The Winner Takes All (Complete Collection)

18. The Sex Playbook

18

THE SEX PLAYBOOK

Luke

Sex is like football. There are a lot of ways to score, and countless plays to get you to the end zone. Usually in the bedroom, I break out a few solid ones I know I can nail. That’s a deliberate strategy. It keeps me in the hookup state of mind.

Right now though, as my friend fucks my fingers on his king-size bed, I feel like the sex playbook just burst in my brain. My mind is flooded with plays I want to make with this man.

Tanner is naked with his knees up, thighs spread, me between them. Gritting his teeth, he bears down on my fingers while shoving his hands in his hair. He unleashes a strangled, “Fuuuuck.”

A furnace roars inside me. “That’s right. You’re almost there,” I praise, opening him up more.

“Want you. Now,” he rasps out.

“Trust me. I want to give you my cock so badly too,” I tease, then crook my fingers.

“Yesssss,” he moans, grinding down on my hand.

It’s like a dirty dance.

I can barely stand the way I feel right now, like someone shook a bottle of soda inside me, and I’m going to overflow.

I’m trying desperately not to lose my ever-loving mind. But it’s hard. So damn hard with him on the edge like this. As I rub my fingers against his prostate, his thick cock bobs on his stomach, angry, demanding.

He groans, grabbing the sheets.

And I see play after play, sex position after sexier position. All the moves, everything I want to do with him. It’s overwhelming, this spiraling want. I’m turned on and giddy at the same time.

I give all that carnal enthusiasm to him as I play with his ass some more. But he drops the sheets to grip his cock, greedily stroking it. “Can’t wait any longer. Gonna jerk it if you don’t fuck me,” he growls.

My pulse gallops. “No way, baby,” I say, then bat his hand back. “Wait for my dick. You can do it.”

Tanner huffs, a harsh breath. “No. Give it to me now.” He pushes up on his elbows.

I don’t give in. Instead, I make a little come hither gesture with my fingers.

He trembles, then mutters, “Fuck. You.” He slumps down and just fucks my fingers.

My breath stutters as I watch him take over. Just relentlessly grinding down onto me.

I am not in charge after all.

That’s made even more clear when he hisses out, “Get on your fucking back now, Remington.”

Yes, sir.

I ease out my fingers and scramble to lie down. He’s faster than I am, grabbing the condom and lube we left on the bed. As I swipe my fingers across a hand towel, he rips open the protection, then rolls it onto my dick.

And that’s new too.

A guy taking charge of every single detail.

Once the latex is on me, I hold the base of my dick, offering it to him while he slicks me up, then wipes off his hand too.

With a steely focus, Tanner climbs over me, then meets my gaze. His eyes are molten. “Gimme that big dick now,” he commands.

I try not to smile as I hold my cock for him. Really I do. But it’s a futile effort. I’m so fucking excited I can’t stand it. I can’t stay quiet either. “Fuck yes, baby. Take that dick,” I urge.

He’s quiet as he guides the head against his hole. His jaw is tight, his expression tense as he lets me breach him.

I wait for him to make the next move. I wait as patiently as I can while wires trip and circuits overload, and I want to shout this is so good .

On a low, filthy rumble, he sinks down, letting out a satisfied sigh that I want to remember forever.

When his tight body surrounds my shaft completely, I nearly hoot. I can’t shut up. “God, I’m so fucking excited to fuck you,” I say.

Wow.

Is that me?

Do I talk like that during sex?

No. I’ve never said that . I’ve never felt this sort of frenetic rush of sensation. It’s like the end of a big win, when everyone crowds the field, and my body is just popping with adrenaline and joy.

That’s it. I feel joy.

It’s foreign for me to feel this way in bed, so I don’t know why this emotion is bursting in me now.

But I try to go with it. To ride the thrill I feel.

That’s no hardship, especially when he leans forward, pressing his palms on my abs, and says, “But I’m fucking your cock, Luke.”

“You are,” I say with a groan as he works that firm, fine ass up and down in a long, slow tease.

I burn everywhere.

