Page 25 of Strike & Score
I’m gone from the house when he gets back from his away game, and I make sure to stay at the library until nightfall. I’m a little surprised he doesn’t reach out to find out where I am like he owns me or has any right to know.
He also didn’t say anything about what he came home to,and the silence is unnerving. Even when I get back to the house, I’m expecting a bigger response from him, but he’s just in his room with the music blasting. I scurry to my room, shutting myself in and letting out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
Colin doesn’t try to come into my room or contact me. It only makes me even more anxious not knowing what to expect from him. He’s like a predator stalking me in the darkness. I can feel he’s there, but there’s nothing I can do about it.
Unless I attack first.
I wait until the house is quiet. I’m sure he’s tired after the travel and his game which is what makes this even more perfect. As quietly as I can, I take one of his belts I also stole while he was gone and make my way into his room. I don’t want to risk waking him up before I’m ready.
I tip toe to his bed, looking down at him in the dark room. He’s lying on his back, shirtless with a body that I have no choice but to admire. He’s built to perfection, and as much as what I’m about to do is revenge, I’m going to enjoy giving in just this little bit. The little bit that keeps me in control.
Now the hard part. I carefully move his hands up above his head, looping the belt around them and to the bed frame. He stirs slightly and I know if he wakes up I’m fucked. Luckily, I’m able to secure his wrists above his head without him waking up.
Now the fun begins.
I straddle his waist, settling my weight on his hips and swivel, making him groan. His cock starts to harden under me. I bite back the noise of pleasure that wants to come out of my throat at the feeling.
Even though I don’t have whipped cream like he did, I lean forward to lick the planes of his chest, tasting the salt from hisskin and he groans, mumbling as I trail up to his neck. It’s when I sink my teeth into his ear he fully wakes up.
“What the fuck?” He jostles me, and I sit up to steady myself.
“Good morning,” I taunt with a smile as he tries to get his hands free.
When he seems to realize what’s going on he settles back, and gives me a lazy look. “I wouldn’t mind waking up to this more often. I don’t know what your plan is, but I like it.”
“You won’t be saying that for long.”
I slide down on his body, hooking my fingers in his waistband and pulling his boxers down to his mid thighs. I can’t help but quickly admire the viper tattoo he has wrapping around his thigh. The mouth is open, it should be intimidating, but it only adds to his appeal. However, what is intimidating is his hard dick that bobs free. My mouth still waters at the sight. Even though this won’t end how he thinks it’s going to, I’ll enjoy getting to satisfy some of my curiosity. Especially when I wrap my hand around his length tight enough to make him grunt.
“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but in no world will I not like this.”
“What if I told you about what it was like when I’ve done this before,” I tease, squeezing around him, moving my fist even as he tenses. “Or I could show you what I learned about using my mouth.”
I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, and squeeze even harder making him grunt right before a low growl sounds at the back of his throat. He fights the restraints on his wrists, and I suddenly feel like it might not take very much for him to get free.
“I swear to fucking god, Mayson. You’d better not talk about some other guys cock while mine is in your hand.”
“What’re you going to do about it?” I move over him again. This time my hips move as well, and the friction from his thigh between them sends a shock through me I wasn’t expecting. The feeling has me wanting to do it again, but I don’t want to lose my focus too much. This isn’t about me and what my traitorous body wants. This is about playing him at his own game.
“I already told you I’d kill anyone else that has touched you.”
“Guess you’re going to have some blood on your hands then,” I say calmly, while I try not to appreciate the feel of him in my hand, and the friction from rubbing myself on his thigh.
He tugs at the restraints once again. I try to distract him by sliding down so my mouth is hovering over his tip.
“I could get out of this, you know?” He raises an eyebrow in my direction.
I stick my tongue out, licking along his slit to taste the salty pre-cum there. “Then why don’t you?”
“Because you’ll stop, and I’m really curious to see how far you’re going to take this.”
I hum, and I’m curious how far I’m going to take it too because I was planning on driving him to the edge. But at the single taste and the ache that I’ve created between my thighs just by rubbing against him has me wanting to push it a little more.
I wrap my lips around the tip of him, keeping my eyes up to watch his reaction. He groans out the hottest,“fuck,” I think I’ve ever heard as he watches me.
While yes, I’ve technically done this once before, I was interrupted, ironically, by this man right here. He doesn’t know it, but he came home and Devon then had to sneak out of the house because I didn’t want to clean up any blood.
But this is different in so many ways. For one, Colin ishuge. He’s huge in a way that’s concerning for my safety. But I’m nota quitter, and if anything I run on spite and the desire to drive him crazy. Or just plain desire.
