Page 66 of These Wicked Games
I wait with my tongue out as he slowly strokes his cock, squeezing the head. I watch precum bead at his slit before it drips down, and I wait eagerly as the tangy liquid falls onto my tongue.
“Oh,” I moan, savoring it.
“Open up.” Opening my lips, he feeds me his cock, and the weight of it gliding inside my mouth feels so fucking good. Imoan around his thickness, feeling him slide over my tongue before hitting the back of my throat. Fisting my hair, he holds me there, driving himself further back until my nose presses against his pubes. I choke and gag, slap his thighs in a poor attempt to get him to stop, but Oli just laughs darkly, knowing I love every fucking minute. He rocks his hips as I suck and swallow around him. Sloppy slurping sounds echo around the room. I look up and catch the needy look in his eyes, and it sets me on fire. He tastes so good, so so fucking good. I can’t believe this is real.
Finally he let’s up, guiding me off his cock. Spit dribbles from my lips, and the flushed red crown is soaked with it. Oli Kulivov has the most gorgeous dick that has ever graced this earth. I’m sure of it. He wrenches my head back, and my scalp stings. I’ve thought about cutting my hair lately, but the grip he has on it makes me second-guess that. I do love my hair, it reminds me of my mother’s, but it’s hot as fuck in the helmet.
I grab his thighs, but instead of pushing him back, I force more of him down my throat. I want it to burn. I don’t want to be able to speak tomorrow. Oli gets the hint, fucking into my mouth in rough short thrusts, then yanks me off his cock. I look up. Precum connects his cockhead with my lips and I’m so fucking needy. I can’t help myself, and I lick up his shaft. I need more. I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill of him. The sweetest drug I’ve ever taken. “Filthy,” he purrs.
“Oli, I’m losing my fucking mind. I need it.”
Something passes through his blue eyes, but I ignore it. I don’t need more judgment. I just need my brain to shut off and my thoughts to drown. “Stand up.” I rise to my feet obediently. I’mnot in the mood to push back anymore today. Oli walks slowly to me.
“What’s going on?”
“You’re taking your sweet fucking time, that’s what. Hurry up!”
My eyes dip to his cherry-red lips, and something dark passes over his gaze, fogging those clear eyes. He goes somewhere far away before he focuses back on the here and now. “No.”
“Yes,” I demand. I want all of him. I need every piece of him shutting off my fucking brain. I want to feel him, every part of him. Oli moves on me, and I half expect him to punch me. Instead, he shoves me back onto the bed.
“Why can’t you just fucking listen to me?” he snarls. I’m so aware of his body on top of me as the heat from his skin pours into mine. He pins me down with his hand. His hips straddle my waist. His cock lies on my stomach making a mess. He’s dripping.
Shock slaps me with Oli’s lips mashing hard against mine. I can’t even say it’s a kiss. It’s brutal, sloppy. I moan unabashedly into his mouth. This isn’t kissing, this is an attack on my senses. Lips. Teeth. Tongue. Oli gives me everything. A metallic tang spreads on my tongue. Shit, is that blood? I wipe my mouth, feeling the sting. Shit, he must have split my lip kissing me. That should not turn me on. “I love watching you break.”
Oli isn’t most men. He’s not even some men.
Oli is . . . Oli.
“Oh, Oli, it takes a lot for me to break.” Though I don’t mind letting him try.
His lips crash back over mine. My own feel swollen. Blood smears over Oli’s lips and I can’t stop myself from reaching out to wipe it away. “You drive me crazy, Dre,” he whispers. I soak in thosewords. I take them and tuck them somewhere safe, then remind myself that this is nothing. I am nothing.
I ignore the twinge in my gut.
“Yeah?” I lick my split lip. “Prove it.” Oli lunges back into me, connecting our lips. His cock presses against my own and I lose myself in the taste of him as my hands wrap around his back. My nails dig into his flesh. He picks me up, and the strength of him shocks me silent. I don’t know why. I know he’s a fucking powerhouse, but still, I’m not small, and the way he carries me around to the end of the bed with ease excites me.
He drops me onto my back.
Oli digs his nails into my thighs, dragging me down the bed so my ass is nearly hanging off the edge. “Spread your legs wide, and don’t you dare close them.” Slowly I do what he asks, spreading myself open for him. He looks down, his eyes heavy with heat, and his large hand comes down, smoothing over my hole. The soft press of his lips makes me groan, and then he slowly strokes his tongue over my entrance. Unhurried and indulgent, he soothes and kisses my hole.
Oli gets up, leaving me there with my legs wide to go over to his drawer. I think back to the toy I saw in there, and fuck, I want to watch him use it. “Oli, I need to know the lore behind the dildo.”
“Sorry, it’s our secret,” he teases, waving it in front of him. “I’ve never used it with anyone.” He looks at me. “Until now.” Oli grins. “Let’s see how much that greedy hole can take.”
Holy shit. Oli’s going to kill me. “Like at the same—” He nods. “Ooooh.”
“You know, unless you have something youwant to say to me.”
My thighs widen more and I look down. “Do your worst.” Oli drips lube onto the toy, smirking the entire time as he spreads it along the shaft. The toy isn’t much smaller than he is. I’m still a bit open from the car ride, but I’ve never taken two at once, and my hole clenches in anticipation.
A cool hand runs up my crack. I yelp, not prepared. “Mmf.”
Oli grins, setting the toy down next to me. “Spread your ass.” I listen, because I am fucking pathetic, drawing my knees up and grabbing my cheeks, opening myself up for him. He slaps me, hard. Right over my hole. Heat weaves through my stomach, my body humming, begging. “Pretty fucking pussy,” he growls, getting onto his knees before me.TheOliver “Krazy Kuli” Kulivov, on his knees, for me. “I want to worship this beautiful ass.” He moans, diving in to lick at my entrance. Still spreading myself open, I arch into the feel of him. Warm and wet, his tongue is like a magic fucking wand. “Oh yeah.” His gravely tone hugs my balls.
I’m losing my mind. The stroke of his hot tongue along my rim makes me see stars. He dips his thumbs inside, then spreads my hole wide, fucking me with his tongue. Oh my god. This is. Holy fuck. “Oli—” I’m not even sure what I’m asking. “Yes.” He bites my cheek then lays a sucking kiss over the other.
He slaps my hole again lightly. “Hungry little thing.” His fingers rub over my hole then he sinks two in. I see fucking stars. Fuck that; I see galaxies. He plunges his two fingers inside, not giving me any room to adjust before moving them around. My cock aches as he stabs that spot. Over and over. I’ve never come untouched before, but if he keeps going, I’m going to lose it. “You want something more satisfying?” He slips a third finger inside, spreading them wide, and I bite my already swollen lip. I can’t think or breathe.He slips in a fourth and I want to scream. I’ve never had someone play me like this—exactly the way I want it. My back bows when he slips in his thumb.
