Page 55 of Wicked Games

“What?”

“You owe me a show,” I say again, keeping my tone light. “You got to enjoy one last night, but I had to cut my fun short this morning because I’m such an upstanding guy.”

He snort-laughs. “Sure, we’ll go with that.”

“You’re being awfully mouthy for someone who crawled into my bed and tried to rub off on me.”

He snaps his mouth closed, but his look is defiant.

Perfect.

“Come on, kitten.”

“Don’t call me that.” He pulls the sheets tighter around him.

“You had no problem when I called you a slut, but you draw the line at kitten?” I arch one eyebrow at him.

He flushes an even deeper red.

“Like I said, I think it’s time you give me what I’m owed.” I lean back on one hand and get comfortable. “Come on, kitten, and give big brother a show. Fair’s fair, right?”

He opens his mouth like he’s about to argue but closes it without saying a word.

I nod at the tent his boner is creating in the sheets. “You can’t tell me you’re not into the idea.”

He looks pointedly at my crotch. “Looks like I’m not the only one.”

“Never said you were.” I grip the sheets and give him a pointed look. “Come on, kitten. You know you want this.”

I’m sure he’s going to tell me to fuck off, but instead he lets go of the sheets.

Slowly, I pull them down, my eyes on his cock as the covers slide over it, revealing it inch by inch until it swings up like a trebuchet, so hard it nearly slaps against his taut stomach.

I take a moment to look at it. I’ve seen dicks before, and played with his last week, but it’s different now that I’m not distracted. It’s also insanely hot knowing that he’s hard because of me and I haven’t even touched him.

He’s long and decently thick, with a flared head and a thatch of neatly trimmed hair at the base. Not huge, but not small either.

“Come on, kitten,” I say, my voice a low rasp. “Show big brother how you touch yourself when you’re alone.”

He swallows, and the resultinggulpis loud in the quiet room. Then he lifts one shaking hand and grips his base.

“There you go,” I murmur, my balls already tight and hugging my body.

He gives himself a slow stroke. A bead of precum appears on his tip, and he spreads it over his head with his thumb to use as lube.

I’ve never really thought about it, but the fact that I can see how into this he is, how much he wants it, is fucking hot. With girls, it’s more of a guessing game and piecing together subtle signs unless you actually feel them getting wet or coming.

Guys can’t hide their reactions or lie about how they’re feeling, and the obviousness of Felix’s arousal is way hotter than it has any business being.

“Come on, kitten,” I urge when he pauses. “Show big brother how you like it.”

Something in Felix’s expression shifts, and I see the same flare I did the moment before he sucked my dick last week. It’s hard to explain, but it’s almost like he’s internally sayingYou want this? Then you’d better hold the fuck on because you’re getting it.

Deliberately, Felix spreads his legs and rolls his hips, pushing his cock through the circle of his fist.

“Yeah, that’s it,” I mutter, barely aware that I’m saying anything at all, and flick my gaze between his face and his dick.

The corner of his mouth tilts up in a smirk, and he starts rocking his hips, fucking his fist in long, slow strokes.

---