Page 135 of Dark Little Game
“He’s not going to be happy for a while. Especially if you touch me like that.”
Hunter’s eyes meet mine, electric with anger.
“You fucking love it when I touch you. Is that wrong?”
I pour him a little bit of straight whiskey, and I add some Coke to my own glass.
“You know it’s not wrong.”
“Then I’m going to touch you whenever the fuck I feel like it. If you asked me to fuck you right in the middle of that living room, I’d do it. I don’t care if he sees. I don’t care if he throws some fucking tantrum like the spoiled prick he is.”
“Come on, Hunter.”
He breathes deeply. “Wes has been through a lot. But so have I. If he’s going to turn things into a competition, over and over again, then I’m not backing down. He can choke on that girl’s tongue in his mouth while I give you my cock.”
“Stop.”
I put my fingers on his mouth gently. He grips my wrist and shoves my hand away, coming in to push his lips against mine.
He pins my back up against the wall and kisses me for the first time today.
When he got back from wherever the hell he was all day, he seemed angry. Tense. A lot more so than usual.
He grips his fingers around the front of my long-sleeve grey shirt, holding it in his fist. He’s channeling his anger into his kiss and I’m a glutton for his lips on mine.
My cock responds, because I can’t help it when Hunter gets like this.
I love it when he’s rough.
I just don’t know what’s going on under the surface.
He breaks off and moves close to my ear, still clutching the front of my shirt.
“I need to use you,” he utters.
“You will. Later.”
I feel his breath on my earlobe. “I need to use younow.”
He pushes his groin up against my leg and I feel him, hard as a rock just like I am.
I glance around the room.
The double doors that lead to the backyard are tucked behind a rack full of coats and a group of people all looking down, focused on a card game they’re playing.
“Doors outside. Over there,” I tell him, nodding over. “I’ll give you my mouth, but you need to make it quick.”
He sighs, biting down on my earlobe. “I’ll come in a fucking second if I’m in your throat right now. Need it. Badly.”
My cock throbs under my pants, and I take Hunter’s hand again.
“Let’s go. Before somebody we know walks in and starts trying to rope me into beer pong.”
We chug the rest of our drinks.
I keep my head down as I walk through the party toward the doors, but Hunter doesn’t give a fuck, and makes no effort to stay under the radar.
I push open one of the doors, just enough for us to slide through.
