Page 27 of Dirty Roulette

Chapter eighteen

Ryder

The good news- Payton gives the best hand jobs. The bad news- Brittni’s subtle post online calls out Payton with that childish nickname, Trash. If the boys heard us last night, it would be odd for them to mention it. They wouldn’t walk around the campus pointing out a hickey on her neck.

I unlock the deadbolt and slide it open, seeing Payton on the other side. “Hey cutie,” I unlatch the lock on the screen door, and it squeaks as she slips in. “You need help with algebra already?” I ask. She throws her bag to the floor and crumbles in one of the dining room chairs.

She’s in a black turtleneck crop top that shows off her navel and hourglass figure. My mouth waters and I can’t peel my eyes off the matching tight leggings and Converse.

“I have a...” She tugs the collar of her shirt and stares into the abyss.

“I know... Brittni dropped the bomb on a random post not even fifteen minutes ago.”

“Are you serious?”

“It can’t be that bad.”

She pulls down the neck of the shirt, and it stares me in the eyes. All my sins from last night bite back at me. “Oh, wow. I left a monster there...” A chuckle slips off my lips.

“It’s not funny!” Her cheeks burn in crimson fire. “I can’t cover it up! I tried all morning!”

“Calm down, give me a second.” I huff, walking over to the fridge, prying open the freezer, digging in the ice tray, gathering several ice cubes.

Opening drawers left and right, I search the kitchen until I find a lonely Ziploc bag and seal the ice. I scoot a chair in front of her and sit down with the ice freezing my fingertips off.

“Let me see.” One tug of her shirt and I place the frigid bag right on that bad-boy.

“Hold it there.” She does what she’s told while I pull my cell out of my pocket and stare down at Brittni’s social media.

Comments are flooding into the post. A cinder block weighs heavy on my chest, dreading to click on it, or see who’s laughed and swarmed it with angry faces like a colony of wasps.

Then it comes back and all I can think about is how wet Payton was, the sweet desperation in her innocence, and me milking it until I came all over her hands like a slob.

Now Brittni can’t handle me touching someone else.

In the pits of my heart, I like the thought of her suffering over it. She deserves it.

“Do you have a tube of chapstick in your bag?” I ask.

“Umm...” She leans over the armrest, unzipping a small pocket. It’s a tube of lipstick, the same shade she wore last night. “Here.” She slaps it into my palm.

“Okay, pull the ice away.” She does as she’s told, and I push her tangled hair to the opposite shoulder. “Lean a bit.” Her eyes roll, and I take the tip of the tube and rub it into her neck.

“Ow!” She smacks my hand away. “That hurts!”

“Do you want me to help you or not?”

“Yes!”

“Stop, and lean your head back.”

She grumbles under her breath and I take the tip of the lipstick and twirl it around to break up the blood vessels I popped. Goddamn, she’s a pain. After a couple of minutes, I put the ice pack back on her neck and held it there. The condensation drips down her shirt, and it’s soaking wet.

“What did Brittni post?” She asks and her opal eyes take a quick glance at me, then back to her fingers where she’s picking at her cuticles.

“I’ll deal with it.” I peel the ice off, and she leans her head as I push the tip of the lipstick back on the hickey, working it in circles.

“But Charlie...”

“Stop...” I press the ice against her neck. “At some point, you’re going to have to tell her. Why can’t you get that through your stubborn skull?”

“You don’t get it.”

“You’re being a pain right now.”

“And you’re an ass for giving me a hickey.”

“You could have told me to stop at any time.” My head is shaking, and she’s silent again. Carve the word asshole on my forehead, but I’m doing her a favor because I care about her more than I’d like to and more than she knows. Someone’s gotta tell her like it is.

“I’m sorry. I’m mad about the hickey.” She bites her bottom lip. “Is it bad that I really liked it?”

“Last night?”

“Yeah.”

“No, I had fun too.” I peel the ice back, and the blood vessels are clearing up, turning into a shade of pink.

Scrolling through videos in the middle of the night sometimes teaches you interesting tricks and I finally get to try out one that actually works.

“Okay cutie, we really need to tell Charlie. How many times have you two fought and didn’t talk for weeks straight, but legit came back to each other? You two are superglue on steroids.”

“But it’s you,” she says.

“Who cares if it’s me? She’ll get over it, and I’m not going to sit here and tell you I regret giving you this hickey.”

“But this is going to change everything.”

“How?”

“What if Charlie does get over it and we don’t work out? Neither of us will be friends again.”

