Page 16 of Empire

“Thought you might like it,” he murmurs, jogging after the ball, making me wonder how often he comes up here and just fucks around on the court.

“Tell me,” I start, following his every move. “Do you bring all the girls up here?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Not really. Most chicks want to be wined and dined, but that’s not really my style, and I figured it wasn’t yours either.”

“Damn straight,” I say, regretting my decision to strike up a conversation as my half-eaten kebab stares back at me, silently begging me to take another bite. “I like this better. It’s chilled. There’s no forced conversation across a small wobbly table, just two people hanging out.”

“What kind of shitty restaurants have your dates been taking you to? Small, wobbly tables? Fuck, Firefly, sounds like you’ve been screwing around with little boys, not real men.”

“Let me guess,” I tease. “You’re one of these mysteriousreal men?”

“I’ll let you be the judge of that,” he tells me, glancing back and holding my stare. “But just so we’re clear, only a real fucking man can make you come like I’m gonna.”

“You’re pretty damn sure of yourself.”

His lips kick up into a wicked grin, and I see a hint of danger flashing in his eyes that has me ready to kick this party up a notch. I take another bite of my kebab before laying it down on the wrapper and getting up. Making my way across the court, I hold my hands out and he instantly passes the ball.

I start moving across the court, slowly jogging and bouncing the ball as he stands back and watches me through a strange, curious stare. My game sucks. I wasn’t a sporty kid and my hand-eye coordination is non-existent, but it’s enough to not make me look like a complete idiot. I shoot the ball and it hits the rim of the hoop before thankfully dropping through the basket.

The ball bounces twice before I’m able to catch it, and I turn around, ready to head back up the court toward Dalton. “Alright, Mr. Hotshot, tell me something about yourself,” I say, realizing just how comfortable I am up on this roof with him. It’s so easy and natural, and I honestly wouldn’t have tonight any other way.

“What do you want to know?” he questions, catching the ball as I bounce it back to him. He takes off at a sprint, side-stepping around me like a pro and launching himself into the air before dunking the ball through the hoop. He doesn’t even break a sweat.

“Ummm . . . tell me one of those dark thoughts that wander around your mind that’s not socially acceptable to say out loud.”

Dalton glances back at me, his brow arching as he pauses, the ball locked between his strong hands. “Ooh, that’s a dangerous line of questioning,” he says, his eyes lighting up, clearly intrigued by the sudden turn our night has taken. “Are you sure you want to introduce yourself to the demons living in my mind so soon?”

“Wow, I’m shocked. You can stand right across from a woman and tell her how you’re going to make her scream, yet you hesitate with this. Interesting.”

He bounces the ball, the sound flowing with the breeze. “Hey now, I was just trying to save myself from coming across as a douchebag, but if you really want to know, I’m down to share.”

“Hit me with it,” I tell him. “What naughty little thoughts go through your head that you can’t say out loud?”

Dalton smirks and throws the ball from the center of the court, effortlessly dropping it through the hoop. He turns and walks backward toward the hoop, keeping those blazing blue eyes locked on me, not looking the least bit apologetic for what he’s about to say. “Depressed girls give the best head because they don’t care about breathing anymore.”

My jaw drops, and I suck in a gasp. “You did not just say that,” I laugh, not sure whether to be appalled, shocked, or simply amused.

“You asked for it,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “But don’t think you’re off the hook. Hit me with it, Firefly. What nasty little thoughts circle your head that’s not socially acceptable to say out loud?”

Sucking my bottom lip between my teeth, I really consider his question, not having thought this through one bit. I was more than ready to ask the same of him, but actually answering it? Well, shit. That’s a lot of pressure for one girl.

There’s a million nasty little thoughts that fly through my head on a daily basis, but nothing I should be admitting to this guy. “Ummm, okay,” I say, grinning so wide I feel the apples of my cheeks squishing up toward my eyes. “Sometimes I find myself wondering what a guy would look like trying to pee if his dick had been cut off. Like . . . is it just gonna spurt everywhere, full on fountain style, or is it going to dribble out all day like a leaking tap? Who knows?”

Dalton stares back at me, horror in his bright blue eyes. “Oh, baby, you’re nasty,” he tells me while shaking his head. “But this shit ain’t real. Tell me something that’s buried a little deeper. Don’t feed me this surface bullshit.”

“Okay,” I say, rising to the challenge and taking a few steps toward him. “Getting off with my vibrator is a shitload better than sex with a man.”

His whole face drops and there’s almost heartbreak in his eyes. “Goddamn, Firefly. All that proves is you really have been fucking around with immature little boys up until now. But don’t worry, I got you,” he says, stepping right into me and pulling me into his arms, holding me as though my confession truly is the worst thing that could ever happen to anyone. “I’m gonna make this right, okay? There’s nothing to worry about.”

Rolling my eyes, I shove away from him, realizing all too late that he’s just fucking with me. “You’re an asshole,” I tell him. “But until you’ve had the McCumster 3000 sucking the life out of your clit at a million miles per hour while ramming yourself with a big, thick silicone cock, then you really don’t get a say in the matter. There’s nothing quite like it.”

Dalton steps straight back into me, his eyes blazing with hunger. “You realize now that you’ve put the visual in my mind, I won’t stop until I’ve got you spread out before me, showing me exactly how you fuck yourself?” he murmurs, his voice getting deeper by the second. “My eyes locked on your cunt while you slowly push that cock deep inside you. Your tight little pussy stretching around it as the tension in the room gets too high and you can barely breathe. Go ahead. Tell me that fucking yourself alone would be better than anything I could do to you.”

I swallow hard. Fuck the tension in that room. The tension on this rooftop is where it’s at. “How would I know?” I mutter, keeping my voice low so that he doesn’t realize just how dry my mouth has become. “So far all I’m seeing from you is a lot of talk and not a lot of action.”

His eyes become hooded, filled with intense desire, and I just know I won’t be walking away from tonight without feeling him between my legs. He scoffs, his soft rush of breath brushing across my collar. “Oh, you’ll fucking know, baby,” he mutters, taking a purposeful step back, putting space between us and allowing me a second to catch my breath. “You can count on that.”

Hoooooly fuck. And now I’m wet.

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