Page 8 of Come Out, Come Out

“Nobody asked you.” I’m embarrassingly at a loss for words.

“Cute.” He scoots his chair closer to the table and turns to face me head-on. “Take the shot already.”

The command laced in his tone sends a flood of heat between my thighs that only worsens as we stare at each other. He’s unfairly pretty and I’m positive he knows it when he runs his tongue across his lower lip without breaking eye contact. I rub my thighs together and pray to any divine entity that he can’t see me shifting beneath the table. I don’t need to give him any ideas. I take the shot, hoping it will also chase away the desperation for his touch that’s starting to take over my mind.

“Should we play a drinking game?” The intruder’s gaze searches the room.

I huff a laugh. “Don’t tell me you’re some kind of frat boy or something.”

“Absolutely fucking not.” He grimaces. “But what else are we going to do, sit here and stare at each other?”

“I mean, you could leave?” I suggest and my stomach protests as my pulse skyrockets.

He simply deadpans and leans forward so his elbows are on the table and his arms are stretched toward mine.My attention is again drawn to the hand tattoo; the web and eye are so detailed they look like someone somehow copied and pasted the real thing to his skin.

Eventually, I give in. “What do you propose we play?” I realize I’m subconsciously mirroring his posture; our fingers are only a few inches away from touching. My pinky twitches and his gaze follows it so briefly I almost miss it.

He smiles widely. “Never have I ever. Each round, the loser has to take something off.” A thick, dark brow raises in challenge.

This fucker. “Wow, how original.” I laugh and a small smile breaks free despite myself. I try to recover my air of indifference by rolling my eyes, but inside, my heart flutters and wetness drips between my thighs.

“Never have I ever fingered myself.”

I scoff. “Fucking cheater. Are you that desperate to see some tits?” I take off my sweatshirt first; at least I still have a bralette on.

He shakes his head and takes another shot.

“Never have I ever broken into a stranger’s house.”

His jaw ticks but he removes his shirt.

My throat dries at the sight of the smooth planes of his body. He’s toned in the way that naturally slim men are. He has abs and pecs, but they aren’t puffed up with layers of bulk.

“Never have I ever,” his eyes pierce through me like a hook in a fish’s mouth, “wanted to fuck someone who broke into my house.”

My mouth pops open, but no sound comes out. I can’t even deny it, I’m soaked. I remove my black joggers, leaving me in just my bra and panties. “Fucker.”

“There we go, progress.” He leans forward, elbows on his knees. “Honesty is good for the soul, love.”

“Never have I ever been so desperate to fuck someone that I make them play an immature drinking game.” I level him a glare, but my smile gives away my poker face.

“Desperate is a strong word, but I’ll let you have this round.” The metal tinkling of his belt being undone has my heart pumping. Maybe I’m the desperate one. His dick is hard when he stands in just his black briefs. He laughs when he catches where my stare has drifted but picks right back up where he left off. “Never have I ever—”

“Fuck it.” I stand and wrap my hand around his neck, bringing his mouth to mine in an urgent, needy kiss. He tastes like spice and danger, and it makes my pussy throb with each swipe of our tongues.

Abruptly he breaks away from me and rounds the table. Determined, he slams us up against the fridge, shaking the bottles inside from the force of it. My legs lift and lock around his narrow waist and my drenched panties are pressed against his stomach.

“I’m no quitter, baby. I play fair and square.” He grinds into me. “Never have I ever wanted a stranger to fuck me roughly ‘til I come so hard I can barely speak.”

All I can hear is my thumping heart and harsh breaths and I try to tamp down my desire. But I can’t. I pull off my lace bralette and the cool air pricks at my hardened nipples.

His hand grips under my chin as he leans back, looking his fill. “I can’t wait to bury my face between those.” He leans forward and grinds into me again. “Your turn, love.”

“Never have I ever, ah—” I’m cut off as he grinds harder, his torso forcefully pressing into my sensitive pussy. “Oh my God, please, just fuck me.”

He pinches my cheeks together painfully, causing tears to spring to my eyes. “Are you forfeiting?”

“Yes.” I force the words out against his hold.

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