Page 101 of A Fool's Game
“Is that one for me?” Gem’s whispered words from beside me bring me back down to earth, and I glance over at where she’s still curled on her side, inches from our bodies but obediently keeping her hands to herself. All over herself.
I open my mouth to answer, but Taylor beats me to it. “Tie her up.”
My head shoots in his direction, where he’s already sliding backwards, further from me. I want to reach out and grab him, but instead I just sit there, unable to form a coherent thought.
“With what?” I finally manage.
“Figure it out.”
He’s standing now, figure shadowy and godlike in the dim moonlight.
I turn back to Gem, who’s waiting obediently. Grabbing the only thing within reach, one of the many pillows on thebed, I strip off the case and twist it into a poor excuse for a rope.
“You ready to pretend?” I whisper conspiratorially to her.
She nods eagerly, holding her hands out.
When Taylor returns, I have Gem bound as well as I can, and we both watch as he climbs back onto the bed, small bottle of lube in hand. I rise to my knees and sit back on my heels as he takes the same position to my left, one of his knees touching one of mine as he fills his palm with the clear gel.
And reaches right between my legs.
The sound that escapes my lips of its own accord is painfully, shamefully eager and I see him crack a smile in the soft darkness as he fists me.
Gem rises with mock struggle to her own knees, completing our triangle in the center of the bed.
“You bounced right back,” Taylor says, giving my erection a playful bob before capturing my tip in his firm grasp once more.
I want to be strong. I want to be manly and in charge and cool and experienced.
But I also suddenly, desperately, want to blush while listening to this man make jokes about my dick for the rest of time.
“I could say the same thing about you,” I manage to quip back.
“Let me,” Gem begs from her place between us in this naked triangle, a ritual of sorts with our three bodies completing the shape.
“What did I tell you?” Taylor asks her gruffly, fisting his own cock with his free hand while continuing to stroke mine.
“No touching the men,” she whispers, eyes locked on his hands as they continue to work both cocks.
“And what do you think that means?” he asks her.
“That you’re going to touch me.”
“Oh, really?” he asks with a huff, quickening his pace and making it very difficult for me to think about anything other than his hand on my body. “You think you’re that lucky?”
Gem nods.
“What do the cards tell you?” he asks her.
“That I’m the luckiest girl on earth.”
The answer earns her another huff as he turns to me. “What do you think, pretty boy?”
“I think…” I want to be cool and play the game, to think of something clever to say, but my mind is failing me. “I should check to see how wet she is,” I manage.
“Hmm,” Taylor proclaims, turning his attention back to Gem. “We left her to take care of herself, and now you want to make sure she did a good job, huh? I think that’s a good idea.”
We all know what the game is here, Gem even better than me. She bites her lip to stifle a moan, clearly not wanting to cause any delay now that she knows she's getting what she wants.
