Page 6 of sWitch

He stood. “I’ll get it.”

Had my twin logged fifty hours of gameplay yet? I hoped so, because it was going bye-bye the moment we got back.

My situationship huffed and stood, smoothing her pencil skirt. “I need to call and check on the kids.”

My brother was an asshole, my date was annoyed, and I…had two empty seats between me and the girl I actually wanted. That was remedied quickly. I slid in beside Fauna and took a handful of popcorn.

“Want some slushy too?” She offered me her pink lipstick-coated straw.

I raised an eyebrow. “Absolutely.”

She grinned, watching me for a moment too long as her lipstick waxed from the straw to my lips, and blue sugary ice coated my tongue. I’d rather it be her coating my tongue.

We resumed watching the film, and thankfully, my brother and my forced date were taking their sweet time. I leaned over, taking advantage of our closeness and the quiet setting to whisper in her ear, letting the tendrils of her fallen hair tickle my nose. She smelt like strawberry cake. “This movie is sad.”

Fauna licked the coating off a sour gummy worm before plopping it into her mouth.Fuck me. “It’s not sad; it’s bittersweet.”

“Like us.” I let my hand casually brush her thigh as I reached for the bag of candy. “I’m bitter, you’re sweet.”

She huffed a cute laugh. “You’re such a flirt.”

“I’m really not,” I answered. “Not in general, anyway.”

Was I blatantly hitting on my brother’s girlfriend?Yes. Was it wrong? Also yes. Did I care? Eh, not really. He didn’t even seem to like her that much. They had nothing in common; he forgot their date, didn’t buy her snacks—she deserved better. She deserved someone like me, who’d take care of her like the princess she was.

I made to grab more popcorn and accidentally hit the slushy cup, knocking blue, icy liquid right into Fauna’s lap. She gasped, and I immediately apologized. “Shit, I’m so sorry.”

“I can’t seem to stay dry tonight,” she giggled. “It’s okay. I needed a blue skirt.”

Standing, I took off my flannel jacket. “There’s no napkins, and you’re probably freezing. Here, let me clean you up.”

Dropping to kneel in front of her, the air in the empty theater suddenly felt dense as I eased the thin fabric over the tops of her thighs. She wiggled her hips, a sweet flush appearing under her freckles. “Thank you,” she murmured, her knees parting slightly.

I could have stopped, should have stopped, but I slowed my pace and moved forward. “It’s sticky… Needs some more cleaning, or you’ll be sticky the whole way home. I could…lick you clean?”

What sounded like a joke in my head came out as a real proposition as I knelt between my brother’s girlfriend’s legs. Really, she could have smacked me and that would have been a valid response. I wouldn’t have done anything without her consent—well, I mean, aside from cyber-fucking her when she thought she was talking to Trevor.

But that was video game world, not reality. This was real and oh, so forbidden.

Looking over her shoulder, she bit her pink lip in a small grin. “I guess you should clean up the mess you made.”

“Gladly, princess,” I answered, removing the jacket and revealing her sugary thighs. “You sure?” I confirmed again, and she nodded. That’s all I needed, though I couldn’t take my time like I normally would because my brother and mywhateverwould be back at any moment. What would they think if they caught me in a movie theater with my face between my twin’s girlfriend’s thighs?

At that moment, I didn’t fucking care. There was no time to hesitate, no time to let the angel on my shoulder talk me out of it. I was committed to this little side quest.

GAME ON

Directive:Lick the slushy from my brother’s girlfriend’s thighs without getting caught or being too creepy about it.

Remy do not come off like a fucking creep, I swear to god.

I glanced up at her, with her cheeks rosy, lips parted, and put a hand on either knee. “Last shot to tell me to stop,” I warned.

She shook her head. “You made this mess. Clean it up.”

A shot of something hot wove through my system. Look at little miss pinkie-pie, giving out orders like a dom. That was my area of expertise. However, I could be submissive at times too… I needed no other encouragement as I swiped my tongue over her bare upper thigh.

She breathed in harshly, gripping the arms of the theater seat as I continued, getting lost in the taste of her skin. The remnants of sugar were nothing compared to how delicious she tasted. My lips made contact, and I sucked at her as my tongue worked, making good on my mission to clean her up. Did she not think I’d do it? Oh, how I loved to be underestimated.

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