Page 111 of Playing to Win
“Touched yourself,” she whispers. “In front of someone else?”
I’m shocked she’d ask.
“Not that I want all the details because I don’t. No way do I want to know who you stood in front of and jerked off because that’s none of my business but—”
“No one.”
She frowns. “Really?”
I nod, dropping my hand from my stomach. “Why? You want me to do it in front of you?”
“Yes,” she says without hesitation, her gaze stuck on the front of my boxer briefs. My dick is currently making a tent out of them, dying to escape. “I want to sit right here and have a front row seat.”
“Red, you are so fucking pervy,” I murmur, loving every perverted part of her.
She rolls her eyes. “It’s not that big of a deal.”
“Right, I just jerk off in front of girls on a daily basis.” I shake my head. “For the record? I don’t. But for you? I’ll make the sacrifice. I just need one thing from you.”
“What’s that?”
“Keep your eyes on me the entire time,” I say, my voice so deep, it sounds like it’s rumbling from my chest. “Got it?”
She nods, leaning back on the mattress, bracing her hands on top of it. “Got it.”
“And whatever I ask you to do, do it,” I add.
“Okay.” Her eyes darken, as if she senses I’m going to ask her to do something equally pervy.
She’s a smart girl, my Ruby.
Slowly I take off my boxer briefs, my cock springing free and pointing straight at her. Her gaze zeroes in, her eyes practically crossing as she stares at it and I almost laugh. I mean, this is a little crazy, right?
But not really. I’m sure people do this sort of thing all the time. What’s the problem with me showing her what I like?
“Lick my hand, baby.” I extend it toward her, palm up. “Get it nice and wet for me.”
She grabs my wrist and drags her tongue across my palm, the excessive saliva coating my hand and then my perverted girl adds a little extra to it by spitting on it.
Holy. Shit.
I grab the base of my dick, curling my fingers around it and slowly slide my wet hand up, then down the shaft. She watches carefully, her gaze tracking my every move and I bend my knees a little, thrusting my hips. Trying to get my dick in her face.
When I increase my speed, she frowns, a little line forming between her brows. “Doesn’t that hurt?”
“No,” I bite out, hissing in a breath when I squeeze just below the head, precum filling the slit. “Feels fucking good.”
“You’re so rough with it.”
“I know what I like.” I squeeze harder. “And I’m not scared that it’s going to hurt.”
“Wow,” she whispers when my hand begins to move faster. “You’re so big and thick.”
“Goddamn, you are perfect for my ego,” I say between clenched teeth, taking a step closer to her. “Lick the tip, baby. Clean me up.”
She leans forward, her tongue sneaking out to lick at the precum, lapping it up with a few quick, teasing strokes. The lash of her hot tongue on my erect dick makes my skin tingle and I’m tempted to ask her to do it again.
But I don’t have to ask because she actually does it again, her gaze lifting to mine as she circles the flared head with her tongue. “I told you I wanted to do this.”
