Page 28 of Dirty Roulette

“Open your mouth, and jerk me off.” She props up, sits on her knees, and pumps my dick harder. I realize she needs to be rewarded, so I run my fingers down her belly, find her opening, and stroke her slowly before dipping two fingers inside her. She’s so tight.

She dips her head back and pants out, “Don’t stop, oh my god,” before she reels herself in, opening her mouth and taking in my length. She’s tickling the head of my cock with her tongue, stroking me, and I’m about to lose it. Her mouth is warm, her tongue working me perfectly.

“Yeah, just like that.” I’m seeing stars. She’s getting sloppy and wet. She is a natural. I take a fistful of her hair, showing her the slow rhythm I want, thrusting gently, and soaking up the sight of her blowing me.

The longer she milks it, the better the outcome.

I massage her harder, finding her clit, circling it, and thrusting my fingers back inside her.

She fucks my hand as if her life depends on reaching the end.

She breaks off, sucking me, panting, but within seconds my dick slides in and out of her mouth again.

“Mmm...coming,” I barely breathe out the warning in time. There is no way for me to hold in my release. It’s sizzling at the tip of my dick and exploding right into her mouth. “Oh, shit Payton.” Her eyes steam over as she pulls her lips off my dick and swallows my juices like it’s frosting.

“Lay down, I’m not done with you.” I pull at her ankles again and go back down to her sweet opening and make sure to suck on her tender bud.

She is fucking my face again, grabbing a handful of my hair and thrusting onto my tongue.

Her thighs squeeze my face and her breaths are uneven as she whimpers, shutting her eyes tight, and releases a soft sweet moan.

Her legs tremble, and she explodes in my mouth.

When I know she’s satisfied, I pull away and lay a few kisses on her belly, tracing my lips back up to her neck and face. I plunge my tongue back into her mouth, letting her taste herself.

Pressing my chest on hers, she still grinds against my hard-on. Her wet opening taunts the tip of my dick. “God, I want to,” I admit. “I want to so badly.”

“You do?” Her eyes scan me.

“Yeah, but I’m not ready.” I peck her on the lips, brushing her hair away from her face, and kiss her again. “Are you okay with me coming in your mouth, I’m sorry I didn’t think to ask.”

“Umm...”

“If you don’t want to do something, tell me.”

“I don’t mind. It didn’t taste like anything.”

Checking the time on the clock, it’s a couple of minutes past eight. “I need to get ready.” I run a hand along her neck, her lips dragging me back in. “You feel good now?”

“Yeah...”

I snag her ruined panties bundled up by my pillow and place them into her palm with a smile. “What classes do you have?”

“It’s Wednesday. I have algebra at ten, then French at one, and some Earth science.”

“Let me see what you are working on, yeah?”

“I have it in my bag. But are you free after practice tonight?” Her fingers carve down the crease of my back pushing me into her wet opening. The tip of my dick aches for more.

“I’ll be working closing shifts for the rest of the week, but when I’m off, are you gonna come visit me?”

“I dunno. Maybe.”

My hard-on rubs along her clit and I whisper, “Are you playing hard to get?” I dip my lips back to her neck, kissing her.

“I guess we can call it that.” She grins.

“Damn, bro...” Nick hollers outside the door. “Finally, ya’ll done fighting and fucking or what? Ya loud as hell...”

Payton covers her mouth and whispers. “Am I really?” Her cheeks burn red.

“Not even close.” She’s not loud at all, and I find it even sexier, her orgasm is all in her face, and the way she’s looking at me.

“He’s probably mad about you banging on the front door.

” I run my palm through her silky hair and kiss her on the lips.

“He’ll get over it. Let’s work on your math skills. ”

“Okay,” she smiles as I get up off the bed.

***

Before I made my way to the main campus, I drove Payton and I to a local coffee shop and let her order the stupidest fancy concoction she could come up with.

Something about sweet foam, drizzle, vanilla with nonfat milk, and triple shots.

It was some iced latte nonsense and all I wanted was a black coffee and a croissant.

With a punch to the glove box, she pulls out the CD case she stored her collection in.

“I got another album.” She digs in her bag and takes out a CD with the iconic cherry red lips and tongue sticking out.

She pushes it into the stereo and turns up the volume.

The tune pops on, and Payton knows the lyrics by heart.

It’s not like she hasn’t heard it a million times on the classic rock station.

“Rolling Stones?” I dip my sunglasses at her and sip on the black coffee, turning right on an intersection. She is snapping her fingers to the beat singing along to You Can’t Always Get What You Want. “Sing with me!” She pushes me on the shoulder.

“No, you’re nuts.”

“Loser!” She sticks out her tongue, with her thumbs pressed against her ears and she wiggles her fingers like a lunatic.

“You seriously making faces at me?”

