Page 29 of Play With Me
And stares.
“You need a wax.”
“Fuck off.”
“You do. Nothing to be ashamed of. But if you want my tongue there, I want no hair.”
He reaches down and presses against my hole, and the most disgusting sound leaves my mouth.
“Mm, I fucking knew it. You love this.”
“I don’t.”
It’s a lie. He knows it. My body sure as fuck admits it. It arches toward him, wanting him to touch me there again, but he doesn’t. He just keeps me still and drags his finger back and forth, teasing me, but never touching my hole again.
“I’ll set up an appointment for you,” he says, leaning down and biting my ass cheek brutally.
I grunt, pain drifting through me as he kisses his way up my back, rucking the jersey up as he goes.
“I’ll set it up for tomorrow so I can get my tongue up inside of you.”
“Hell no.” But I’m already panting at the thought. Why have I never thought about having my ass eaten? Why is this so appealing? Why is the thought of him all up inside of me making me nearly cum hands-free?
Suddenly, his phone makes a series of beeps, and he huffs in annoyance, my wrists slipping free from his grip as he leans over and pulls his phone off the ground.
He’s bent over me entirely, his naked body pinning me to the mattress. Not that I move. I don’t even try. I just lie there and listen as he murmurs curse words.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, and he grumbles.
“Fucking family, that’s what.”
I try to turn over to see what he’s typing on his phone, but he doesn’t let me.
“Hold on. Stop squirming. Shit, he’s calling me.” He shuffles off the bed and peers over at me. “Don’t fucking move.”
And with that, he strides from the bedroom, the door slamming shut behind him.
I don’t listen to him. Not this time. I move off the mattress and press my ear to the door, listening as Colton’s angry voice filters in.
“No, I’m not going. I have a game.”
A pause and then, “Yeah, I can’t miss it. You know that. You fuckingknowthat…”
His footsteps move back and forth, clearly pacing naked in the hallway before he growls. “Fine. Next weekend, then. I’ll be there. Have a car ready. No, don’t show up here. I’ll be there.”
I step back just as the door swings open, and Colton stands there, fuming. Our eyes meet, and his jaw ticks.
“Told you not to move.”
“I’m nosy.”
He shuts the door, the lock clicking once more, and pushes past me.
His arm shoots out as he throws his phone violently against the wall. It doesn’t appear to break, but it does leave a dent in the plaster.
“Shit, Colton. What the hell?”
“Listen, you should leave. I’m too fucking pissed?—”
