Page 115 of Brainwashed
“Iknow.” I lean in closer, and this timeheswallows visibly. “Guys give way better head.”
I witness his teeth clenching together, his fiery gaze burning into mine. “That’s never been proven.”
My heart is flying behind my ribs as my pinky slinks, reaching out to subtly graze his. “I’ll give you proof. Name the time and place, Dr.Love.”
Our eyes are gripping each other’s, flames of frustration coming from him and lust coming from me, clashing in an explosion of fire and ice. I’m shivering from head to toe, but I stand my ground. I don’t move, I just sit in front of him, trembling, waiting for him to make the next move. His inevitable shutdown.
But instead, his eyes fall to my mouth.
Then he sits back on the couch, snatching his hand away from mine. “You have five minutes.”
My heart stops so fast I hear a record scratch.
“W-what?” I stammer, eyelashes flickering in my state of confusion.
“You heard me,” he growls. “Prove it. You have five minutes. If you can get me off that fast, then you win.”
My mind is racing as fast as my pulse. “What do I win…?”
He gives me an austere look. “Bragging rights.”
“I want more than that.” I shake my head.
I can see him considering things, and I wish like hell I could hear what he’s considering.
“I’ll bring you more Chinese food. Final offer.”
“You have to eat it with me,” I demand, and he makes a low sound that gives my dick a jump.
“Fine,” he hisses. “But if I win, you have to stop hitting on me.”
“This is an odd way to make that happen,” I point out, and he’s not amused.
“Your time starts now,” he chirps, then sits back.
“W-wait. What?? Hold on, I’m not ready.” I shuffle closer to him.
“You’re really hurting your cause here, Felix.” He smirks. I don’t even have time to enjoy it.
Okay, focus. You’ve got this.
Remember that time you got Travis off in two minutes? Just do that again and you’re golden.
But when I go to make a move, I’m weighted in place. This isDr. Love… I don’t know how to seduce him. He’s a heterosexual humanoid from another planet. And he’s mocking me with his impatient glare… Practically checking his watch.
Fuck, I can’t do this.
No. Ican. I can do this.
Sucking in a breath, I scoot closer, dropping my hand on the other side of his hips. His amusement falls away, and he looks…nervous? It can’t be.
“Can I kiss you?” I plead on a whisper, inching myself even closer, eyes on his mouth becausegoddamnit looks so sweet.
“No,” he seethes. “That wasn’t part of the agreement. You’re at four minutes, Felix. You’re wasting time.”
My hands are shaking as I fall to my knees on the floor, positioning myself between his parted legs. I push them apart farther and his Adam’s apple bobs.
Quickly and with quivering fingers, I unbuckle his belt, then unzip his pants. And he isn’t helping me at all. He’s just sitting there like a statue while I attempt to move his clothes enough to get his dick out.
