Page 20 of Dark Little Game
It feels incredible, even if it is coming from another man.
He gives it another firm suck, and I’m so hard now I’m sure he’s getting a little of my precum through the material.
It’s too easy to imagine what my cock would look like pushing past his lips.
Deep into his throat.
Taking away his breath, and making him choke.
When he slowly pulls his mouth away with one last suck to tease me, I feel like an animal with my sights on the perfect prey.
My skin is hot.
I need to come so badly it hurts, and right now his slick, plush lips look like the perfect place.
“Go to bed,” he tells me, giving me a cold glare.
I pull at my waistband. “Why don't I put you to bed full of my cum, instead? Do you think a pretty-boy jock like you will look better with tears streaming down your face, when my cock head cuts off the air in your windpipe? Any reason I shouldn’t find out?”
He puffs out a breath, giving me a defiant glance. “Because you’re straight, remember?”
“You’re mouthy.”
“And you’re wasting your time.”
He gives me one last look, his eyes dancing lower to look at my bulge and the wet spot he left there. Then he turns around and faces the wall beside his bed, pulling the covers over himself.
My heart’s pounding.
I’m still so hard I’m starting to ache.
I lean over his bed, resting my hand on his throat again.It fits perfectly under my hand. I don’t push down, but he needs to know that I could.
“If you ever pull a stunt like you did at the party again, you’ll pay for it, Royal,” I say to him.
I can feel each breath he takes. Each heartbeat beneath his skin.
“You’re worse than I remembered,” he finally says.
“You’re better.”
“And don’t call me Royal.”
I sigh.
I give his neck a small squeeze, then take my hand away. I slide off my underwear and get in my own bed, and I know I’m going to need to make myself come before I can sleep.
“Seems like everyone else calls you that,” I mutter at Rayne. “I can tell you like pretending you’re a king.”
“Ilikeeveryone else. They can call me that. I fucking hate you, so you can’t. Simple.”
I wrap my fist around my cock.
I don’t give a fuck if Rayne turns over and sees me or not.
It’s his fault that I need to get off, anyway.
But a moment later he reaches for his phone, and I see that he’s not looking at me at all.
