Changing His Game (Entangled Brazen) (Gamers) by Megan Erickson Page B

thong is off and I’m staring at my present. I’m staring at my feast.”
    She gasped and said some words that didn’t sound like English.
    Austin swiped his thumb over his slit, gathering a drop of pre-cum, and then began to stroke his cock. “I’m shoving my head between your thighs. And I’m taking one, long lick.”
    She groaned.
    “And now, Marley, now, I’m feasting. I can taste you on my tongue. I’m holding onto your hips while you grind yourself on my mouth. You’re all over my face, and I’m working you with my tongue and lips.”
    “Oh my God.”
    Austin moved his hand faster. He’d brought her to orgasm three times now. He knew what she sounded like when she was close, the way her voice rose. “Touch yourself. Put two fingers inside your pussy. Imagine it’s my tongue. And rub that clit with your thumb. Do it, Marley.”
    “Oh fuck,” she said, her breath coming in pants now.
    “Tell me.”
    “I’m so wet, and I’m so close.”
    He could feel it too, his balls tightening up, wanting, needing to release. “Come for me, I’ll lap it all up, sweetheart. Come in my mouth.”
    There was no sound, just silence, and then her voice broke through, a loud curse and then his name, “Auuuustin. Oh God !”
    That was all he needed, his name from her lips in the throes of an orgasm. He came with a whispered curse, his hand working his cock as he shot all over his pants and stomach.
    He was slumped in his chair, covered in his release, panting into the phone while Marley made small gasps on the other end.
    He should hang up, before he did something crazy, like propose. He imagined her lying on her couch, beautiful breasts rising and falling, bare ass exposed, curls a mess. If he was there, he’d lay behind her, one hand on a breast, the other possessively cupping her wet, sensitive skin between her legs. He’d dip a finger in her folds while she squirmed, and he’d leave it there, keeping that connection.
    Yeah, he needed to get off the phone. He opened his mouth, unsure what to say now that the urgent need to come had evaporated. He’d never had phone sex before. Was there etiquette?
    Marley shifted on the other end and when she spoke, her voice was soft and a little slurred. “Thanks for that chance.”
    And then she hung up. The silence on the other line was deafening in Austin’s ear.

    The next day, Austin found himself cornered in Grant’s kitchen by Sydney. He’d borrowed Grant’s wet vac a couple of weeks ago and finally got around to returning it. Or maybe he just wanted out of his house, because being alone with thoughts of Marley was driving him insane.
    But he hadn’t counted on the tenacity of a teenage girl.
    “So, do you have a date lined up this month yet?” She tore a piece off of her muffin, which smelled delicious, and stuffed it into her mouth. She’d informed him she’d made cranberry-orange muffins, but he didn’t get one until he coughed up details about his love life.
    The girl was pure evil.
    “I do not.” He wasn’t going to kowtow to her.
    She stuck out her lower lip, and his resolve began to crack. God, he was weak. Over a pout and a muffin.
    He clenched his jaw. “I have a solid lead, though.”
    Sydney rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe you just spoke of a possible date as a ‘solid lead.’”
    “It’s an accurate description of the situation,” he explained, as his gaze darted to the pan of muffins.
    “Nuh-uh-uh,” Sydney said. “You didn’t earn your muffin.”
    Austin narrowed his eyes. “I don’t like you.”
    Grant walked in to the kitchen, in his normal Sunday attire of cutoff sweatpants and an old college T-shirt with a huge hole in the left armpit. He picked a muffin off the tray and shoved half of it into his mouth, chewing as crumbs fell to the floor.
    Austin salivated.
    Sydney raised an eyebrow.
    Grant frowned and brushed some crumbs off of his chest.
    After the phone call last night, Austin had spent a lot of time pacing. He wanted