Page 58 of Hide and Seek
The corner of his lips ticks up as he tries to hide his smile. “You don’t sound mad about it.”
“Let’s just say I don’t mind mouthy.” I let my voice drop so there’s a slight rumble to it. “Especially when that mouth is as good at sucking dick as yours.”
He flushes bright pink. “This is so messed up,” he whispers in a breathy voice.
“It is,” I agree.
“But is this something you do a lot?” he asks, his eyes clouding over with something I can’t read. “Stalk people?”
“No.”
“No?” he asks hopefully.
“I observe people when I need to, but you’re the first person who’s ever figured out that they’re being watched. And the only one who’s ever directly communicated with me.”
“So you’ve never donethisbefore?” he asks, fighting back a grin.
“No.”
“I’m assuming you have nothing to do with the Kings?” he asks.
“You assume correctly.”
“How long have you been watching me?”
“A while.”
The corners of his mouth lift in a barely there smile. “Do you like watching me?”
“Yes.”
“Did you like watching me in my window when I…?” His cheeks flush soft pink, but he doesn’t seem embarrassed. Based on the slight uptick in his breathing and the way his eyes are shining, I’d say he was aroused.
“Yes, I did.”
“Have you watched me do that when I didn’t know you were watching?” He drags his tongue over his lower lip.
“Yes.” A pause. “Does that bother you?”
He shakes his head, his smile melting into a smirk. “No, even though I know it should.” He pauses. “Did you like watching me those other times?”
“I would have liked it more if you weren’t under the covers when you did it,” I tell him.
He rolls onto his back and rubs his hand over the bulge in his sweats, his eyes on the camera. “Did you like what we did in the woods?”
“Yes.” My voice is deeper now and has a slight rasp to it.
Myles lets out a shuddering sigh. “I did too.” He fixes his gaze on the ceiling.
“Yeah?” I rest my hand on my own cock as it pulses and throbs at the memories of our game of hide and seek.
“Yeah.” His voice is breathless now. “I always thought there was something wrong with me because that kind of stuff turns me on. I mean, I already know I’m ten levels of fucked up, but that kind of cemented that I’m also a pervert with more issues than a lifetime of therapy could ever hope to unravel.”
“And what’s wrong with being a pervert?”
He huffs out another soft laugh. “Everything. I mean, what kind of person fantasizes about being forced? What does it say about me that playing X-rated hide and seek with a hooded stranger and having himforce me”—he makes little air quotes with his fingers, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling—“to suck his dick was the hottest thing I’ve ever done?”
“Nothing.”
