Page 58 of Twisted Little Game

“Didn’t know if I would be able to, either.”

“But you did.”

His cock is right in front of my face, hanging there so close I can see every vein.

I cannot do this.

I should never be doing this for him… with him, for any reason.

But I fucking need it.

When I lean forward this time to take his cock in my mouth he almost seems surprised. Instead of forcing himself into me, I’m taking him willingly, swirling my tongue around the ridge of his head, then moving lower.

When I take him deep into my throat again, it’s different this time.

More urgent.

He’s not just holding himself inside me and marveling at how far he can go. Instead, he starts to fuck my mouth in earnest, rocking his hips forward, stealing my breath and then giving it back again, over and over.

He’s already so close.

This is why it’s always worth it, no matter the consequence.

And I remember, with a flash of delight, that my arms aren’t restrained at all.

I reach up and drag my palm up the inside of his thigh, then cup his balls and give them a squeeze.

I hold his gaze the whole time. I keep expecting him to look away, to close his eyes, to remember he’s inside a man’s mouth and have some fucked-up shame enter his mind.

But he never looks away.

Not for a moment.

And I swear he can see every single fucking thought I’m thinking just from the way he looks at my eyes.

Just do it.

Come for me, then remember you don’t give a fuck about me again.

Come down my throat⁠—

“Fuck,” he utters under his breath as I feel him let go, his cock pulsing as he comes on my tongue, and a rush hits my veins all at once.

I can’t believe he keeps his eyes on mine as he loses control, exhaling and swearing softly in Russian, his grip tightening again in my hair.

For a moment, all of the carefully constrained tightness in his expression disappears.

His face relaxes, his mouth parting slightly.

And Roman Petrov looks fucking beautiful when he comes.

He’s hot all the time, but when he forgets anyone’s watching, everything about him softens. The true beauty of his face shines through, from his cheekbones to his lips and even the way his jaw curves down toward his neck.

He slides his cock out of my mouth, agonizingly slowly, and even as it’s deflating it’s still obscenely thick and heavy against my tongue.

He looks me up and down, his lashes flicking low, then up to my face again.

He’s about to leave me here like this.