Page 63 of Convict's Game
Guilty, I jerked back.
He tightened his arm around me to keep me in place. “I’m not awake. I’m a coma patient, still. Any undressing is on you. Keep going.”
I hid my face with my hand. “Oh God.”
“I’m begging you to carry on.”
“I’m so embarrassed.”
Flustered, I tried to rise. Convict pulled me onto his body. Both of us were naked, the sheets twisted between us.
“What do you need, Mila? Tell me.”
I buried my face in his chest. “To run away and hide. Then a cold shower.”
Sure fingers stroked over my hair and down my face then tipped up my chin. “No, you don’t. You’re as needy as I am. Just like when I woke in the night and fucked you in your sleep.”
Fresh desire tightened my insides. Coming to with him inside me had almost broken my brain. He’d even cleaned me up after. “I’m aware.”
“But, all of that was yesterday, and the rules state that we need to fuck every day. Are you going to make me do all the work?”
I had to be bright red. “I can’t just…”
“You did in my room in the warehouse.” He released me to raise his hands behind his head, his wrists together and his biceps bulging. Then he gestured to the side of the bed. “Pick up my hospital bag.”
I leaned to do as he asked and caught sight of the rug and mirror from last night. Thoughts of him railing me from behind while I wore the blindfold stole my breath.
Convict rumbled a laugh. “Get the handcuffs from inside. I brought them along. Chain me up and do what you want with me.”
Shocked, I widened my eyes at him. “I can’t do that.”
“You can and you will. I don’t even have to come. Just get yourself off.”
My heart rate spiked. I was so hot for him it was burning me up. It wasn’t that I only wanted sex. I wanted to be on him. To get under his skin. To have free use of him like he’d done of me.
Of their own accord, my fingers found the cuffs. I returned the bag to the floor. Then I spied the skeleton-print bandanna he’d used on me, down between the bed pillows. I fished it out.
Convict followed my actions. He flashed another grin and tipped his head forward, reading my intention like I was an open book. “Do it.”
Autopilot had taken me over, because I folded the material and fastened it over his head then cuffed his wrists, all without conscious thought.
“You put a lot of trust in me. I could leave you here all day and no one would know.”
His chains rattled. “Little gangster, your bedframe is no match for me if I wanted to get loose. But that isn’t a threat. All I want is for you to get yours. So set aside whatever’s holding you back and ride my fucking dick until you come.”
Damn his dirty talk and the flood of liquid heat it generated.
It also made my hands shake. I unwrapped myself from the blanket and threw it to the end of the bed, leaving us both uncovered. Convict was hard, of course, his knees bent as if to offer me a good place to sit.
Still, I hesitated.
His lips moved. “I woke up ready to go and didn’t think twice about playing with you. I tried not to wake you, only partially for your sake because I wanted to have my fun while you slept. Iwanted to use your body, Mila, just like you can use mine now. Touch yourself. I can’t see you so you don’t have to make a show of it. Consider me a human dildo.”
I huffed a needy laugh. “Does my dildo have a mute button, or are you a deluxe model only?”
“Nah. You don’t want that. You like my mouth.”
He was right. Plus his words made me a little braver. On my knees, I considered what I wanted to do. I needed to come, but I had options.
