Page 44 of A Fool's Game

But if competition is what the asshole wants, competition is what he’ll get.

Taylor pulls his fingers out of Gem’s pussy, and I watch them slide, wet and glistening, down her leg as he leans in to press his tongue inside of her.

And I lose my mind.

I don’t even do the math to figure out if both of our heads are going to fit between her legs before I dive down,sucking her clit straight into my mouth and smiling just a little to myself when she screams.

Victory.

With my mouth on her clit and Taylor still tongue-fucking her entrance, our heads are pressed right up against each other. I can feel the stubble of his beard rubbing against my hair as he moves.

As if ignoring him completely in this position was an option, it’s what I go for, doing my absolute best to give Gem the best clit action of her life, sliding the broadside of my tongue over and making the tip sharp to tease her on the way back.

Maybe it’s because I’m trying so hard to pretend there isn’t a face pressed up against mine that I don’t realize his tongue is drifting into my territory until I slide my own tongue over it.

I pull my tongue back quickly but manage to keep myself from freaking out, taking a deep breath and getting on with business.

But he doesn’t let up.

“Stop it, man,” I mutter under my breath as I catch his tongue sneaking back up around her clit.

He huffs out a laugh but doesn’t stop.

Deciding maybe he wants to switch sides, I take a card from his deck and slide my own tongue down until I can feel the soft depths of her entrance. It’s so much wetter down here and the salty sweetness of her goes straight to my cock, making my eyes roll back a bit and a moan escape my lips.

It’s through my parted lips that Taylor’s tongue sneaks once more.

I don’t notice in time and close my mouth around it, the taste of her blending with the taste of him and…

I sit straight up. “What the fuck, man?”

Taylor just grins at me from between her legs, capturing all the territory now that my head isn’t in his way.

Without giving a thought to the consequences, I lean forward and shove him hard with both hands on his shoulders.

I catch him off guard, and he falls backwards—right off the bed.

The thunk of him hitting the wood floor should feel like a victory, but it’s short lived.

As I watch, he flies back over the edge of the bed and tackles me full on, both of us crashing to the floor.

I hit the ground hard, the wind knocked out of me as my upper back connects with the wood, but I don’t give him the upper hand. I push on his shoulders once more as he pins me to the ground and rolls us so he’s now flat on his back and I’m straddling his hips, glaring down into his face.

His very amused face.

“If you wanted to be on top, pretty boy, you should have just said so.”

I give him one last shove and use the momentum to stand up, frustrated, embarrassed, and totally over this.

I tuck my folded jeans and boxers under my arm and head for the door without taking a second to look for the rest of my clothes. It’s going to be a cold walk home with just a parka over my bare chest, but it’s worth it to get the hell out of here.

“Ainsley.” Taylor’s voice comes out like a scolding. A taunt.

I just shake my head and escape the dark room without a single backward glance, slamming the door behind me.

I take the first breath in what feels like five minutes when the soft golden glow of the hallway lights hit me, and I’m able to finally focus my vision.

Or maybe not.

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