Page 75 of Twisted Little Game

When I moan into his mouth I feel a slight shake on his body, and I realize a moment later that he’s getting himself off now too.

His hand is around his cock.

He has to come, because of this.

Because he’s kissing me.

And it feels like I’m falling into him, slowly but steadily, like he has a gravitational pull on me.

It’s only another minute before he’s coming along my stomach and chest, his mouth still locked on mine in a hungry kiss.

When he pulls away to catch his breath, I’m still in a daze, but reality starts to float back into my mind in wavering, fragmented pieces.

He steps back and rinses off, and when I see a stray streak of cum that landed along his side where the water isn’t reaching, I rub my finger over it without thinking.

He looks down at me as I stroke over his skin.

“Oh. Sorry,” I say. “I’ll stop touching you.”

He furrows his brow.

Need to know where the line is.

After he comes… he doesn’t fucking want you.

He’s silent for a few beats, his expression serious as he turns under the shower, letting the water hit that part of his skin.

But finally, he speaks.

“You feel very good to me too, Tate.”

He steps forward and kisses me again.

Slow, and steady, and nothing rushed about it. His tongue slides over mine, like he’s trying to make me a promise with his kiss, proving to me that he didn’t hate it.

His hands find their way to my waist, tugging me close as he keeps his mouth locked on mine.

His lips move lower, kissing my neck, and then he drags a hand up along my spine until his fingers tangle in my wet hair.

I always want it to be like this.

Still scared of you, and the secrets you have, so how can it feel this good to be with you?

Something tugs deep in my chest as Roman pulls off and glances up. The door to the room swings open with a squeak as a few other guys walk in.

Roman glances at me, and I wish I could decipher the expression in his eyes.

He needed me to come faster, so he made it happen, and then he needed to get off too, so he did. Physical. Simple. I just wish my mind would catch up to that fact.

I stay frozen in place, and I watch as Roman turns and steps out of my stall gracefully.

He loops around to his own shower just before the other guys round the corner, their laughter echoing on the walls, and I lean against the cold tile, pulling in a deep, shaky breath and closing my eyes.

Easy.

All I have to do is not fall for you.

Really, really fucking easy.