Page 44 of Flipping the Script

“They didn’t see it?” He quirked one eyebrow and dipped the tip of his finger into my slit.

Another spark of pain/pleasure lit me up from the inside. I retaliated by gently tugging on Jesse’s balls and was rewarded with a low groan.

I shook my head, too damn close to use my words.

Something flared in his eyes. Something akin to possession, maybe ownership?

No. That was impossible. This wasn’t about anything more than getting one up on each other. It didn’t mean anything to him.

That thought was enough to shake me out of my stupor and clear some of my arousal so I could string two thoughts together.

Jesse didn’t like me, and he definitely didn’t want to own me or anything ridiculous like that. He wanted exactly what I wanted—to win this fucked-up game of chicken we’d started.

His mouth on mine nearly knocked me right back into my lust-induced haze, but I managed to keep hold of my senses as we matched each other’s strokes, keeping time and working each other in tandem as we kissed, panting into each other’s mouths and biting at each other’s lips.

It felt insanely good, but I refused to give in and let the pleasure take over. He’d already gotten one up on me when I’d told him about my piercing. I wasn’t about to let him do it again.

I’d told him to shock him, but that had epically backfired on me.

Time to win for real.

Letting go of Jesse’s dick, I pushed his hands off mine and dropped to my knees.

A week ago I would have sworn I’d never get on my knees for Jesse, but right now, I wanted nothing more than to rock his world the way he could so easily rock mine.

Jesse’s eyes were like liquid cobalt as he stared down at me, his plump lips parted and his cheeks pink with arousal.

His hair was a mess, his shirt twisted and stretched out, and his dick was so hard it was almost touching his washboard stomach.

I’d done that.

I’d messed up his perfectly coiffed exterior and cracked his ironclad control.

Giving him a chance to say no or push me away, I paused. Our gazes locked as time seemed to almost slow down around us.

When he didn’t protest, I swallowed his length until he was pressing down my throat, his girth stretching my lips. Not giving him a chance to get used to it, I sucked hard and swallowed around his broad head.

“Holy fuck,” he groaned, his thighs shaking.

I moved over him, rolling my tongue against his shaft as I hollowed my cheeks.

“Oh, Jesus. Fuck. Bas.”

The sound of my nickname in his lust-drenched voice was unnerving and shook something loose inside me, but I ignored it and doubled my efforts.

I needed him to come like I needed my next breath.

He pressed his hand against my cheek, the touch gentle, then slid it into my hair. He gripped the strands hard but didn’t pull or try to force me to move.

His cock pulsed against my tongue, and a strangled cry fell from his kiss-swollen lips.

My own cock hung heavy between my legs. Giving in to the moment and how good it felt to have Jesse in my mouth and at my mercy, I worked my dick, stroking myself in time with the blow job I was giving.

“Fuck, Bas.” His head fell back, his neck muscles taut and his chest heaving. “I’m gonna…”

He shifted his hips back like he was trying to pull out of my mouth.

Fuck that.

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