Page 54 of Twisted Little Game

I shove my cock harder against his ass this time, an animalistic urge taking over.

My fingers are pushed deep into his soft hair, and I lean over and bury my nose in it, smelling his sea salt shampoo and just wanting to pull him closer.

His smell drives me wild.

I would never come close to doing this to another man. I’d never be hard on top of another man, because I don’t want them.

But the smaller size of his body underneath mine is like a shot of hard liquor right to my veins. I’m covering him completely, like I could keep him against my body forever and take him around like a goddamn charm in my pocket.

“If you need cock that badly,” I tell him, “You will come to me. Not a stranger.”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You know what it means.”

He groans lightly as I finally let my grip on his hair go, sliding my hand around to the front of his throat, instead.

I don’t even grip it hard.

And I only have one hand on his wrist, now.

He could try to struggle again, taking me off balance.

But he doesn’t. He stays still.

“Don’t know you all that well, Roman,” he says, and I can feel the vibration of his speech on my palm. “But I’m pretty sure you can’t give me what I need.”

“Is that right?”

“You don’t fuck men. You get so goddamn hard from taking control of me, but you’d never dare to actually do something about it. Cocktease.”

I can’t think fast enough in English for a moment, and I’m silent, dumbfounded and so turned on it’s almost painful.

I shift my body and use one arm to roughly turn Tate over in the grass.

When he lies down on the grass below me, he’s finally able to look up at me for the first time in the moonlight.

I’m straddling him.

He moves his hand instantly, reaching for my bulge.

I don’t stop him.

I fucking can’t.

“Holy hell,” he whispers as his fingers slowly close around the outline of my dick through the fabric. “That is… you’re even bigger than I thought.”

I breathe evenly. “I know.”

He keeps squeezing his fingers around my shaft, his pupils wide as he feels my size for the first time.

“I’ll give you my mouth, if you let me go afterward,” Tate says.

“Bargaining with me again, Tate?”

“I’ll make you come so hard you can’t breathe. Just let me go to one party tonight.”

In a snap, my possessive anger returns with a vengeance.