Page 51 of Play With Me
“Shit, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Yeah,” he murmurs, and then raps his knuckles against the table. “I have to get this back to the house, but I’ll see you around?”
I nod, and he stands up, reaching out and squeezing the back of my neck before telling Maya it was nice to meet her.
Then he stalks out of the restaurant without a backward glance, leaving me to squirm under Maya’s knowing gaze.
“He’s hot. I get why you’re bottoming for him.”
“I’m not bottoming.”
“Totally are, butthead.”
I can say nothing to deny it.
Iama bottom.
And Colton is gonna prove it to me.
When I walk outside after saying bye to Maya, I see Colton waiting by the curb.
“What are you still doing here?” I ask.
“Forgot that a friend dropped me off. My driver is busy. Wanna give me a ride back?”
The way he glances shyly at me has my cock perking up.
“Yeah, all right.”
I lead him to where I parked, and when we get into the car and I start driving, Colton pipes up.
“Your sister is cool. I’d like to have siblings like that. Not that I’m gonna meet the other ones, right?”
I stare at him. “I didn’t mean it like that…they’re…it’s not you. It’s them. They’re overwhelming and too much.”
“At least you have them. You’re lucky.”
“Yeah, I guess,” I say as I turn through a residential area and then make my way to the frat house. When I park and turn the ignition off, I want so badly for him to get out of the car.
And invite me up.
But he doesn’t move. He just leans forward and strokes the dashboard of my car, staring at his palm as if inspecting it for dust.
“You should clean this better,” he tells me, and my lips turn down.
“Fuck off. Get out of my car and stop judging me. I gave you a ride home from the restaurant and this is how you fucking talk to me?”
He turns to look at me, wiping his hand on his pants. “I do appreciate the ride home. I didn’t mean to insult you.” My hands clench the steering wheel, and he wets his lips, reaching over and touching my dick over my pants. “I can make it up to you.”
“You have food you need to eat,” I whisper, trying like hell not to groan. I know exactly how he’ll make it up to me.
“I can put it in the fridge. I’d much rather snack on your dick.”
That makes my head fall back and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
But we’re interrupted by obnoxious laughing as a few guys move toward the car. Colton’s hand leaves my dick, and he places it on his lap instead, staring forward until they pass.
“Come up,” he says. “Come up with me.”
