Changing His Game by Justine Elvira Page A

his neck; I feel his hard chest under my fingertips and his firm abs flex at my touch. I drag my hand all the way down to the top of his jeans that are secured on his waist with his belt. My hand goes past his belt and rubs gently at the outline of his hard cock through his jeans.
    "Fuck, babe, that feels incredible."
    I never thought I'd get this reaction from him. He's literally an expert at sex and I can't bring much to the bedroom. He's had so many different women and fucked them in every way imaginable, but he wants me. Right now he wants me. I'm creating this reaction from him.
    This isn't normally like me. I'm never this forward with a guy, but in my blurry thoughts all I can think about is being with Jared. I bring my hand back up to his belt and start to undo the buckle as his lips move to suck on my neck. The sensation of his lips turns my nipples hard. I get the buckle undone and move to unbutton his pants when Jared stops me.
    "Not here," he says huskily and lets go of me.
    I start to giggle uncontrollably, a side effect of the alcohol I'm sure. Jared finishes fastening his belt, but I'm drawn to the little amount of skin he has exposed on his tan abs. It's glistening with a thin layer of sweat and I have the urge to get down on my knees and lick it off. The thought makes me laugh even harder.
    "What's so funny?" He asks me when he finishes putting himself together.
    "I want to lick your sweat," I slur.
    "Excuse me? How drunk are you?" He asks confused.
    "I'm not that drunk," I slur. "I want to get down on my knees and lick every drop of sweat off you stomach. Then I want to unfasten your pants and taste the metal of your piercing. I want to suck it and see how far I can get it down my throat."
    "Fuck," Jared groans. "You're killing me, Billy."
    He grabs me and pulls me into his chest.
    "We need to get out of here," he groans and kisses the side of my mouth. "I'm going to get you home and take you up on that offer right before I fuck you silly."
    His words have me so turned on and I nod my head in excitement.
    His lips crash back down onto mine as he kisses me urgently before releasing my lips. "Let's go."
    I follow him out of the club and I watch as he hails a cab. Jared barely gets out his address to the cab driver before we are mauling each other in the back seat. Hands and limbs fly everywhere. He grabs my breasts and squeezes them, making my nipples tingle in thanks, as his tongue licks a trail from the mounds of my breasts to my mouth. He reaches my bottom lip and bites down, sucking my skin into his mouth. I groan, my body not being able to take much more.
    "Please..." I beg, moving my hand back to the front of his jeans.
    "Not in the cab, Autumn."
    I'm completely buzzed, but I realize he called me Autumn. He rarely calls me Autumn so I know he's serious. Jared pulls away from me and sits down on the other end of the back seat. He reaches for my hand and entwines our fingers, but this is the only physical contact between us.
    "Jared?" I ask confused. I wonder if I did something wrong.
    "We need to calm down, otherwise I'm going to end up fucking you in the back of this cab, giving the driver a lot more of a show than he intended.”
    His breathing is uneven and I can still see the shape of his erection through his jeans.
    From the front seat of the cab I hear the driver mumble, "I don't mind."
    This gets my attention. I have no intention of making my sex life public. Jared might be okay with it, but sex is not a spectator sport to me. We sit in silence the rest of the drive home. I'm trying to get my body to calm down, but every time I glance at Jared my libido goes wild.
    We drive through the gates of his neighborhood and pull up to the front of his house. Jared tosses a hundred dollar bill at the driver as we exit the back of the cab and make our way to the front door. Jared fumbles with the keys before finding the right one and opens the door. I'm tripping over my own two feet on my way inside. He barely