Page 70 of A Fool's Game

His hand hovers just over my asshole, I can feel the heat from his skin on my own. He uses one hand to pull my cheeksapart and smacks me there with the side of his other hand, short and sharp. I squirm but he holds my hips tightly, winding up and smacking me again.

“She likes it back there?”

“Sure does.”

“You like it back there,” I taunt, spitting my own long hair from my mouth and trying to shift enough to get a good view of him.

Taylor responds by smacking me on my wet pussy, the wet slap echoing in the silent room. Both men erupt in pleased murmurs at the sound, so he does it again and again.

I briefly wonder if I’m allowed to come.

Then I wonder if I could stop myself if I tried.

“Taylor, I’m going to come.”

He grunts in satisfaction and gives me his whole hand immediately, filling my pussy with so many fingers it stretches me open, landing his little finger on my clit.

I scream into the mattress as he works me. The thought of Ainsley in that chair, watching me and not being allowed to touch himself, awakens a whole new wave of pleasure, and I ride it, need for oxygen be damned.

Taylor stops too soon, and I squirm toward him, but his hand isn’t there. I pull one of my own free and try to snake it up between my own legs, just to press that last moment of pleasure from myself, but he catches my wrist and flips me roughly to my back.

“You don’t touch what’s mine,” he growls, hovering over me like a demon I summoned with my dirty thoughts.

“What’s ours,” he corrects himself, clearly talking to the other man in the room, although he never takes his eyes off me. “What do you think, pretty boy? Should I let her touch it?”

“No. I wantto do it.”

Taylor does shift his gaze then, shooting dragon worthy spires of fire from his pupils to where Ainsley still sits obediently on the chair.

“You just made her come. It’s my turn,” Ainsley argues his case, all pretense apparently evaporated with my orgasm.

“I’m not sure this is a taking turns kind of situation, lover boy.”

“Don’t you want to watch? Don’t you want to sit here and watch me touch her?”

I can tell from Ainsley’s tone that he already knows the answer. We all know the damn answer.

Taylor tosses my wrist onto the bed over my head, and I let it land, watching wide eyed as a fantasy I didn’t even realize I had comes to life right before me.

He crawls off the bed and stands, tall, naked, and glorious, next to the chair, glaring down at Ainsley. “If you need help, I’ll be right here.”

“I don’t need help,” Ainsley mutters, mostly to himself, as he rises from the chair and crawls up to take his place over me on the bed.

I almost laugh at the sudden sea change. The eager, surprised, slightly overwhelmed look in Ainsley’s eyes as he straddles my hips and hovers over me makes my heart swell. His adorable pink cheeks as he bites his lip and reaches for my body make me want to open for him like a flower.

“You are so beautiful,” he says, trailing the fingers of one hand down my cheek, my chin, my collarbone.

He kisses me and smiles while his lips are pressed to mine, spreading a smile over my own.

This is exactly what I’ve been dreaming of. The soft and hard. The light and dark. The sweet and spicy.

How did I ever manage to get this lucky?

“I saw how wet you got when you came. You know what I was thinking?”

I bite my lip and shake my head. His words are slow and deliberate, making me wonder if this is the first time he’s ever talked dirty. It’s adorable and so fucking hot. Whatever this man has been hiding inside all these years, I think I’m about to see it unleashed.

“I was thinking, I want to be inside her. Can I?—”

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