Page 33 of Deceptive Games
“Want me to grovel some more? I’ll happily spend the rest of the day with my face between your legs,” he offered as he cleaned his fingers.
“Stop licking your fingers, you weirdo,” I chuckled, relaxing against him and burying my face in his neck.
“No way, it’s my favorite snack. You want a shower?” he asked, and when I scoffed, he added, “Alone. I’ll check on Luke.”
“Can I have an after orgasm cigarette first?” I joked, making him chuckle as he leaned forward to press a kiss to my lips before I could react.
“Sure. Hop up.”
I climbed to my feet, grateful when he steadied me before I could fall into the damn pool. I’d definitely had too much to drink, I was wobbly on my feet and was pretty sure it wasn’t just from the orgasm.
He jogged over to where I’d left my things, the tent in his boxers bouncing with the movement, then he returned with mycigarettes and lighter and told me to help myself to the bathroom in his bedroom when I was ready.
He didn’t stick around to try and fuck me like I’d expected, he simply wandered into the house with a pep in his step, giving me some space to process what the fuck had just happened.
Jensen
Lukas eyed me as I joined him in the kitchen, his eyes flicking to the window to where Rory was smoking. He’d watched us, the bulge in his boxers being proof, but he looked annoyed with me.
“What?” I asked, making him scowl.
“I swear to God that you’d better not fuck things up with her again. If you do anything to ruin the progress we’ve made?—”
“I won’t. What did your mom want?”
“She’s having guests over for dinner and wanted me there. She keeps mentioning your dad’s friend’s daughter.”
I didn’t bother holding back my eye roll. “Ah, the good old fashioned arranged marriage tactic. That should keep my dick away from you.”
“Don’t,” he hissed, going silent when I shoved my hand over his mouth to shut him up. He could’ve fought me, but I knew the scent of Rory’s pussy right under his nose was what kept him quiet.
He was ridiculously in love with her but he hadn’t had the joy of her pussy on his lips like I had. It was probably cruel of me to rub that in his face, literally, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“If you agree to any weird wedding arrangements, I’ll personally kidnap you and lock you in my house until you think clearly. Don’t let her get to you.”
His lips parted slightly as if he could inhale her scent, and I hesitated before slipping them just inside his mouth. Ifhe’d punched me I wouldn’t have been surprised, but I hadn’t expected his tongue to brush my fingers as he tasted what was left of her on my skin.
I tested the water a little more, pushing them in further. “She tastes good, doesn’t she?”
I was probably confusing the fuck out of him right now, I knew that I was confused myself. My dick was painfully hard from Rory, but it only got worse as he closed his mouth around my fingers and sucked, a goddamn whimper leaving me.
Heat flared in his eyes, and I swore I stopped breathing as his fingertips brushed my dick through my wet boxers, but the spell was broken when Rory came inside and shut the door a little louder than necessary, making Lukas put a mile between us. She hadn’t seen shit, but there was a small knowing smile on her face as she passed us, her hand brushing mine.
“I’ll be back down soon. Order the pizza and pick a movie.”
I watched her ass as she walked away, and Lukas vanished in the time it took me to call the pizza place. I’d leave him alone until he wandered back out or he’d only leave.
At least Rory seemed to hate me a little less now that I’d had my hands all over her.
She joined me in the theater room once the pizza had arrived, and she sat beside me on the couch instead of choosing a seat further away.
Progress.
“Where’s Luke?” she asked as I handed her a slice of pizza.
“Probably in his bedroom. He’ll come down when he’s ready.”
“You guys always seem so worried about hurting me, but make sure you don’t hurt each other too,” she said softly, her pretty eyes burning into mine. “You both need to talk about whatever’s happening between you.”
