Page 97 of Dark Little Game

There’s nothing about this kiss that’s a retaliation, nothing that’s a challenge. It feels like our bodies fit into one another perfectly, like I’msupposedto be kissing him, even though I know that’s not what I should let myself think.

I push my fingertips inside him until they slide up against his prostate.

When Hunter moans into my mouth, I swear I could come from it.

“Rayne,” he says near my lips as I pull away. Our faces are so close and for the first time, he reallydoeslook like an angel to me, with his hair splayed out behind him on his pillow.

His wicked side isn’t gone.

But I don’t think I want it to be gone, anymore.

He’s wrapping me right around his fingers and I don’t want him to stop.

Moth to a fucking flame.

And I just can’t resist.

“Talk to me,” I utter as I brush up against his prostate again and I get to watch his eyelids drop, this time.

“You are going to make me come, baby,” he says, and instead of being snippy about the pet name, I give him another little push on that spot inside him.

“Should I force you downstairs into the reading room?” I tease him. “Make you come down there like you made me do? Or maybe I can make you do it out on the front lawn. Maybe right in the middle of thefucking quad, Knox?—”

“Fuck,” he moans as I push hard into him again. “No. But you should take out your cock.”

“You could barely take both fingers. You can’t take my cock.”

He looks up at me with a challenge before reaching over to his drawer and pulling out a little bottle of lube, and then a gold-wrapped condom afterward.

“Yes I can,” he says, placing the bottle and condom onto his chest, ready and waiting for me.

“You had that fucking lube the whole time and you didn’t let me use it?”

“You got two fingers in me anyway,” he says. “I like a little pain, too, Colson.”

I lean over and take his lower lip between my teeth, giving it a pull.

When I move away, I’m overwhelmed by how badly I want him.

“Fuck, Hunter,” I whisper, looking at his eyes again.

“What’s the issue?”

I sigh, pulling my fingers out and reaching for the condom. I shove off my underwear as Hunter grasps at various parts of my body, reaching up to pinch my nipples as I struggle to kick off my boxer briefs, and we become a tangle of limbs and sheets.

Next he’s squeezing my ass cheeks and I finally steady myself again in bed, my cock pointing straight out in front of me, hard as fuck for him.

“Even the veins on your dick are perfect,” he says, his eyes going a little wide as he looks down at it, trailing his fingertips along the shaft.

I hand him the condom. “Put this on me.”

I watch his fingers as he slowly, painstakinglyrolls the rubber over my thick shaft, taking his time and pushing it up millimeter by millimeter.

If you would have told me that having somebody else roll a condom over my dick could be one of the biggest turn-ons of my night, I wouldn’t have believed you.

But somehow, Hunter manages to make that hot, too.

I suppose any variation ofHunter Knox’s hands being anywhere near my dickwould turn me on.