“I’ll do this too!” She unbuckles. The girl is nuts. She grabs my cheeks and smashes her lips into mine. My heart jumps out of my chest. I can’t see the road. When she pulls away three seconds later, I have to swerve back into the white lines.

“Are you insane?” I cough up a laugh.

“You can’t tell me you don’t like this song. Everyone likes this song.”

“You’re lucky I like you.” To please this music junkie, I allow her to drag me right into singing along with her, bobbing my head with her to the beat once it hits the chorus.

We pull up to the campus and I walk with Payton down to the courtyard.

With one hand resting in my jean pocket, I'm staring at her pretty face. She rambles about some bands I need to listen to. Her passion is so cute. She doesn’t shut up about guitar solos and the different beats of drums. I’m not following a damn thing she is saying, but I’m warm inside my chest. It’s fluttering in my stomach, and I almost think I might like her too much.

She mentions something about going to a concert with Charlie.

Speak of the devil, Charlie’s making a beeline straight towards us. The butterflies drop dead in my stomach with my sister’s resting bitch face staring right at us. Her fingers fist around her bag straps and she’s feet away.

“Where have you been all morning?” Charlie races up to us.

“She stopped by to get help with algebra, she failed her first quiz and it was the only time I’m free today.

” I half tell her the truth. In the back of my mind, it’s Payton whimpering and screwing my face feverishly.

I swat the memory away. “I thought I’d give her a ride back and we grabbed some coffee.

” I point to the iced bullshit in her hands.

It doesn’t make sense how she can drink a pinch of caffeine with all creamer and ten pounds of sugar.

“Yeah, so what did you two do last night?” Charlie crosses her arms over her chest with that stupid eye flutter. “I’m not an idiot. You two were hanging out.”

“Watched a movie,” I say.

“What movie?”

“The one about aliens from Mars.” Payton shakes her head with a nervous laugh.

“How did it end?” Charlie asks.

I’m a deer in headlights. I didn’t pay attention to the screen anymore once Payton had her hand wrapped around my dick, and all I could do was stare at her breasts bouncing as she fucked my hand.

Oh, the sounds she made, they were the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard and making her.

.. Dude, get your head out of your pants.

I clear my throat. “I was pretty tired.”

“Yeahhh...I fell asleep.” Payton shrugs and slurps some of her coffee through the thick green straw. The way her mouth wraps around it, I’m reliving her sucking my dick, and... stop, man. God, I got it bad.

“I honestly don’t remember.” My molars clench down hard. That was a bad response. I need to shove a croissant in my mouth and try to wave goodbye so they can settle it on their own.

“And you fell asleep too?” Bullets shoot out of her eyes like a machine gun.

“We did eat an entire pizza,” I add.

“Show it to me,” Charlie pulls the collar of her turtleneck and yanks it down. There’s nothing there but her silky soft skin I had my hands all over. The ice cubes worked their magic. The hickey pulled a Houdini – poof – gone. “What the hell was she talking about? There’s nothing there.”

“I’m guessing Brittni is spreading rumors again?” Payton straightens out her shirt.

“Sorry... I dunno why I believed her.” Charlie says.

There is something wrong. “You were totally studying.” I think Charlie knows by the painful look in her eyes and both of them are spitting out everything but the damn truth.

This would be a million times easier for Charlie to get mad at the fact Payton landed on me for Dirty Roulette and settle with the reality that at some point I’m going to sleep with her best friend and screw her brains out.

When I finish, I’ll send the stupid video to the dickhead wanting to jerk to it and move on with my life.

At the same time, I don’t want to be thrown to the lions.

Payton chained me up and dragged me into the mess.

It hasn’t even been a month seeing her, and I’m sick of everyone's drama.

“You two are obnoxious. You know that?” I shake my head and lick the front of my teeth. “I know what Brittni posted online.”

“Oh, you do?” Charlie asks.

“She likes to make up stories. You should know that by now.” The annoyance is laced in my voice.

“I saw her in the dining hall talking nonstop about seeing Payton with a hickey. Then she’s wearing a turtleneck. If that doesn’t scream guilty, I dunno what does!” Charlie argues her point.

“Quit it. She’s just mad I won’t get back together with her,” I say.

“Fine. Whatever. I’m going to class.” Charlie shoves her shoulder into me and storms off, cutting through the grass to the other side of the courtyard. Payton’s face falls, as she watches the birds scatter as Charlie walks through a flock of them.

“You need to tell her, or someone else will. It’ll be better coming out of your mouth than me or anyone else for that matter. I want to be with you more than anything, but we can’t if you continue to lie to her,” I say.

“I don’t understand why I can’t though.”

I roll my eyes. This whole thing has given me a headache.

Even though she could easily lure me back into this raging crush and craving for her, my immediate desire withers like roses without water.

I need some space. I pull out my cell checking the time, and I should head over to the weight room before it’s too late.

“I’ll text you...” I wrap an arm around her shoulder and kiss her on the forehead.