightstand. I don’t even have to speak for her to put the pieces together, and she moans feverishly as she lunges for the vibrator I have stashed away for Simon and myself. “Fuck yes, little girl. You already know Mommy’s body, huh?”

I giggle, but that quickly turns into a moan with her as she switches the wand on. Right at that moment, my men—our men—walk through the bedroom door. My eyes catch on all three of them as they take in our position. They go from spent, used, and exhausted, to antsy within seconds, and I don’t even bother to hide my smirk.

Rhodes speaks first, though only grips the door frame instead of entering as he starts pumping his thick length. “Go on then. We’ll watch the show.”

Nyx giggles herself this time and positions the buzzing vibrator right between us, forcing both of our heads to fall back immediately. She put it on the highest setting, and immediately, fire licks at my veins.

“Fuck!” I shout, already about to come from the sensation. Sweat builds on my own brow now. “Nyx, please. Please, I need you to come with me.”

She nods intensely, and I’m cursing her for wearing a mask right now. I want to see the expression she makes when she comes.

You will , my brain responds for me.

This isn’t ending tonight.

“C’mon, baby girl. Come for me. Be a filthy slut and fucking come,” she says while looking down at me. Then, she turns, and locks eyes with Simon. She speaks to me, all while staring at him. “Come for your Mommy while your husband watches you fucking shatter.”

And it’s with that, my own eyes locking on Simon’s, full of complete and utter heat, that I shatter. For the third time that night. And Nyx falls apart right there with me, body shaking, moaning loud enough that I’m nearly positive we will wake up to an apartment noise complaint tomorrow morning.