Page 5 of Dirty Game

“Might be?” He taunts. “Might be? I don’t think so.” He nuzzles into my neck and nips at my earlobe. “This is one hundred and fifty percent your favorite position. You wanna know how I know?”

“I do not.” I totally do.

“I can feel it.” His hand splays out on my lower back and inches me forward over his dick and my traitorous lips let out a soft whimper. At the same time, he huffs out a light chuckle. To my absolute mortification.

“Just ignore it,” I mumble as I push on his chest to standing. Now I’m towering over him—hardly. But he just leans back and spreads his legs.

“Anything else you want to ask?”

My eyes immediately drop to his dick. Of course he notices, and of course he doesn’t let it go without acknowledgement.

“You wanna see it?”

God. I’m so pathetic. But yes, I do want to see it. I’ve never seen a penis in real life, but here I am, writing about them all the time.

I nod my head and he just leans back further into the couch as if this is just a regular Friday night for him. Hell, maybe it is. He is known as one of the Renegades biggest players.

“Go ahead.” He tilts his chin up at me. “Take your time.”

Alrighty then…I lower myself to my knees, because really, when am I going to have another opportunity like this with the hottest guy ever giving me full access to his body. I unbutton his jeans and slowly slide the zipper down. Black boxer briefs hide his cock. Hide? That was definitely the wrong word. The thin fabric hardly hides anything because a fully hard dick points itself at me. Right at my face. Taunting me.

I suck in a quick breath. One furtive glance at Pax tells me his eyes are closed, so I just go for it. I pull the waistband of his boxers down and his dick boings free. Like a freaking cartoon sound effect, I swear to God. Boing! And then it’s just there, bobbing in the wind.

“You can touch it,” Pax’s gravelly voice hits my ears. When I look up at him again, his hooded eyes watch me.

I trail my index finger up the backside of his length and down each side. When his leg shudders, I ask, “Is this okay?”

“Yup,” comes his clipped reply.

I’ve read enough romance to know how authors describe a hand job, so I wrap my hand around his girth and slide up.

“How does that feel?” I ask Pax.

“Good.”

I bite my bottom lip. I want to make him feel good. It’s insane to have this kind of power over someone. I also want more answers from him though. “Where do you feel it? For…um…my research.”

“In my balls. Floating up my spine.”

“Close your eyes,” I encourage him. “What does it feel like?”

“Feels hot. Everywhere.”

I’m hot everywhere. And I’m desperate to taste him. I shouldn’t. This is absolute madness. But I ask anyway, “Can I taste you?”

His eyes meet mine and blow wide open at my question, and then his head drops to the back of the couch. “Fuck. Ya.”

With only my reading history, and hormones full of curiosity, I lick him like a lollipop. Up and down. Fuck. He tastes good. Musky. Manly. His groans fill the space between us and he reaches for my tits. Like he knows exactly where my nipple is, he pinches it softly.

And that’s when the research ends and the lust takes over. I suck his tip into my mouth, moaning at the flavor. God, I’m so hot for this guy that I’ve had a crush on forever. I can’t believe I have his cock in my mouth, and I can’t get enough.

He sits up and massages my breasts. When his hand dips lower to unbutton my own jeans, I squirm for a second.

“Can I?” he asks gruffly.

And shit, if I don’t know who’s taken over my body, but I just nod and say, “Mhmmm.” He slides my jeans down my thighs and pulls me up on his chest.

“Come sit on my face.”