Page 42 of Ricochet
The only other person I knew by name was Alejandro, the mini-Hulk who brought me in here after my escape plan failed. I’d be able to recognize a couple of guards I tried fighting, but this one... I’ve never seen him before.
His hair was cut short, almost to his scalp, and in the darkness of the room, I couldn’t exactly see the color. His almond-shaped eyes started raking over my body, stopping at my hips and the bunched shirt around my waist. Ah, there it was, an interest. As he turned his head to check out my legs, I could see the tattoo of a snake extending from his neck, toward the side of his head.
I loved tattoos on men, but this one looked truly disgusting. I always hoped Kieran would get some more, sans the same snake tattoo on his arm, but he never did.
He was always Mr. Clean-Cut, and now that I thought about it, it was actually pissing me off. Over the years, I obtained several tattoos myself, and I couldn’t wait to get some more.
A cold hand touched my upper thigh just above the skull tattoo I got years ago, and I immediately knew what this guy wanted.
“See something you like?” I used my sultriest voice, something I’ve learned over the years. Men were simple creatures, and whoever said otherwise just didn’t know how to play them like the puppets they actually were. Show them a little bit of skin, some interest, and voila, you got what you wanted. You got them on their knees.
“Would you like to play, big boy?” Bile gathered in the back of my throat at my own words, but I swallowed it down, fluttering my lashes in the flirtiest way possible. I spread my legs further, the chains at my ankles clanking in the otherwise silent room. I wanted to play, and this one was a perfect candidate.
He kept glancing between me and the still open door, but I could almost see the wheels turning inside his head. Oh, he wanted this. He wanted me, and for a second there, I actually felt bad for the poor soul.
Come on, say yes. Play with fire.
“What’s your name, darling?” He finally looked at my face, a sinister look in his eyes.
That’s right. He definitely wanted this. He was a perfect pawn to bring the other three here.
His hand snaked over my ribcage, slow strokes caressing the skin there. I took a sharp breath, and his eyes sparkled in the dark, thinking I actually enjoyed this.
“You’re a good little whore, aren’t you?” He grabbed my chin, squeezing my face. “You want to play, whore?”
I smiled eagerly, trying to nod my head.
“You want to play with my cock?”
Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, the way he said it, you would think he sported a python in his pants.
“You want me to fill you up until you scream for everyone to hear?”
“Yes, yes, give it to me,” I panted, leading him on. “Please… I’ve been a bad girl.”
Insert vomiting right here, please.
“How bad?” He stood up and started unbuckling his pants. So fucking predictable.
“Very bad.” I licked my lips when he finally dropped his pants, along with his underwear, and his ‘big cock’ appeared inches away from my face. I bit down on my lips, stifling the laughter threatening to erupt from my chest. Honestly, I’ve seen shrimps bigger than that.
“You want to suck it?” he continued, breaking through my daze. “Open your mouth wide.”
Maybe I should’ve told him that it could’ve fit inside even if I didn’t open wide. His tip slid over my lips, the precum gathered there sour on my tongue.
Seriously dude, there were ways to make it taste a bit better. I felt sorry for all the females that had to do this before me.
He groaned as I swirled my tongue over the head, and I knew that this one won’t be eliciting my gag reflex.
Maybe if I was pixie sized?
He started groaning, moving his hips back and forth, his cock sliding over my lips. Eyes closed, his whole attention focused on the desire and need to come.
Humans are interesting beings. We can be serial killers, have serious control-freak issues, but, once desire took over, we completely detached ourselves from the here and now, succumbing to our deepest desires.
“Yeah, baby, just like that.”You would think I was deep throating him. “That’s it. Suck it.”
I locked my jaw, applying pressure to his cock, as he gripped my hair, moving faster. I knew he was close to the finish line, and it was now or never.
