Page 35 of Dark Little Game
“Hey, Hunter! Sit!” Oliver offers, smiling wide and scooting over on his side of the booth to make room for him. “This place ispacked. Isn’t it great?”
“I like the tavern lighting,” Hunter says as he sits down. “Kind of gives it a romantic vibe, doesn’t it, Royal?”
I reach for my glass of soda and my hand knocks up against the salt shaker.
It clatters down onto the table, and salt granules spill out over the lacquered wood surface. At the same time, I inhale a tiny piece of strawberry all wrong, and suddenly I’m in a coughing fit so bad it makes my eyes water.
Hunter just relaxes on the booth seat next to Ollie, watching me like he’s some sadistic voyeur.
“You good, man?” Wes says, pounding my back a couple of times.
I grab the soda, finally regaining my composure as I take a sip. “I’m good.”
“How’s the start of your semester been so far?” Oliver asks Hunter, and I feel like I’m watching a sweet little mouse trying to be friendly to a snake.
“It’s been pretty stimulating,” Hunter tells him. “The classes, I mean.”
The moment I put my glass down, I feel a nudge on my thigh.
And then a stronger pressure, right on my cock.
It’s Hunter’s foot under the table.
I jump slightly and give Hunter a hard glare across the table.
What. The fuck. Are you doing?
I try to telepathically send the message his way. I squirm in place, trying to kick away his leg without making it painfully obvious to Weston beside me.
But there’s no use.
Hunter’s taken off his shoe and is toying with me under the table, using the sole of his foot to massage my dick.
Even after acting all threatening as he left the locker room earlier, telling me tonever touch him again.
But maybe it’s just what someone as psycho as him does for some sick pleasure.
For Hunter, everything is a game.
He’s talking to Ollie about classes, acting like nothing is going on, perfectly calm on the surface.
But the way he’s stroking my bulge is impossible to ignore, and my cock responds to the sensation even though I’m trying to summon every ounce of composure I can.
Going to kill you slowly, Knox.
Except for the fact that you’d probably find some way to get off on that, too.
“Have your classes been tough?” Ollie asks.
“They didn’t start out hard. But now they’re getting hard. Harder andharderby the moment, it feels like.”
Hunter’s looking at me as he says it, pushing against my now fully stiff cock.
I can feel my cheeks heating up. They’ve already gone pink, without a doubt, just adding more fuel to the fire.
He’s desperate for a reaction out of me.
He wants me to get up, storm off, and explode.
