Page 118 of Dirty Roulette
“It’s not going to...” I breathe the words into her mouth, “but we gotta get out.”
“You promise...” she bites my bottom lips with a kiss.
“Promise what, cutie...” Another kiss, her tongue tangled and mixed with mine. I’m not even breathing at this point.
“To make love to me.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I have to pull away. I ease her down until her soft feet find the tub floor, and I turn off the dial. Payton pulls the curtain aside and instantly goosebumps prickle every inch of her arms. She grabs the clean towel on the counter wrapping it around herself. When I step out dripping wet, her pupils dilate and look sleepy. There is something different about her gaze. Those eyes bore into me like she was really looking at me for the first time. My soul in its entirety was thrown into a glass house for her to do whatever she pleases.
“You sure?” I ask.
“Stop asking me that.” Her head falls to my biceps, pecking me with her lips.
“Come on.” I wrap the towel hanging on the rack around my waist and I crack open the bathroom door. Frigid air meets my face, with water skidding down my cheeks.
Interlocking my fingers with hers, we race into my room, and I lock the door behind me. Taking in a deep breath, I unplug my cell from the charger, swallowing hard as I switch on the camera. A painful thump in my chest boils down to my stomach, as the red button for the video stares at me like the forbidden tree holding the fruit that cursed me here to begin with.
I press the button, and the seconds beat red on the screen like my heart. The steps I take are heavy as I prop the phone on my dresser, where there is a clear view of the bed. Payton leans into my ear. “I’m going to play some music...” Soft lips kiss me on the cheek as she finds my Bluetooth speaker, fiddling with it and her phone.
It’s not too loud to give it away to Jared and Nick what we are up to. The bass pounds, the guitar plays heavy chords, and the vocalist’s voice is deep, haunting, and ethereal. I think my soul left my body.
“Who’s this?” I ask.
“Sleep Token... they say it’s baby-making music.”
She empties my lungs with those words and chuckles. When I turn to her, the flame of the candle in the room flickers in her irises. I swallow the rock stuck in my throat. She shimmies out of the wet towel, and it plops to the floor. My hard-on might stab a hole through my towel. She breaks my brain, and it turns into complete mush. Wet uncombed hair drips down her hard pink nipples and down her pale skin. I’ve never loved someone like this. My chest cavity might burst with how hard she makes my heart beat. It doesn’t beat like this foranyone; it beats like this for her, and it is different from any girl ever looking in my direction.
My thumb rests on the bottom of her swollen, rosy lips. “I love you, I can’t stop saying it. I love you so much.” Not wanting to waste another second, I kiss her again. Both of my hands coil around her neck and into her wet hair, as she lets me sink in against her dripping body.
My towel falls on its own to the floor, and we walk in reverse. I don’t remember my nerves ever sky-rocketing in every direction like this. I’m nervous. I can’t untangle myself from the thoughts of wanting to make her feel like she’s in heaven but also wanting to not hurt her at the same time.
You know how you don’t go to Denny’s but wind up there with twenty dollars in your pocket and a broken life at two in the morning? If she runs away because I fuck up this moment, I’m going to wind up being that guy. Every day.
Moonlight bleeds into the room, bathing her pale, flawless skin as I stretch her out on the sheets. I easily wedge myself between her legs. She brushes her wet opening along my length, and I groan. With one hand, I massage her perfect breasts, and my lips tease her other taut pink nipple, rolling them with my tongue. Payton’s hips begin to thrash against me.
My lips trail up her collarbone to her neck and bite down on the sweet spot that makes her heartbeat noticeable through her artery. Branding her neck seems to be my trademark. Her hips rock as I touch her, and I’m deliberate as I press my length hard against her. “You’re so beautiful.”
Sitting up slightly, I wrap my hands around her hips, sliding her to the edge of the bed, and I drop down to my knees.
Something has taken over me. My head leans against her inner thigh, my heart hurting as I brush a hand on her silky skin. Perfection has always been in front of me for over a decade.
Exploding opal eyes eat me up. She steals all the oxygen particles from my lungs. They bore at me with a rawness I can’t shake off. I grasp her hips, and steady her before peppering the sensitive skin of her inner thigh with kisses and slowly go down, not missing a single inch of her skin.
The second my tongue strokes in and out over her opening, she moans out, “Sebastian.” I’ve never liked to be called by my first name, but hearing it with her breathless voice makes me hope she never stops. Her legs already tangle me into a headlock. “You’re gonna make me...” Every long, lazy lick summons a whimper, a moan, her breathy sighs, and my name coming off of her lips. My brain goes hazy, and I see black dots. She’s going to make me explode just from the way she sounds. Her legs clamp down on my head, with her back arching. I pull away.
“No..no! Don’t stop!” she begs as I drag my tongue along my lips, and she’s all I can taste.
“Oh, cutie, we’ve barely started.” I spread her thighs back open, kissing her skin, licking a trail back to her sweet opening.
“Oh my god.” She moans, pushing her hips into my face as she continuously breathes out my name in heavy bursts. I catch her clit, drawing my lips to suckle her, lick her, teasing it with my tongue until she makes that sweet sound under her breath. She digs her fingers into the sheets, rocking into my face. Her thighs wrestle me back into that chokehold. I’m unable to breathe as I suck on her and attempt to open her legs a bit for me to take a breath, but it’s too late. She’s climaxing. Her little whimpers force my heartbeat to drop to my dick, and it throbs. When her shudders calm down, I trail my lips over her thighs again before I pick myself up.
Crawling on the bed, I hover over her and run a thumb on her crimson cheeks. My lips brush a gentle kiss across her forehead like I’ve done every summer, every holiday, every time I saw her since eighth grade.
Leaning over, I pull open the drawer on my nightstand. The golden box fumbles in my hand, and I tear it open. The rope of condoms unfolds and I take one off, rip it open with my teeth, and hand it to her.
Both brows of hers lift with a sweet giggle. “Ultra ribbed.”
“For her pleasure.” I smile and peck her on the lips. She pulls out the condom and tosses the wrapper on the floor. With an elbow, she props herself up, studying it too hard in her fingertips. “Like this...” I brush my hand along hers and guide her fingers so it unrolls smoothly over my length. The nervous giggles match my trembling hands clenching her ass. I lift her, and her slender legs grip my hips.
