Playing the Game (The Renegades) (Volume 3) by Melody Heck Gatto Page A

and
thrusting back inside made her squeal with delight. Hmm, she
likes that .
    As she took in a deep breath he plunged into her
again and was rewarded with that same sexy squeal. Tyler lifted her
one leg up and hooked it over his shoulder, giving him better
access to her. He plunged deep into her, careful to taste every bit
of her. Then finding her swollen nub he teased it, flicking it with
his tongue.
    She sighed heavily and moaned. “Tyler…”
    Paige was grinding on his face, putting his mouth
exactly where she wanted him. As he sucked at her nub she moaned so
fiercely he knew she was close. He wanted to see her orgasm; he
wanted to feel her explode. Her muscles tightened as he sucked at
her folds. She was almost there. The selfish side of him craved to
feel her come undone on him.
    He paused only long enough to coax her on. “Let go,
baby. Let me feel you.” He returned to her warm folds. Gently
rubbing her clit, he felt her clench around him, and knew it was
time. His hands grasped her ass and pulled her tight to his face,
thrusting his tongue into her he sucked and thrust until she
thrashed against him and came on his lips. Tyler had never
experienced a sweet taste like that before. She was on his lips and
in his senses.
    Unhooking her leg from his shoulder she flopped
backwards onto his bed with a woosh .
    “ Tired?”
    “ Hardly.” She smiled.
    “ Good. Because I’m not done with
you yet.”
    “ Good.” She flashed him a grin that
he found undeniably sexy, or maybe he was still riding the high of
having her come on his face, but at any rate, he was extremely
turned on at her desire for more.
    He wanted to take his time with her, and the only way
that was going to happen was if he slowed things down. His raging
hard-on was likely to explode the second she touched him. Taking a
deep breath, he thought about baseball. He’d heard that worked, but
it didn’t. What exactly am I supposed to be imagining?
Baseballs? Bats? It’s not working! She was laid out in front of
him and all he wanted to do was touch her. Her teeth sunk into her
bottom lip, and he wanted to suck that lip.
    He was painfully hard, and he needed to calm down.
Sliding in beside her, he ran one hand up her bare body. Her skin
was creamy with splotches of pink blush. “You are so beautiful.”
His fingers danced along her skin, causing goosebumps to rise.
    Baseball .
    It wasn’t working. He wanted nothing more than to
plunge into her and make her scream. All in good time. Relax.
Breathe .
    She was still biting her lip, and he wanted to be the
one doing that. Once his lips covered hers, he sucked gently at her
bottom lip before nipping at it, tracing the outline of her mouth
with his tongue. His brain concentrated on nothing but her mouth.
The shape, the softness, and the sweet taste of her soft, supple
lips. Tasting her over and over again wasn’t going to be
enough.
    French kissing had always been his favorite, but this
sensation was so beyond any kiss before it. The way her tongue
danced with his was magic. She nibbled and licked at his lips,
heightening his pleasure. Concentrating on her mouth, he was no
longer focused on his cock. No longer worrying he was going to be
done in sixty seconds, he was back in control of his stick, like
every good captain should be.
    When he moved his lips along her jawline a moan
formed at the back of her throat, only to escape her lips with a
soft breathy sound. “Tyler, I want—”
    “ Not yet baby, not yet.” His hands
trembled as he ran his fingertips down her body, stopping at her
perky nipples. They stood at full attention, waiting for him to
touch them, to suck them. He did just that, taking one in his mouth
and lightly running his fingers over the other before rolling the
dark pink bud between his fingers.
    She arched her back at his touch, letting out a hard
breath. He was pleased with her reactions to him, but he wasn’t
done yet.
    Still keeping the nipple in his mouth, teasing her
with his