Page 90 of Rebel Romeo

“But there’s a catch,” I added. “Any question I ask you, you have to answer no.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s part of the game.” And because it will keep me honest.

A spark of excitement lit up her eyes, and I couldn’t help but chuckle as she nodded her head. “Okay. No it is. But only if you only answer yes to my questions."

Fuck. Me.

"Fine." I knew the moment I agreed, I had just fucked myself over.

In a swift movement, she lifted her tank top over head, revealing her breasts to me for the first time.

I wasn’t ready.

I wasn’t fucking ready. All words, all thoughts, sputtered to a stop as I stared at her perfect tits. Small. Pert. Perfectly round with tiny sharp pink nipples that begged for my mouth.

My mouth watered, cock growing somehow, impossibly even harder within my pants.

"Can I remove your panties for you?" I croaked, wording my question carefully with our game.

The little smile on her mouth flicked higher. "No," she whispered. Even though I knew that was going to be her answer, designed it to be her answer, I still groaned as though in pain with the single two-letter word.

She moved in a graceful line across the bedspread towards the center before lying down on her back and taking hold of both the waistband of her skirt and the elastic waist of her panties. Slowly, with gentle movements that left me practically panting in anticipation, she inched them lower and lower until they dropped off the edge of the bed, leaving her there, fully naked; a feast, set on the table, teasing me to come have a taste, but knowing that all I could do was look despite the hunger aching inside of me.

Her eyes never left mine as she spread herself out before me like an offering; every inch of her exposed body radiating heat and desire.

She had no idea. No fucking idea how utterly sexy she was. From the tips of her fluttering eyelashes down to her trembling knees, she was sheer perfection.

The room filled with the soft sound of our simultaneous gasp as electricity seemed to arc between us like a lightning strike—nothing compared to the heat radiating off both our bodies when combined into one perfect contact point beneath me on that bed.

Her smooth pink lips were wet and glistening, and her swollen clit looked like the sweetest candy that I wanted to draw into my mouth and suck.

"Can you touch yourself?" Katherine asked, a glint in her eyes.

Shit. I can't say no. "Yes," I managed to say before palming my dick through the fabric of my pants, squeezing and stroking. But it clearly wasn't enough for her.

"No, pull it out. I want to see it," she demanded with a shake of her head.

I muttered a curse, but this was the game I'd signed up for. I have to say yes. She has to say no. I unzipped my pants and my cock fell heavy and thick into my palm. "Yes."

Katherine gasped, her eyes locked on my fisted dick, precum leaking and glistening in the low light of the dark room. "Have you ever touched a dick before?" I asked, fully knowing her answer already.

"No."

"Have you ever seen one before?"

"Only in pictures online."

"Do you want to touch mine?" I pump my cock hard, squeezing at the tip.

Katherine whimpered, her mouth pressing together. She wanted to say yes... but she agreed to only answer no. I smile in triumph... even when I win, I fucking lose at this game.

"Katherine," I said again. "Do you want to touch it?"

Her eyes lifted to mine. "You're really going to make me lie?"

"You're an actress. Consider it an exercise," I challenged her. "Do. You. Want. To. Touch. My. Dick."

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