Page 100 of A Fool's Game

Taylor’s eyes narrow as he presses his head forward, slipping my tip past the opening of his throat. It's enough to get me started, and I don’t stop, holding his head tightly in both fists as I drive myself down. The sound that escapes my mouth as I watch my dick disappear into Taylor’s face, as I feel my tip and then my shaft sliding into the depths of him, is foreign and animalistic. I pull out and slam back in harder.

I pull out and watch him gasp for air, head hanging heavy in my grasp.

“Too much for you?” I ask, surprised by how evil my voice sounds.

He shakes his head, unable to speak.

I fuck into him again, our eyes locked in a silent conversation as my mouth hangs so far open a small string of drool falls slowly from my lips, landing on his cheekbone.

He’s bowed for me, taking me, letting me exorcize something I hadn’t even realized was burning inside me. Every thrust takes me closer to the moment when I get to fill his body with myself. The moment when I will live inside him forever.

The man already lives inside me. Inside my mind and my thoughts.

My balls smack against his chin as I pummel him. “I’m gonna come in your throat.”

He moans his assent, stealing another gasp from me as the sound reverberates down to my bones.

And suddenly, it’s not the only voice I hear.

“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Gemma moans from beside me.

She’s laying with her head at the foot of the bed, propped up on one elbow. I was so wrapped up in fucking Taylor that I didn’t notice her waking up or joining us. Taylor must have seen her coming, though. I wonder how long he’s known.My grip relaxes on his hair as I process the fact that we’re caught.

I’m caught.

He pulls his face free and snarls at her. “Get your vibrator, witch. No touching the men.”

“Oh my god,” she squeals to herself as she rolls off the bed and fetches a small travel vibrator from her open suitcase. The soft hum is barely audible over the waves and the blood pounding in my ears.

“Get on with it, then,” Taylor says to me, shaking me back to where he still kneels between my feet.

My tip grazes his lip, but I hesitate. “I don’t know?—”

“Yes, you do,” Taylor says, grabbing my hands and pulling them roughly back to his head.

He sucks me back into his mouth and the spell from earlier overtakes me once more. I lose control, the edging of our break just enough to make me ravenous for it, careening into Taylor's hot mouth with only one thing in mind.I spill into him with a cry that echoes in the quiet room. I pump and shake and buckle at my core, gasping for breath as every cell in my body turns electric. He swallows me down, his throat tightening over and over with my tip lodged just at the top, a sensation I know I'll be thinking about for the rest of my days.My grip loosens, my hands hitting the side of the bed with two soft thunks.Taylor sits back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and grinning at me. “I knew you had it in you.”

“Fuck,” I mutter, still breathless.

Gemma’s soft breathing from beside me on the bed catches in that telltale way. We both look over just in time to see her eyes squeeze closed as she works herself though a near silent orgasm. Taylor’s hands slide up my knees to rest on my thighs and I cover them with my own but don’t look away from Gemma’s writhing body.When she stills, her eyes meet mine. We blink in silence for a few moments before she rolls to her back, letting out a soft laugh. “I thought I was too drunk to come, but I was wrong.”

“That makes two of us,” Taylor says, all eyes drifting to him as he pushes himself to standing, evidence of his orgasm still dripping from the tip of his cock.

“Jesus, man. You weren’t kidding,” I mutter softly.

My words draw his full attention, and he comes for me, too quickly, sending me scuttling backwards on the mattress to make room for him, rather than opening to take him into my arms, which is what he probably intended.His knees landheavily on the newly opened space, and he leans forward until his face hovers over mine once more, hands planted firmly on either side of mine as I continue to lean back, putting as much space as I can between myself and his heavy breathing. His piercing dark eyes. His mouth.

My gaze drops to that mouth, and I hear myself inhale too sharply. He licks his lips.

Fuck it.

I lurch forward and catch him by surprise, capturing the tip of his tongue before he can react.

The taste of myself still lingers on his lips, the smell of me hovers all around his face, dragging my tortured psyche back to my own teenage years, back when my cock called to my own hands at all hours of the day and night, desperate and insatiable.

Insatiable is exactly how I feel right now.

I pull away from Taylor’s mouth and glance down at where I’m already hard, smiling slightly and shaking my head.

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