Page 101 of The Way I Hate Him
The way she’s touching me.
The possibility that I could just flip her on her back, claim the loss, and fuck her into the headboard until she’s crying out my name.
She has me turned on. Easy.
But I won’t let her know that. Ever.
She wants a challenge, so she’s going to get one.
I remain stoic, unmoving, as she brings her hand back to my abs and down to my boxer briefs, where she slips one finger past the elastic.
Fuuuuuck.
I maintain even breathing, reject the need to tighten from her touch, and remain as calm as can be even though my cock presses against my boxer briefs, looking to play.
And I can tell she’s getting frustrated as she glances at the timer.
Her mouth works to the side, clearly trying to think of something nuclear that will tip this game in her favor.Unless you plan on grabbing my dick. I’m not sure she’ll think of anything else, so I need to make a move.
I tug on her underwear, pulling her back, but before I can move on top of her, she brings her chest close to my face. And then to my surprise, she lifts her crop top to reveal her gorgeous tit.
Fuck.
Me.
Jesus, it’s perfect.
Small, but it still makes my goddamn mouth water. And with her tightened nipple, pointed and looking for someone to suck on it, I feel my chest grow heavy as my hand itches to take her into my palm.
In my mouth.
Lap at her with my tongue.
But despite what my body wants, I don’t move. I tighten my grip on her underwear, my fingers digging into her hip now as she brings her pointed nipple right to my mouth.
Yes. Fucking. Please.
And I realize what she’s doing. She’s pulling the nuclear card.
I’m such a tit man, I want it in my mouth.
My lips part slightly as she rubs the nub along them.
I nearly flip her onto her back in desperation but remember to hold it together as I choose subtlety for the biggest impact.
As her nipple tantalizes my mouth, I barely part my lips and gently wrap my lips around her nipple.
Her eyes connect with mine in shock, and that’s when I bring it home. I suck on the nipple, just enough of a pull to ignite a flame within her, and then I let the nub go, pulling my mouth away.
Subtle, barely a touch, but the damage has been done.
To my fucking satisfaction, her head falls back, her teeth clamp over the corner of her mouth, and the lightest moan falls off her tongue just as the timer goes off.
Winner.
Her head snaps forward, and when she looks down at me with surprise in her eyes, I smirk in response.
I reach for my phone and plug it back in before painfully turning to my side, facing her, and tucking my pillow under my head. I might have won this game of hers, but it doesn’t negate the fact that she turned me on as well. I just did a better job of masking it.
