Page 23 of sWitch

The pinball machine clanked and whirled, flashing yellow lights as the ball hit its targets. My hands stayed fixed around hers, and her little ass pressed into my hips. I licked her ear, letting my barbell tongue ring click against her pearl earring. “We’re playing a game.”

“A dangerous game,” she whispered as she lost control of the pinball, letting it fall into the pit.LOSERblinked across the pixelated banner board.

The old pinball machine asked in a mechanical tone. “DO YOU WANT TO PLAY?”

“Well?” I murmured in my brother’s girlfriend’s ear, thrusting my pelvis against her ass. “Do you want to play?”

“Remy,” she breathed. “Yes.”

Dropping her hands, I grabbed her hips and spun her around, pinning her to the pinball machine. Her eyes were hooded with desire, and those sweet pink lips parted. I gripped her chin and dropped my mouth to hers in a long, claiming kiss. Her little moan fluttered into my mouth as my double snakebite hoops pricked her lower lip.

The moment I wove my tongue into her mouth, letting the barbell surprise a gasp from her throat, I picked her up and sat her on the edge of the wide, slanted machine.

LET’S PLAY! the game chimed beneath her.

Her soft kiss intensified into a hungry, passionate need as her teeth tugged my silver hoops. Fauna’s tongue flicked against the metal ball in the center of my tongue, and I groaned into her. My palms swiftly found her thighs and inched up her hips, finding her panties and pulling them down. She kicked one footout, letting the lacy pink panties dangle like an anklet around her platform sneakers.

“How much can I play with?” I asked huskily as she wrapped her arms around my neck. “Because I’ll fucking take it all, Fauna.”

She pulled back slightly before a small smile bloomed across her features, and she kissed me again. This time, she caught my barbell between her lips and tugged gently before releasing me. “This. I want to feel this.”

A surprised but proud smirk answered her. “Where? Use your words, princess.”

I knew where, fantasized about it often, but I wanted to hear the dirty words uttered just for me from that delicate little mouth.

A gorgeous rosy flush appeared beneath her freckles and sparkle makeup. “My pussy, please.”

“Please who?”

She bit her lip. “Please, daddy? Lick my pussy with your snake tongue and piercings?”

My growl was involuntary as I dropped to kneel and spread her knees. I thumbed the outside of her pussy lips, admiring the way my hand tattoos looked against her tuft of hair. Spreading her for me, her hips wiggled in anticipation. “So eager for me, aren’t you, princess?”

“It’s all I think about,” she confessed in a breathy whimper.

Me. I was all she thought about. Not my sibling, not some dude-bro—me. I ran the bridge of my nose down her center, taking in the smell of her. She may have been spread out on a vintage pinball machine in the middle of a mall arcade, but fuck, if I wasn’t going to take my time and soak in every sensation of her. Her peachy smell, the music of her moans, her skin like silk…now all I needed was a taste.

The tip of my tongue circled her entrance, finding her wet and wanting. She moaned and wiggled her hips. I cupped her ass with my hands, holding her firmly in place as I lapped up her flavor. Her fingers tangled in my hair as the pinball machine flashed its lights. She was the game now, I was the player, and I’d be damned if I didn’t complete this mission and win everything she had to offer.

“Remy, don’t stop,” she whimpered, tugging at my hair, pushing me closer. Fauna needed me as much as I needed her. This tender, passionate, genuine girl needed her tough, hard, and heavy protector. I’d always protect her—Fauna was mine. I didn’t care whose arm she was on at soccer games; Fauna’s cunt was shivering beneathmykiss, her body writhing atmytouch. She was my girl. She had to be my girl.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, swiping my whole tongue against her dripping pussy. Her moan echoed through the arcade. “Oh, you like that, huh?” I trailed up her slit and pinched her clit with my clipped snake tongue, massaging it with its perfect triangle.

“Remy,” she cried out, thrusting against my face.

“Fauna,” I murmured gruffly, finally giving her the cool glide of the piercings she’d asked for. In a swift movement, the ball of my barbell rolled along her clit, encircling her, pressing the metal firmly over all of her most precious sensations.

The pinball machine whirled—WINNER, WINNER—as Fauna cried out over the gaming chimes. Her orgasm fluttered against my tastebuds, and I groaned into every movement of her sweet body.

Her fingers combed through my hair as she sat up on her elbows and peered down out me. “That was?—“

I stood, leaning between her thighs and catching her gasp on my lips. “It’s cute you think it’s over. Do you take me for some one-and-done jock? I’m not finished yet, princess.”

Our kiss turned passionate as her tongue lapped mine. We knew the jock I was referring to. I should have felt guilt at tongue fucking his girlfriend, never should have let it get this far. This was technically very immoral and wrong—but I was okay with that. For Fauna Belrose, I’d be all sorts of wrong. She was worth the risk; moments of closeness with her were worth the pain that discovering us could bring. It was worth it to me, at least. Was it worth it to her? There were so many questions I should have been asking, things to clarify and set right— but instead of doing the sensible thing and having a conversation, I found myself reaching into my back pocket before easing my palm up her skirt.

My smirk spread against her mouth as I nudged the wooden object against her opening. She pulled back from my kiss as her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You can’t be serious?” She giggled, hooking her hands into my sports bra straps and holding me close—like she was afraid I’d pull away.Not a chance.

“Want to see just how good I am with my drumsticks?” I asked, twirling the stick between my fingers. Her hips rocked forward, and she sighed into my neck, making me chuckle. “Is that a yes?”

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