Page 19 of Dark Little Game
“It’s sincere. Your tattoos look good,” I say. I imagine the needle hitting his skin, and I wonder how well he took it. “How was the pain on the outer collarbone?”
He glares at me. “It hurt. Like a bitch.”
I nod. “Good boy, not lying to me.”
“Not everyone has something to prove like you do.”
I’m surprised to feel my cock perk back up again. But his egotistical attitude feels like a challenge.
And that’s something Idolike.
Rayne never used to talk back to me. Not that we ever used to really talk at all. He was always with Weston, and they always stayed far away from me.
But now…
Now, things are different.
His dark hair shines in the moon’s reflection as I shut the dorm room door gently behind me with aclick.
I walk across the hardwood floor, pulling off my clothes before sliding into the bed opposite the room from Rayne.
I glance up and see he’s still staring at me.
“Waiting for another goodnight kiss,Royal?” I reach down and grip the hard outline of my dick through my boxer briefs, and I see his gaze flicker down toward my obvious erection. “I should make you kiss my cock this time instead.”
“You don’t want to joke like that to me.”
He’s doing it again.
Challengingme.
I get up and slowly walk over to the edge of Rayne’s bed.
“Who says it’s a joke?” I tell him in a low tone, gripping the outline of my cock. “Kiss it.”
It’s covered by fabric, but only inches away from his face.
I look down at him and I know I’ve surprised him. His big brown eyes are wide, and his lips are a little parted as he stares at my bulge through my boxer briefs.
When I look at Rayne Colson, I see someone who gets everything he wants.
And that makesmewant to put him in his fucking place.
“Don’t bluff,” he says. “I told you I’m not afraid of you, Hunter.”
“My cock is right here.”
“Too bad there’s a sociopath attached to it.”
“Tonight is the last night I’m ever going to let you touch me. I hope you’re aware of that.Takeit, Rayne?—”
I pull in a sharp breath of air as he leans forward and pushes his lips to the tip of my dick, kissing it.
And then he opens his mouth and sucks it, right through the cotton fabric, and his wet warmth suddenly envelops the head of my cock.
The contact makes me throb, and involuntarily, I move my hips a little forward.
Turns out that a pair of lips really is just a pair of lips, after all.
