Page 97 of A Fool's Game

Taylor releases my shirt with a shove and slides one hand roughly up the side of my face and into my hair, curling until he’s got a tight fistful.I can’t breathe waiting to find out where his other hand is heading.

He doesn’t make me wait long.

His palm hits the front of my shorts just hard enough to make me gasp. I squeeze my eyes closed, waiting for him to grip me, but he doesn’t.When I reopen them, Taylor’s dark, glittering eyes are boring into mine.

“How do you think it makes me feel knowing I make this dick so hard you can barely stand it.” He grazes his palm over my tip, and I clench my teeth to stifle a moan. “But you only give it to her?”

His hand slides over my crotch again, and I buck forward just the slightest bit against my own will.

“Taylor—”

“I like it when you say my name, pretty boy.”

My eyes fall closed, and it’s all I can do to keep my mouth from hanging open as I pant for breath.

Taylor doesn’t let up on me a bit.

“Did you like touching me last night?”

I hold my breath to avoid answering.

“You don’t have to say it. I know you did. You came all over my leg like a fucking dog.”

He hooks one of his thumbs through the waistband of my shorts and retightens his grip on my hair. I’m so hot, it’s incredible I haven’t spontaneously combusted.

“It doesn’t have to be like that, you know. In secret while you pretend it’s not happening. I’ll touch you anytime you want. All you have to do is ask.”

With his cheek resting against mine, I can feel his breath on my neck. My eyes squeezed closed, my mind serving up imagesof what it would be like if he kissed me right now. My dick jumps and Taylor lets out a soft laugh.

“What do you say? Are you going to ask?”

“Yes,” the word escapes in a rush of breath, strangled and barely audible.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, touch me.”

His hand is in my shorts before I even finish the last word, gripping tightly around my cock.

I do cry out then, shamelessly bucking forward into his hand as he pumps me.

This is going to last five seconds, and I don’t want that. “Slower,” I beg.

Taylor’s grip lightens as he purrs into my ear. “I don’t always like being ordered around. But I think I like it from you.”

I groan and try to look away but his grip on my hair keeps my face pressed against his.

This is when I should let go.I’m standing here, being handed everything I’ve ever wanted but have been too chicken to ask for. I have the perfect woman, the perfect man, and both of them seem to love me.

I know I love them.

Why can’t I just let this be enough?

I need to do something to dispel the tension threatening to drown me, say something to burst open the fortress of my chest cavity and let all this fire out.

“I want to kiss you.” It’s not what I planned to say, but it’s too late to take it back now.

“What are you waiting for?”

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