Page 81 of Dark Little Game

Hunter’s palm connects with the front of my chest and he pushes me hard against the shelf again.

Someone is definitely in the kitchen, because I hear the sound of the sink and the fridge being opened. There’s no way to see into the reading room from the kitchen, but it’s still too close for comfort, just down the narrow hallway.

Hunter is sucking on my earlobe now as he strokes my cock from the side.

“I hate how good you feel,” I utter, my eyelids fluttering shut for a second.

When I open them again I see the blue of his eyes, so close to my face, and it’s like he’s putting me into some hypnotic trance.

“I can’t get you out of my fucking head, Colson, and it’s starting to really bother me.”

“Feeling’s mutual.”

“I’m not going to be something you can just give up,” he tells me. “You’re going to hate me. You’re going to want me out of your life. But you’re also going tobegfor me, every time I touch you.”

“Pretty big fan of yourself, aren’t you?” I toss back.

Because I’m also never going to back down.

“Big fan of how you look when you come.”

More guys are streaming into the kitchen now, and their conversation carries down the hallway.

Hunter can tell that the sound is distracting me.

He slides down, dropping to his knees, the low glow of the lamp shining on his blond hair.

He presses his lips against the tip of my cock and teases me, flicking his tongue over it while he looks up at me.

And then I watch my cock disappear into his mouth, inch by inch, as he suddenly catches me off guard and takes me deep.

Earlier I thought he might never speak to me again.

And now I’m looking down at him between my thighs, taking my cock, his tongue sliding on the underside and threatening to make me scream.

He looks good down there.

It’s one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever seen, actually.

Hunter is fucking impossible. I hate every moment of this, and Ineedit so badly that there’s no chance I’m going to stop him.

I grip the edge of one of the wooden shelves behind me, biting on my tongue so that I don’t call out at the sudden rush of sensation.

“Colson! Get the fuck downstairs! Burgers and dogs!”someone shouts from the kitchen.

The other guys think I’m up in my room, and probably very soon, Weston will go looking for me.

Sorry, Wes.

Hunter’s on his knees taking my cock to his fucking throat in a room with no goddamn door on it.

Hunter is practically grinning as he laps along my cock, popping it out between his lips and lavishing his tongue along the top of it.

“What are you going to do about it, Colson?” Hunter says, looking up at me like he’s daring me to lose my mind.

I reach down and push my hand over Hunter’s mouth, shutting him up like I’m putting a muzzle on him.

He’s talking loud enough that they could hear him if they were listening closely.