“Who says we won’t be friends?” I huff, I get where she’s coming from, and her pouting puts a brittle ache in my chest. “It’s only going to change if you choose it too and I don’t want anything to change either,” I tell her.

After another round of ice and putting enough pressure on her neck, the mark fades into her soft skin tone as if last night was erased. I place the bag with ice water and the lipstick on the table. Snatching my phone I put it into camera mode. “Look.”

She takes it and rubs the tips of her fingers where the mark was. “How did you know how to do that?”

“Magic.”

“Screw you.” She lifts the phone at an angle, flips the bird, and snaps a picture.

“What the hell are you doing?” She twists around in the chair, leaning over it at the same second I try to catch it out of her hand.

“Give me that.” I get off the chair. She is clicking random buttons and doing something in my settings. I reach for a common tickle spot above her waist and her cute laugh fills the kitchen.

“Okay, okay.” She swats a hand at me to stop. “Here.” The phone is tossed back to me. “That’s payback for the hickey!” When I turn on the screen, the wallpaper is the damn selfie of her flipping off the camera. For what it’s worth, I think I’ll leave it there.

“Cute... What time do you have class?” I ask and lean against the armrests supporting my weight.

“At ten...”

“Oh... I think I’ll skip gym and tutor you in math. You’re coming with me!” I tug her wrist, pulling her off the chair.

“What the hell!” She yells with her hair falling across her face as I throw her over my shoulder.

Little fists bang on my back. “Put me down!” She laughs and kicks her feet as I carry her through the hallway.

I get to my room and use a foot to slam the door shut.

“This doesn’t feel like tutoring. What are you doing? ” She squeals.

“This.” I toss her to the bed with a thud. Then grab her by the ankles and pull her up against my waist. I run a hand over her cheek. One look into her eyes and I’m lost. She swings an arm around my neck and my mouth is on hers. Kissing and biting her bottom lip before her tongue tangles with mine.

Payton grinds her lower body in an agitated rhythm and the heat of her groin scorches my thigh.

She’s violent, and my heart thumps wildly in my chest. She is minty and I can’t help but flip her hair away from her neck and suck on her skin.

Her teeth sink into my shoulder blade, and a whiff of her fruity shampoo greets me.

“You’re going to give me another hickey,” she whimpers out and her sweet, soft moan promptly turns my cock to granite.

“I’ll get rid of this one, too. But I want to kiss you somewhere else.”

Wicked thoughts run through my mind on all the things I want to do to her. It’s five minutes past seven, and if I’m skipping gym I have two hours to waste. Making her come again sounds like an excellent use of my time.

“Get rid of this.” Fisting the bottom of her shirt, I rip it over her head and throw it onto the floor. I fall back to her lips. “No bra again?” I say in the middle of her soft tongue brushing against mine.

“No.”

“Are you doing this on purpose?” I take a handful of her breast, she’s like velvet and I’m hard. I’ve never seen such a perfect body.

“Maybe.” I run a hand down her chest and soak in the gorgeous view of her pink nubs.“Do you want this?”

With my heart pounding in my ears, I reach to the seam of her leggings, ready to tear them down to her knees. “Fuck, Ryder,” she arches her back practically humping my thigh.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

With a heel, she kicks off her Converse and the leggings are on the edge of the bed.

Silky nude panties beg me to tear them off with my teeth.

I’m not nice to them either and tangle them in a fist. With a quick tear, they’re gone.

I grasp her hips and push her closer to me.

I spread her legs further apart and bury my head in paradise.

Brushing and kissing her wet opening makes her hips rock against my mouth as I ease a tongue over her clit.

“Oh my god, what are you doing?” She whimpers.

“I told you I wanted to kiss you.” I lick, and damn she’s sweet and tastes so good.

With her hands tangled in my hair, she grinds my mouth in a slow rhythm. Her eyes mist over in pleasure and her innocence pants out a sweet sound. I suckle and lick all over, doing everything but putting my mouth on her swollen bud.

My dick aches at the sound she makes as I play around with her like a cat does with its food. Toying with it, tempting it over the edge but not giving her the finale she’s begging for.

When I feel her reaching the top of the mountain, I pull away, not ready to give her the gratification. She pissed me off and this is the nicest way for me to get my point across that she’s a pain.

I pull my sweatpants off, and she looks at me feverishly as she props herself up with an elbow. Her eyes are mixed with confusion and temptation. I grab her right hand and guide her like last night. She massages my hard-on. “I want you to try.”

“Try?”