Page 15 of Wicked Games We Play

Noah: Mine.

Noah: Anything in particular you’re craving, or just Italian in general?

Me: Where were you thinking of ordering from?

Noah: Gemelli’s

A smile pulled at my lips, and my stomach rumbled at just the sight of that last message. Gemelli’s was absolutely delicious. It was owned by two brothers and had already earned a Michelin star, despite only being open for a little over a year. I had eaten there once before and was eager to try it again. Leaving Noah on read, I took a minute to pull up their menu from my phone, browsing the choices. It took me less than a minute to spot gnocchi with Alfredo on their menu, and I knew without a doubt that’s what I would be getting. With a side Caesar salad. As my eyes continued to drift over the menu, I landed on a parmesan risotto dish with Italian sausage, and an idea sparked.

Me: Actually, I heard they have really good sausage, and I’ve been dying to taste it.

The three dots instantly appeared, then disappeared. I bit my cheek, laughing at myself. Noah was going to laugh his ass off or turn it into something sexual. My hope was for the latter. My heart fluttered when the dots reappeared at the bottom of the screen.

Noah: If it’s sausage you want, I can assure you that I have one that is much bigger and much tastier than anything you could ever order off the menu.

Game. On.

Me: I have a really big appetite, Noah. I’m not sure you could satiate it.

Noah: Trust me, Flower. You’ll be stuffed.

Me: I hope you can find something that will satisfy your hunger too. What on the menu sounds good to you?

Noah: What I want isn’t on the menu. I’m more in the mood for dessert.

Me: Gelato?

Noah: What I want tends to be warmer than that.

Me: Tiramisu?

Noah: Rhymes with it.

A bubble of laughter exploded past my lips. The man had jokes, and they were pretty funny. All jokes aside, arousal floated through me and made me squirm in my seat. My thoughts drifted to a few nights ago. Would he play along if I turned the tables?

Me: Are you hard, Noah?

My stomach dipped, unsure of who this side of me was. I had always been more reserved, or at least I had been over the last decade. I was more outgoing in high school. That girl was way more fun, carefree, and confident. I missed her.

Noah: There is never a time that I’m not hard when I am thinking about you.

Noah: So yes, Lily, I am hard right now. Does that excite you?

My pussy clenched in response.Down girl.

Me: Yes.

Noah: Touch yourself.

Dammit, I was supposed to be toying with him, and here he was flipping the tables so easily. It was time for bold Lily to come out and play. I could be commanding, too. I think.

Me: We’re not talking about me.

Me: I want you to touch your dick. Pretend it's my hand around you.

I smiled to myself triumphantly.Welcome back, fun Lily.

Noah: I’d rather it be your lips around my cock, but okay, Flower, I’ll bite. It’s your hand curled around my rock hard cock right now. Now what?

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