Page 80 of Vicious Games

I toss my bookbag onto the floor, striding toward the bathroom. Pulling open the side door, I peek into Enzo’s room, half-expecting to find him at his desk.

Of course, he’s not there. He’ssmarterthan me.

He shows up for dinner at seven on the dot, eats, makes some bullshit excuse about spending the night coding, then sneaks out using the tree by his window to meet up with his latest conquest—aka Father Torres.

I have no idea how much progress he’s made seducing the poor bastard. But knowing my twin, he’ll be balls deep inside his prey by the end of the week.

Me? I’m not so lucky.

I’m taking things slow. I have to. Frankie needs time. She can’t be pushed too far, too fast.

Not that I mind. For once, I like taking the scenic route.

Usually, when I hook up with a girl, it’s wham, bam, thank you, ma’am, followed by a quick ‘see ya.’ Half the time, I don’t even remember their names, let alone kiss them for hours on end.

However, with Frankie… I remember everything. Every pant. Every soft moan. Every hooded, uncertain gaze before she gives in. It’s become the way I measure the success of my tutoring.

And fuck if she isn’t an eager student.

Then again, I’m a damn good teacher, if I do say so myself.

In just a few weeks, Frankie went from an inexperienced little nun-to-be to a girl who kisses like she’s starving for it.

But today, she fucking surprised me. She came. Not only came but squirted all over my lap, just from grinding against me. And I almost fucking lost it.

Okay, not almost. I did lose it, coming hard just like she did. But who can blame me? By far, that was the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to me. And I have proof that it was the sexiest thing ever to happen to Frankie, too.

I shove a hand into my pocket, pull out her soaked panties, and bring them to my nose. One deep inhale later, my cock is rock hard.

Fuck me.

I fall onto my bed, pressing the cotton against my face as my free hand slides down my stomach, under the waistband of my gym sweats, my fingers eagerly wrapping themselves around my length.

Jacking off to memories of Frankie has become a nightly ritual, but tonight, I have a trophy—one that smells and tastes like her.

I stroke myself slowly at first, then faster, my grip tightening as I remember the way she moved on me. The way her breath hitched. The way she whimpered my name when she came.

Jesus fuck, Frankie.

With one final, punishing stroke, pleasure crashes over me, my release spilling hot onto my stomach.

I lay there for a moment, chest heaving, panting through the aftershocks.

It’s official. She’s the best fucking aphrodisiac there is.

I never come this fast. But there’s just something about Frankie. Maybe it’s her inexperience that gets me going. Or maybe it’s the challenge of competing with a higher power for her attention. Or maybe… Who the fucks knows? Maybe it’s a little bit of both.

Either way, it’s working for me. No strings attached is a given. That’s just how I roll. And knowing there’s no risk of Frankie catching feelings either only makes this easier.

She’s just… a smoking hot virgin letting me teach her everything filthy that comes to mind. What guy would say no to that?

Still, if she saw me right now, fisting my cock while sucking on her panties… Yeah, that might be a bit too much for someone as innocently inexperienced as Frances O’Malley.

Well, what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her.

With a shit-eating grin, I get up from the bed, carefully stashing my prized possession somewhere where neither Lourdes nor my mother will ever find it. Then, I grab a towel and head into the bathroom to clean myself up.

My phone buzzes just as I’m wiping myself down, Remus’s scowling face flashing across the screen.

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