Page 74 of The Taskmaster
I paused for a moment, then sat down and turned to face him.
“Am I gonna get the chance to win this time?” I asked, and he held my gaze as he replied, “This one is a total winner for you. But first, we need to relax a bit.”
He reached down into the carrier bag he’d brought in and pulled out two bottles of beer. “Got a bottle opener?”
“Of course.” I stood up and went to the kitchen, took the bottle opener out of my drawer and walked back in. “Isn’t it a bit early to start drinking?” I asked as I sat down and passed him the bottle opener. I wasn’t resisting that hard.
He looked at the watch on his wrist, then shrugged. “It’s five o’clock somewhere. And both of us have the afternoon off. It seems a shame to spoil it.”
We started to drink, and before I knew it, it was getting dark outside and I had drunk way too much.
Chapter Forty
ISAIAH
Bringing the beers from the empty apartment had been a spur-of-the-moment thing, but I was glad I did. I never thought I’d be sharing a beer with another human being. I hadn’t done it before; it was something other people did. I wasn’t really the sit-down-with-others-and-shoot-the-breeze-over-drinks kind of guy. I was more a shoot-them-dead guy, but surprises were springing up from every angle these days. And I had another first with Abigail to add to the list.
The more she drank, the cuter she got, with her rosy, red cheeks and innocent little giggles.
“You’re a bad influence,” she sniggered, pointing her finger at me, before taking another sip of her beer and emptying the bottle.
“Never claimed to be anything else,” I replied, and I fixed her with a stare to let her know it was time to take things up a notch.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” The blush on her cheeks spread to her neck, and when she licked her lips, I knew I was done for.
“Like what, Abigail?” I lifted my bottle and drained it as I kept my eyes on her. Then I put it on the coffee table and sat back, placing my arm on the back of the sofa.
“Like you’re about to eat me?”
I couldn’t stop the smirk on my face from spreading wider, and with hooded eyes, I glared back at her. “It’s funny you should say that, because I haven’t told you what game we’re playing yet.”
She swallowed, nervously peeling the label off the empty bottle she was holding. I reached forward and took the bottle from her hands, placing it next to mine on the table.
“Go on,” she said, and I watched her for a moment, savouring the feeling of being totally at ease with another person. So at ease, that I didn’t want to hold back anymore.
“This game is called How Many.”
She frowned. “How Many what?”
I slid across the sofa to move closer, and my desperation for her felt like a palpable entity. My need a fire that was sparking between us, making me feel alive. I knew she felt it too, I could tell by the way her eyes grew wider as she gave a sharp intake of breath and stared back at me, waiting.
“How many orgasms I can give you in one night,” I said, putting it out there. I wasn’t going to filter myself or hold back.
“That sounds like an... interesting game.” She hiccupped, and I narrowed my gaze, asking her, “Are you sober enough to do this? Consent is important to me.”
She nodded, biting her lip.
“I’m sober enough to say yes.” She held her thumb and forefinger together, leaving a tiny space between them. “And this tipsy to know I want to play your crazy game.”
“That’s good to know,” I replied, manoeuvring myself, forcing her to lie back on the sofa so I could hover over her. I leaned into her, inhaling the delicious scent of her neck as Iwhispered, “I want to find out every way I can make you scream. I want to touch, taste, and fuck you until your whole body is shaking, you lose control, and I become...”
“The master?” She finished the sentence for me.
“Exactly.”
I started to kiss her, stroking my tongue against hers as my hand slid from her thigh up to her waist. She kissed me back, giving the sexiest moans as she did, moans that made my balls ache and my dick throb. If she kept it up, I’d be coming in my pants.
I trailed kisses from her mouth to her neck, sucking on her delicious skin, and then moved slowly down her chest to her tits. She was wearing a white blouse with buttons up the front, and I sat up, taking either side of the blouse in my hands and ripped it open. The buttons flew everywhere, and I watched as she panted, her chest rising and falling as she waited to see what I’d do next.
