Page 19 of Wristlocked
“He can make me come in under sixty seconds,” she retorts. “And don’t call me princess.”
Gale and I both gape at her.
“What the fuck, Gia?” I hiss. She shrugs, still staring Gale down.
“Sex for talent. That’s your thing, right?” Her voice is casual, but there’s no missing the challenge. Or the burn. Gale flinches, barely noticeable, and then the cocky smirk is back in place.
“My thing?” He shifts his gaze to me, hot with a challenge of his own. “Sure. What do you think, pretty boy? You want to show me what theprincesslooks like when she comes undone?”
“Not a chance in hell.” I go to grab her arm, ready to drag her away from him and this whole stupid idea, but the look on her face pulls me up short. Her eyes are bright, lips parted, a flush rising from where her breasts peek over the top of her sports bra. She’s totally turned the fuck on by the idea of coming in front of this asshole.
“No.” I shake my head as she moves closer, tilting her head with a wicked smile.
“C’mon, Lyot. Let’s make him jealous.”
My cock twitches, and I wonder. Claiming her, showing this cocky bastard how I own her body like no one else, suddenly seems like an idea my dick, at least, can get behind. Gia sees the shift in my eyes, and her smile widens.
“Sixty seconds,” she says, turning to look at Gale over her shoulder. “He makes me come, and the act is ours.”
Fuck it. I reach for her without waiting for his nod, pulling her focus back to me by threading my fingers into her hair at her nape. She melts into me, triumphant and willing, and I shove my other hand into her leggings and press my forehead to hers,stealing her gasp with an intake of breath. She’s wet already, hot and slick against my fingers as I trace a rough circle on her clit with my thumb.
“Stop.”
My fingers hover at her waiting entrance, and she lets out a frustrated sound as I raise my eyes to Gale’s over the top of her head. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
“Well, it occurs to me that you’re actually enjoying this.” He rubs a thumb across his bottom lip, toying with the silver ring. “And you didn’t even seem particularly interested in being in my act. I’m guessing it was all her idea, wasn’t it?”
“What’s your fucking point?” I am so done with him. My dick is pissed, and Gia is panting against me as I slowly withdraw my hand from her pants.
“My point is,” he drawls, “if all this”—he waves a hand to encompass the completely fucked-up situation—“was her idea, it hardly seems fair to make you do all the work. Besides”—he reaches down to the bulge in his own sweats and adjusts himself without taking his eyes from mine—“I’ve decided the first time I see her come should be when she shatters all overmycock.”
My brain detonates, and I lunge for him, but Gia pulls me back. I turn to her, hoping for outrage I know deep down I’m not gonna see, but she’s not even looking at me. Instead, she matches his bold appraisal with her own.
“You want to see me work for it?” she asks. “Meaning what? I make him come instead?”
“Gia,” I warn. They both ignore me.
“In sixty seconds or less.” He leans back, a half smile on his lips as she arches a brow at him. “With just your dirty little mouth.”
I scrub a hand over my head, giving it a shake. What the fuck is happening right now? I guess I should be happyit’smydick he wants her to suck, but all I can think is that this has now gone completely off the rails, and they’re both fucking crazy. I’m worrying about suffering through watching three months of foreplay, and they’ve both jumped straight to exhibition porn.
“I am not consenting to this. Gia, we’re done.”
“Seemed like you were fine with it when you were the one in control. Now that she gets to run the show, you’re pussying out? Funny, I figured you for a feminist.”
“Says the guy using ‘pussy’ as a derogatory term. And believe me, surrendering control is not one of my issues.” As soon as the last words are out of my mouth, I want them back. It’s cutting a little too close to the bone, and I don’t trust what he’ll do with them.
“Then what’s the problem? Sixty seconds of getting sucked off for a chance to be the only freshmen in the show.” He shrugs, but from his smug look, I can tell he still thinks I’ll call it off.
And then Gia says, “I can do it in ten,” and the world drops out from under me.
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Lyot
“No. No fucking way, Gia.No.” But my traitorous dick starts twitching again as I back away from her.
“Please, Lyot.” She reaches out, and as soon as her hands make contact with my chest, I go still. She raises to her tiptoes, her breath a whisper against my neck, and I close my eyes with a shudder. “What’s the difference? This is us. I let Shadow out, and we can show him something I bet he’s never dreamed of.”
