Page 136 of Dark Little Game
The night air outside feels cold. The snow has stopped, but there’s a thin white layer of it over the leaves and the hedges in the yard.
I close the door with a faint click, shutting out the sound of the party.
“Get on your knees,” Hunter murmurs the moment the door is shut, and he puts his lips on my neck, sucking a slow, hot kiss there.
“You’re not fucking my mouth right outside these windows,” I protest, but I can hear him undoing his belt already. “Goddamnit, Hunter, come over here.”
I walk off toward the snow-covered gazebo at the edge of the big yard.
As he walks behind me he never stops touching me. He squeezes my ass hard, then gives it a firm smack as I walk.
Then he comes up closer, wrapping his arms around me from behind, one of his hands finding its way to my lips and the other resting on my throat, enveloping me from behind.
He gently drags his fingertips along my lower lip.
When I open to give it a little suck, he closes his other hand tighter on my neck.
My cock is aching now.
We haven’t even made it to the gazebo, but he stops me in place.
Two of his fingers are on my tongue. I lean my head backward a little, giving him better access to my throat.
The front of his body is pressed up against my back, and heat is like a blanket from behind, warming me in the chill of the air.
“You’re being so good for me,” he says softly near my ear. “Letting me have you when I need to get off.”
He slides his fingers out from between my lips, and I let out a little gasp when his hand comes up underneath my shirt. He uses my spit to slide his fingertips over my nipple.
“I know you need me,” I tell him.
I can hear the pent-up frustration in his voice when he whispers at me.
“All thefucking time.”
He lets me go, heading into the gazebo and undoing the top of his pants.
I look back and see that our shoes made footprints in the snow as we walked. I kick the powder around a little, trying not to leave the most obvious trail if anyone happens to come out.
The back doors of the house are still closed.
We’re safe, at least for now.
I walk up the few steps into the gazebo and Hunter’s on the far end. As I approach, he already has his cock in his hand. It’s the most desperate I’ve ever seen him, and Hunter doesn’t usually actneedylike this.
Didn’t know I liked seeing him so needy, either.
The gazebo floor is cold under my knees as I drop down in front of him.
From this angle, he really does look like a god.
Towering over me.
Is he controlling me, or do I just want this so badly that I’m a willing participant? Deep down, I know I can’t lie to myself, and I know that if Hunter was in front of me like thisanytime, even back in the day… there’s no chance I would have been able to refuse him.
Because I don’t want to refuse him. I wantallof him.
He takes one step closer until he’s right in front of my face. His fingers land below my chin, tilting my head back a little before I put my lips on him.
