The Game by Vi Keeland by Vi Keeland

“Oh good. I’m starving.”

“Me too.” I tossed my phone back on the nightstand. “Do you have plans tomorrow?”

She shook her head. “Just some work stuff to catch up on.”

“Think you can do that on a plane?”

“On a plane? Where would I be going?”

“To Oklahoma. Tomorrow night my brother is throwing a surprise party for his girlfriend.”

“Oh, that’s right. He’s going to propose at the party, right?”

I nodded. “I’m flying out in the early afternoon.”

“His team is playing San Francisco tomorrow at one, right? I’m surprised he’s having a party on a game day.”

“Lara will be, too. That’s why he picked Sunday night. She’d never expect him to plan anything on a game day. According to him, she has no clue the party or the proposal are coming.”

Bella smiled. “That’s exciting.”

“So you’ll come?”

She seemed to debate for a moment. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea, considering our professional relationship. I know we haven’t talked about it, but maybe we should keep our relationship private.”

Unlike her, I didn’t have to debate shit. I sat up. “No.”

Bella’s forehead creased. “What do you mean no?”

“I’m not hiding who you are to me. What are we supposed to do, stay inside all the time?”

She flirted a smile. “I can think of worse things.”

I got up from the bed and pulled my underwear on, since it’s difficult to stand your position with your limp dick out. “We’re not just fucking, Bella.”

“I know. That’s not what this is about.” She got up on her knees on the edge of the bed and locked eyes with me. “It’s really not. This is about my struggle to get people to treat me professionally within the Bruins organization. It’s all still so new, and I don’t need gossip to derail whatever progress I’ve made. People are already talking about us from the Post picture.”

I looked into her eyes. She was telling the truth. Which, of course, made me give in. “Fine. We’ll keep things private…for now. But there’s no reason you can’t come with me to the party. I can’t risk missing practice on Monday morning, so I’m flying private, not commercial, and coming back the same night. And the party isn’t that big, just some close friends and family. I’ll make sure everyone knows to keep their mouths shut about us.”

She still didn’t look convinced, but she nodded. “Okay.”

I smiled. “That’s my girl.”

She reached out and ran her fingernail along the outline of my cock through my underwear. “Thank you for being understanding about the rest.”

“You might want to keep your hands to yourself, or we’ll miss eating again.”

Bella sucked that pouty bottom lip into her mouth. “How long do we have until the food comes?”

“The app said thirty minutes.”

“Plenty of time to make you come before the food does.” She leaned forward and took hold of my hips, then pressed her mouth to the head of my cock through my underwear, dropping a sweet kiss.

Oh fuck. I hardened the rest of the way. “Thought you were afraid of doing that.”

“I’m feeling brave and want to show you my appreciation for understanding why I want to keep things quiet.” She pulled my boxer briefs down to my thighs and looked up from under her lashes. “Will you feed it to me slow?”

Feed it to me.

Fuck me.

A man could be eighty and need Viagra to get a hard-on, but when a woman tells you to feed her your cock, we all turn to steel.

I swallowed and nodded, unable to form words.

Bella wrapped her hand around my dick and her pretty pink tongue peeked out, licking the precum off the top of my head. She looked up, showing it to me on her tongue before closing her mouth and her eyes and offering a sated smile.

I immediately envisioned spurting all over that inviting tongue.

Slow.

Fucking slow.

Tell that to my heart, which was already going nuts in my chest.

She opened her eyes again, made sure I was watching, and took me into her hot little mouth. Her fingers wrapped around the base, and she kept sliding down until she reached her hand. Then she pulled back, flattening her tongue along the underside as she made her way to the tip. Bella looked up at me again, her eyes sparkling as she took my hand and placed it on the back of her head. My fingers curled into her hair, and she didn’t have to guide me to add the other hand. She went back to work, bobbing up and down, pumping me with her hand as she sucked my cock. But her motions were too slow for the way I was feeling. So I balled a wad of hair in each hand and took over the rhythm, going faster and deeper, until I was fully fucking her face.

Before long, I felt the rush coming. My balls drew tight, my limbs started to tingle, and I quickly realized the point of no return was coming faster than usual. So I forced myself to let go of her head and tried to pull back, but Bella had my hips gripped tightly.

“Babe…” My voice strained. “I’m gonna… You gotta move.”

Bella’s response was to look up at me again, let me know she’d heard, and suck me in even deeper.

Oh fuck. She’s going to let me come down her throat.