Page 15 of Loving Ohio

Glancing at him, I raise a questioning brow and line up my first shot. “You ever sucked cock before, hot shot?”

“Nah, but it can't be too hard if Taylor's so good at it.”

Clink. The ring bounces off the bottle and lands on the floor, my aim thrown off by his words.

What the fuck? Has Taylor sucked him off before? My chest burns with something uncomfortable at the thought.

“Nice one,” he snorts, oblivious to where my head just went as he lines up his shot—and lands it perfectly.

Shit.

“Shut up,” I mutter, grabbing another, focusing this time. Just a little more arc, a little more oomph, more—

Clink. Miss. Fuck.

“It's like you want to suck my dick or something,” Christian snickers, pulling his arm back for another throw.

I lean close to whisper in his ear, “Maybe because I do.” And the image of Taylor with your dick in his mouth is seriously pissing me off.

Clink. Bounce.

He glares at me, pupils blown wide as he crosses his arms. “You cheating fucker.”

With a wink, I roll my shoulders before taking another ring. Being this tall comes in handy sometimes, and I extend my arm, rolling my wrist slightly.

The ring hits the lip of the nearest bottle and spins away, rolling over the glass until it hula-hoops around the neck of another one, landing the shot. Yes. “Now, we’re one for one.”

“Final throw,” he says, spinning the ring around his finger with a sideways glance. “And no playing dirty this time, asshole.”

I raise my hands in surrender before steepling them under my chin. My tongue pokes out to toy with my lip piercing, drawing his attention, and he scoffs as he flicks his hand without even looking.

The damn ring lands with a clink, no effort even given—and it makes my dick twitch. That was sexy as hell.

Christian just stares, barely containing his laughter while I exhale slowly through my nose. “This game is fucking rigged.”

“Or you just suck.”

A slow smile pulls at my mouth. “Oh, I definitely suck, and I'm pretty good at it.”

Better than your best fucking friend.

His throat flexes with a swallow, knuckles nudging his crotch like he's trying to keep from getting hard, but it's useless. There's a noticeable bulge.

Huffing a laugh, I grab my last ring, determined to sink the shot. This time, I really focus, angling the throw just right, all my thoughts centered around getting Christian Totillo on his knees, the sounds he'll make when he gags for me, his tongue flicking my piercing—

Clink.

The ring hits the rim before rolling off as my cock shoots to full attention at the fantasy. Son of a bitch.

“Praise baby Jesus.” Christian grabs my wrist suddenly, yanking me away from the booth and into the crowd before I can even respond.

I don’t really know where he's taking me, nor do I care. I’m too distracted by the fact that he's so eager to have me suck him off that he's practically skipping.

The RV is clear on the other side of the fairgrounds, and I think he realizes that when he screeches to a stop, my chest colliding with his back. He curses in Spanish under his breath.

Laughing into his ear, I wrap my arm around him, flattening my hand over his stomach. “What's the rush, hot shot? We can always hang out after the show–”

“And give you a chance to change your mind? Fuck, no.”