And I can’t look away while he seduces my dick with his sensual moves. The sway of his hips. The rock of his pelvis. The flames in his eyes.

That excitement thrumming in me melts away, becoming something else—something dizzying, something potent. Something I can’t quite name as Tanner owns my body with his skillful moves. While his strong hands have my chest pinned, I’m pretty sure it’s his intensity that has me in his thrall.

I’m aching everywhere as he just rocks, slow and easy, on my dick. That smooth, languid rhythm makes me pant and moan. With a flick of his chin, he says, “This what you wanted from me?”

It’s a direct question. I don’t usually break down sentences into chunks, but this time I do.

He didn’t say this what you wanted ?

He said this what you wanted…from me ?

The raw truth hits me all at once. I didn’t just want this position. I wanted it from him .

Because it’s hot?

Maybe?

Trying to figure out the answer, I stare at his powerful body, his strong muscles flexing and tensing, his gorgeous cock smacking my stomach. Sure, the view is smoldering. Yes, I wanted to watch him ride me.

But when my gaze lands on his face, I keep it there. Cataloging the tightness in his jaw, the parting of his lips, and the desire in his eyes.

Most of all, the way my breath catches as I look at him.

That’s the answer.

I want to see his face.

The realization both relaxes my mind and amps up my body. Curling my fingers tighter around his hips, I grip him, rough. “Yeah, I want this from you ,” I tell him, then I get to work showing him.

I thrust up into him.

“Ahhh,” he grunts out, tossing his head back, the veins in his neck throbbing.

“You like that?”

“Fucking love it,” he answers.

I jerk him back down onto me. And soon, we become a sex machine. Thrusting, rocking, fucking.

It’s a beautiful sight—Tanner Sloan riding my dick as sweat slides down his chest. I love how overheated he gets. How hot his skin is. How messy he looks with his hair all askew.

Our grunts and groans fill his room, along with the slap of flesh, the scent of sweaty sex. The sounds and the smell wind me up. But most of all, it’s the sight of him that has me spinning with lust. Spinning, too, into the next things I see in our sex playbook.

“Get on your back, baby. My turn on top,” I demand, smacking the side of his ass.

With an aggrieved moan, he eases off me, shifting as directed. In no time, he’s lifting his legs for me, and I settle between those muscular thighs and push back in.

His chest heaves as I fill him again. “Yeah, fuck me good, Remy,” he says, then his eyes close and his head sinks back into the pillow.

But that won’t do.

“Watch me,” I bark out. “Watch me fuck you.”

He opens his eyes then pushes up, reaches for my face, and says, “Kiss me.”

A rush of bliss shoots down my back. I’m tingling everywhere as we screw and kiss. Our sex turns frantic, and our kissing becomes messier.

Ravenous, I come in for another hungry kiss as I bury my dick deeper, but he pulls away, pleading with, “Need to come.”

That unbridled excitement I felt earlier reappears, charging through me like a stampede, this thrill I only seem to experience with him.

And I don’t want this to end.

“Soon, baby, soon,” I urge as I slow down and get a hand between us to grip his shaft.

I stroke him but not too fast. “I don’t want this to end,” I tell him.

“Me neither,” he murmurs.

I show him with my body how much I want to keep going, moving, doing.

With languid thrusts, I stay here in this heady moment of fucking my friend, of bringing him to the brink, then making him wait for it.

Making him wait for me.

A twist of my wrist.

A turn of my hand.

Then one more kiss on his gorgeous mouth.

“Come for me now,” I whisper against him, then rise up. Giving him a deep thrust, and a quickened pace of my hand, I stroke his cock till he’s gasping and spilling all over his stomach.

I’m nearly there too, still pumping into him as he shudders. Quickly though, he opens his eyes so he can utter a needy, “On me.”

I want that more than I ever have before. I pull out, rip off the condom, then shuttle my fist over him, gazing at his face the whole damn time as I reach the edge then shoot all over him.

All over us.

Tanner Sloan’s a hot, sticky mess. He’s also the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. Maybe sexier when he takes my hand and presses it to his abs. Together, we spread the evidence of us all over him.