Page 52 of Dirty Roulette
“Give me that.” I get off the chair. She is clicking random buttons and doing something in my settings. I reach for a common tickle spot above her waist and her cute laugh fills the kitchen.
“Okay, okay.” She swats a hand at me to stop. “Here.” The phone is tossed back to me. “That’s payback for the hickey!” When I turn on the screen, the wallpaper is the damn selfie of her flipping off the camera. For what it’s worth, I think I’ll leave it there.
“Cute... What time do you have class?” I ask and lean against the armrests supporting my weight.
“At ten...”
“Oh... I think I’ll skip gym and tutor you in math. You’re coming with me!” I tug her wrist, pulling her off the chair.
“What the hell!” She yells with her hair falling across her face as I throw her over my shoulder. Little fists bang on my back. “Put me down!” She laughs and kicks her feet as I carry her through the hallway. I get to my room and use a foot to slam the door shut. “This doesn’t feel like tutoring. What are you doing?” She squeals.
“This.” I toss her to the bed with a thud. Then grab her by the ankles and pull her up against my waist. I run a hand over her cheek. One look into her eyes and I’m lost. She swings an arm around my neck and my mouth is on hers. Kissing and biting her bottom lip before her tongue tangles with mine.
Payton grinds her lower body in an agitated rhythm and the heat of her groin scorches my thigh. She’s violent, and my heart thumps wildly in my chest. She is minty and I can’t help but flip her hair awayfrom her neck and suck on her skin. Her teeth sink into my shoulder blade, and a whiff of her fruity shampoo greets me.
“You’re going to give me another hickey,” she whimpers out and her sweet, soft moan promptly turns my cock to granite.
“I’ll get rid of this one, too. But I want to kiss you somewhere else.”
Wicked thoughts run through my mind on all the things I want to do to her. It’s five minutes past seven, and if I’m skipping gym I have two hours to waste. Making her come again sounds like an excellent use of my time.
“Get rid of this.” Fisting the bottom of her shirt, I rip it over her head and throw it onto the floor. I fall back to her lips. “No bra again?” I say in the middle of her soft tongue brushing against mine.
“No.”
“Are you doing this on purpose?” I take a handful of her breast, she’s like velvet and I’m hard. I’ve never seen such a perfect body.
“Maybe.” I run a hand down her chest and soak in the gorgeous view of her pink nubs.“Do you want this?”
With my heart pounding in my ears, I reach to the seam of her leggings, ready to tear them down to her knees. “Fuck, Ryder,” she arches her back practically humping my thigh.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
With a heel, she kicks off her Converse and the leggings are on the edge of the bed. Silky nude panties beg me to tear them off with my teeth. I’m not nice to them either and tangle them in a fist. With a quick tear, they’re gone. I grasp her hips and push her closer to me. I spread her legs further apart and bury my head in paradise. Brushing and kissing her wet opening makes her hips rock against my mouth as I ease a tongue over her clit.
“Oh my god, what are you doing?” She whimpers.
“I told you I wanted to kiss you.” I lick, and damn she’s sweet and tastes so good.
With her hands tangled in my hair, she grinds my mouth in a slow rhythm. Her eyes mist over in pleasure and her innocence pants out a sweet sound. I suckle and lick all over, doing everything but putting my mouth on her swollen bud.
My dick aches at the sound she makes as I play around with her like a cat does with its food. Toying with it, tempting it over the edge but not giving her the finale she’s begging for.
When I feel her reaching the top of the mountain, I pull away, not ready to give her the gratification. She pissed me off and this is the nicest way for me to get my point across that she’s a pain.
I pull my sweatpants off, and she looks at me feverishly as she props herself up with an elbow. Her eyes are mixed with confusion and temptation. I grab her right hand and guide her like last night. She massages my hard-on. “I want you to try.”
“Try?”
“Open your mouth, and jerk me off.” She props up, sits on her knees, and pumps my dick harder. I realize she needs to be rewarded, so I run my fingers down her belly, find her opening, and stroke her slowly before dipping two fingers inside her. She’s so tight.
She dips her head back and pants out, “Don’t stop, oh my god,” before she reels herself in, opening her mouth and taking in my length. She’s tickling the head of my cock with her tongue, stroking me, and I’m about to lose it. Her mouth is warm, her tongue working me perfectly.
“Yeah, just like that.” I’m seeing stars. She’s getting sloppy and wet. She is a natural. I take a fistful of her hair, showing her the slow rhythm I want, thrusting gently, and soaking up the sight of her blowing me.
The longer she milks it, the better the outcome. I massage her harder, finding her clit, circling it, and thrusting my fingers back inside her. She fucks my hand as if her life depends on reaching the end. She breaks off, sucking me, panting, but within seconds my dick slides in and out of her mouth again.
“Mmm...coming,” I barely breathe out the warning in time. There is no way for me to hold in my release. It’s sizzling at the tip of my dick and exploding right into her mouth. “Oh, shit Payton.” Her eyes steam over as she pulls her lips off my dick and swallows my juices like it’s frosting.
