Page 51 of Phantom Faceoff
“You think too much.” He lowers his face to my neck, and against my better judgment, I tip my head to give him more space. “Do I need some grand, noble reason for wanting you?”
His lips graze my ear, hot and heavy breath pulsing against my skin.
“Please, Daddy.”
I groan too loud for where we are, and a couple of heads turn our way but quickly disperse.
Could it really be so bad to indulge him? To explore these new feelings with someone open and honest and willing to lay all his cards on the table?
“I have conditions.”
His laugh skirts down my neck. “Of course you do. Lay them on me.”
It’s an awkward position to talk in, but it promises no one will overhear, and I sort of enjoy the heat of his body on mine.
“This isn’t casual. We don’t just meet up for sex because you’re horny,” I say, and he shifts a bit but nods.
“Whendowe meet up for sex?”
The pout in his voice makes me smile, and I’m glad he can’t see it.
“Win your games, and … you can pick a sexual favor. Or you can let me choose.”
He shivers, and the thought of touching him—or him touching me—has my cock responding almost immediately. It’s been so long since anyone other than myself has put hands on me.
Zander’s lips land on my throat, and it takes everything in me not to let go and start rocking him on my lap.
“What about kissing? Do I have to wait for that, too?”
With the way he whines, I should say yes. I could dangle it over his head to make him behave, but in all honesty, that would only be torturing myself.
“We’ll make a deal,” I say, kneading his thighs with my fingers and listening to the tiny broken moans he puts right in my ear. “I’ll kiss you at my own discretion, depending on your behavior.”
“What if I kiss you first?”
I bury my smile in his shoulder, refusing to admit that planning this is almostfun.“Maybe I’ll bend you over my knee and spank you.”
He shudders and shifts around to hover his mouth over mine. “You’re so hot. Daddy. Please.”
I’m going to lose complete control over myself because of this man.
I just know it.
We make out for a little while—paying no mind to prying eyes—when Zander breaks away with a gasp and whispers, “I know what I want.”
He’s got a grin that makes my defenses rattle. “What’s that, Wildfire?”
Before he even opens his mouth, I know he’s going to be trouble.
“A blowjob. If kissing is this good, I have a feeling you can do wonders with your mouth.”
This time, there’s no holding back the laugh that jumps out of my throat.
I’m in trouble indeed.
The Raven’s win their game, and I hate to admit it, but I’m strangely excited.
Things have gone back to normal over the last week in the sense that Zander shows up at work or the dorm and is hellbent on bugging me. I can see in his eyes that he’s egging me on, hoping I’ll instigate some sort of fooling around, but watching him squirm and stew is more fun than I thought it’d be.
