Page 95 of Dark Little Game
Something flashes through his eyes and it hits me all at once.
He wanted my attention back then, and he never got it.
He had anunrequited crush.
My heart aches a little in my chest. There’s something so pure about the way he looks, pure in a way that isn’t even available to someone like me.
Rayne isn’t jaded.
I’ve practically been jaded since the day I was born.
Back then, I could barely think about my own emotions, let alone anyone else’s. I started building up the walls inside me long ago, and I felt so isolated from everyone around me that nothing could have brought me down to Earth.
“You have my attention now, Rayne,” I tell him. “And Idon’t know if you’re ready for that. You haveallof it. Do you know what that means?”
“Does it mean that you’re going toforceme to come? Right there in the reading room, where anyone might fucking walk in?”
“You fuckinglovedit.”
His hand squeezes hard around mine again.
Rayne shifts in the bed and there’s a wild look in his eyes. He finally releases the back of my hand and then moves his fingertips up, sliding one of them along the tip of my cock, because he always seems very interested in my precum.
For a moment, I think he’s about to tease me like that, edging me and driving me insane by giving me the smallest, slick little touches on my cock.
But instead he leans over me and brings his hand lower, nudging my legs wider.
“Spread.”
My heart pounds in my chest.
I move my legs wider for him, and a moment later he’s spreading my ass a little and dragging his finger along my hole.
And then he pushes it inside me while he holds my gaze.
“Goddamnit, Rayne,” I utter as he stretches me open, sliding into me slowly and steadily, watching me like he has me pinned.
It’s just slick enough. One finger is a tight stretch, but it also feels so fucking good that I don’t care.
It’s the type of pain I crave.
The type that feels so fucking good when Rayne finally takes it fromme.
“Keep touching yourself,” he says, and his voice is raspy and low in a way I haven’t heard it before.
“Should’ve told me you wanted me a long time ago,” I tell him. “I would have taken your cock any time you asked. Should have snuck over to my room every fucking time you slept over.”
“Don’t tell me things like that.”
“Don’t be afraid of the truth.”
He pushes his finger deeper, until it’s in all the way.
“You’re so tight. When I fuck you, you’re going to scream.”
“Can’t believe you wanted me all those years,” I continue, squeezing around his finger. “You shared Weston’s bed every time you spent the night. You belonged inmybed.”
Rayne takes his finger out almost all the way and then shoves it in, deep and fast, all at once.
