Page 51 of Reckless Little Game

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“That’s what you’re thinking about right now?”

“Tell me you fucking locked it.”

“So afraid,” he murmurs before pushing his fingers in deeper, making me gasp. He drags his fingertips along my prostate and my cock jumps again.Christ.Nothing in the world has the right to feel that good.

“Sevan,” I say in a broken whisper and he squeezes tight on my hip.

“Wait ‘til my cock is inside you if you’re going to say my name like that. I like it too much.”

I swallow hard.

He’s enjoying this just as much as I am.

Guess I’m at least a little better than a thoughtless fuck at a party.

“Just fuck me.”

He hums. “I did lock the door, by the way, but I’m wondering if I should go open it wide, instead. Let them hear you calling out my name.”

“I’ll hurt you.”

He lets out a satisfied groan. “Wish you would.”

“Then quit going easy on me. Asked you to fuck me, not treat me like I’m fragile.”

He pauses. “Is that right?”

“Yes,” I try to say confidently, and it ends up sounding like a broken whisper.

He pulls his fingers out a little then slowly pushes them back in again.

“Then maybe I want to tease you, instead. Would you beg for me, Weston?”

“You know I wouldn’t.”

He pushes deeper. A moan escapes my mouth before I can force myself quiet, and I feel my face heating up. I’m giving away how much this is actually affecting me, and both of us know it.

Damn it.

“Pretty sure I could make you.”

His free hand comes around to give my cock a firm, tight squeeze, and the feeling in combination with him beingliterally inside meis nearly too much.

I feel a wave of sensation forming in me, so much at once, and something comes loose inside me.

I can’t come yet.

I need more of this.

Need you to give me your cock so that I’ll be the only guy you’ve ever fucked, and you have to live with that memory of me, forever, etched in your mind.

“God,” I utter, moving a hand to push his fist off of my dick before I lose control and accidentally come in his hand.

“You want to come for methatbadly.”

“It’s not that serious,” I toss back at him, my voice coming out with more bite than I expected.

“Okay, Sheriff. It’s not that serious.”