Page 60 of Twisted Little Game

Roman standing over me like he’s conquered me.

I finally wrap my fist around my dick and hold my gaze on his again.

“If you insist on watching me come,” I tell him, “then get down here and let me kiss you.”

He furrows his brow. “You’re crazy.”

“And I’m a good kisser, too. I come a lot harder when I have someone’s tongue in my mouth. I want it so badly, Roman.”

I know he’ll refuse. But on the off chance he doesn’t…

“Not happening.”

I exhale, trying not to stroke my dick too quickly.

It’s hot when he denies me, too.

I see his eyes looking down at my cock every few seconds, and now I’m desperate for more contact.

“Just get close to me, then,” I exhale. “I won’t kiss you.”

“Can I trust you on that?” Roman asks.

“I don’t know. Come find out.”

“Fuck you.”

“Please, Roman,” I say, my voice a little broken as I grip my cock harder.

For a few beats, he doesn’t move. His gaze makes a circuit from my eyes, to my lips, then my cock.

My heart lurches in my chest when he actually gets down on his knees in front of me, and I feel like I just somehow won the lottery.

“I am not kissing you,” he says firmly.

He’s at eye level with me now.

It’s far more intoxicating than it should be.

“Thank you,” I breathe.

His face is so close, and I can smell his clean skin again. My gaze travels over his tattoos, looking at the ones that loop over his shoulder, and when he reaches up to push his hair back, his bicep flexes in a way that looks incredible.

The proximity is everything I wanted. I test my boundaries, leaning forward and dropping the side of my head onto his broad shoulder, and just that amount of direct touch from his skin makes me throb in my fist.

I squeeze my cock harder, and I can’t help it.

I lean in.

I move closer to his neck, with my mouth parted, until my lips hit the side of his neck.

He doesn’t pull away.

I kiss him softly there, just a brush of my lips against his skin, expecting instant retaliation. But I’m still following the rules. I’m not kissing his mouth. And instead of shoving me away, he stays there, frozen, letting me continue.

I suck a slow kiss against the side of his neck, letting my tongue slide out a little, and he exhales at the moment of contact.

“Do you want me to stop?” I whisper.