Page 3 of Poisoned Pawns (The Gamemakers Trilogy #1)

Desmond Sinclair- Warm Mouths I know it’s a lie.

I wasn’t as close to Kate as my sister and the others were, but we still spoke daily.

They just don’t need to know that. Ivy and Kate were always causing trouble, and I usually had to clean up their messes.

Not being able to speak to Kate this past week hurts.

I lost a friend just as much as they did, but I can never speak of it to anyone.

No one knows the relationship I had with her, and it will remain that way.

It’s not like anything was going on sexually.

They are all like sisters to me. I mean fuck, we literally grew up together, but what everyone doesn’t know is that me and Kate caught her dad fucking my mom.

They knew we saw them together at Motel Nine, and we kept it to ourselves.

For years, they snuck around so we leaned on each other when things got difficult, and it bloomed into a friendship no one knew about.

So her being gone is affecting me, and I have no one to talk to about it.

Feeling lonelier than usual has forced me to do things I’m not proud of more frequently.

Nothing like begging for trauma from strangers online to make myself feel better.

Pulling up to the frat house, I put the bike in park and climb off, then I unclip my helmet and place it on my seat.

Walking up the steps and through the front door, the first thing I notice is that the house is silent.

Turning right, I walk up the steps and down the hallway to the last room on the right.

Opening the door, I step into the room and shut it behind me, locking it.

My eyes collide with grey ones that burst with lust and need.

Smirking, he walks over to me, pinning me against the door and slamming his lips onto mine.

I groan at his roughness as his hands grip the bottom of my black tee while sucking my tongue into his warm mouth.

The taste of mint with a hint of cinnamon has my dick aching to be touched.

I slide my hands down his chest, over his abs to the top of his jeans, popping the button open and sliding down his zipper, and finally pushing my hand into his boxers to grip his hard length.

“Fuck, D,” he groans as I stroke him slowly, loving the sounds I pull from his lips. He takes a step back, pulling me with him until the backs of his knees hit the mattress.

Taking my hand from his pants, I remove my tee as he works quickly to undo my jeans, pulling them down along with my boxers. My cock bobs against my stomach as I look down at him. Gripping my dick, I slap his lips with the head of my cock.

“Open,” I command as he sticks his tongue out, allowing me to slap the pink flesh before wrapping his lips around my length and sucking me down his throat.

Gripping onto the bedpost, I thrust into his mouth, causing him to gag as he looks up at me. Using my free hand, I grip his short dirty blond hair, pushing his head further down my length, groaning at how good his mouth feels.

“Yes, just like that, you’re such a good, pretty boy. Aren’t you?” I praise as he swallows around my length, causing my thighs to quake.

“Take it, Pierce. Let me hear you choke on my cock,” I command as he gags so hard his throat tightens and tears spill from the creases of his grey eyes.

“Fuck, Pretty Boy, you’re going to make me cum,” I tell him, pulling out, only to slam back in.

He takes it like the good boy he is as my balls lift and that familiar tingle rushes up my spine.

I pull out, jerking my cock and nutting all over his lips with a growl.

“Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk,” I groan as he licks his lips clean.

Pushing him onto his back, I remove my jeans and boxers along with his and straddle him.

“Make it hurt, Pierce,” I command as I spit on his dick, coating his head.

Bending down, I capture his lips with mine, tasting myself on him as I help him spread my cheeks and sink his hard cock into my waiting hole.

“You’re always so fucking tight, D. Fuck!” he whines as I ride his cock. He sits up, and reaches between us, gripping my dick, making me hard all over again as he meets me thrust for thrust, pounding into my ass relentlessly, causing me to shiver in his arms.

“Jesus Christ, Pretty boy. You feel so fucking good,” I whimper as he continues to jerk my cock and bite my nipples. Pulling up and slamming down onto him, his eyes roll as his free hand squeezes my hip roughly.

“This fucking ass is perfection. I love loosening you up. I wonder if you can take more than one cock for me,” he groans.

“Does that turn you on, Pierce? Thinking about your cock and someone else's pounding into me?” I growl as he swipes his thumb over my leaking tip.

“Fuck yes,” he moans, slamming into me over and over again. His body shakes, telling me he’s almost there.

“Cum for me, Pretty Boy. Let me hear it,” I command slamming my lips onto his, swallowing his moans as I tighten around him as we both cum together.

Pulling away, we both heave for air as we come down from our high.

I gently pull off of him and flop down next to him.

He rolls over, cupping my face before leaving a gentle kiss against my lips.

Before he can deepen the kiss, I pull away and climb off the bed to get dressed.

He watches me as I pull my boxers and jeans on, and I raise a brow.

“Ya know, for someone who doesn’t like to kiss. We’ve been doing a lot of that,” I say, but he doesn’t respond. He just climbs off the bed and heads straight for his bathroom. Okay then.

Picking up my shirt from the floor, I throw it over my head and leave the same way I came in. Pierce is a complicated guy, and this thing going on with us needs to just stay what it is–sex. There can’t be feelings attached. I don’t want that with him. This is fun and shit, but that’s it.

Leaving the house, I climb back onto my bike but check my phone before starting it. Opening the phone, I see I have a few missed texts.

Millie:

Wanna explain last week? You’ve been avoiding me.

Me:

Nah, I’m good.

Millie:

If that’s the story you’re sticking with! We’re going out tonight, by the way.

Me:

Don’t care.

Millie:

Sure you don’t. I’ll send the address later. Xo

Sliding my phone into my pocket, I start my bike and head back to the university. Looks like I got some shit to do tonight, or better yet, stalk the blonde-haired girl who rejected me three years ago.