Page 43 of These Wicked Games (Wicked Sins #1)

He drops me onto my back.

Oli digs his nails into my thighs, dragging me down the bed so my ass is nearly hanging off the edge.

“Spread your legs wide, and don’t you dare close them.

” Slowly I do what he asks, spreading myself open for him.

He looks down, his eyes heavy with heat, and his large hand comes down, smoothing over my hole.

The soft press of his lips makes me groan, and then he slowly strokes his tongue over my entrance.

Unhurried and indulgent, he soothes and kisses my hole.

Oli gets up, leaving me there with my legs wide to go over to his drawer. I think back to the toy I saw in there, and fuck, I want to watch him use it. “Oli, I need to know the lore behind the dildo.”

“Sorry, it’s our secret,” he teases, waving it in front of him. “I’ve never used it with anyone.” He looks at me. “Until now.” Oli grins. “Let’s see how much that greedy hole can take.”

Holy shit. Oli’s going to kill me. “Like at the same—” He nods. “Ooooh.”

“You know, unless you have something you want to say to me.”

My thighs widen more and I look down. “Do your worst.” Oli drips lube onto the toy, smirking the entire time as he spreads it along the shaft. The toy isn’t much smaller than he is. I’m still a bit open from the car ride, but I’ve never taken two at once, and my hole clenches in anticipation.

A cool hand runs up my crack. I yelp, not prepared. “Mmf.”

Oli grins, setting the toy down next to me.

“Spread your ass.” I listen, because I am fucking pathetic, drawing my knees up and grabbing my cheeks, opening myself up for him.

He slaps me, hard. Right over my hole. Heat weaves through my stomach, my body humming, begging.

“Pretty fucking pussy,” he growls, getting onto his knees before me.

The Oliver “Krazy Kuli” Kulivov, on his knees, for me.

“I want to worship this beautiful ass.” He moans, diving in to lick at my entrance.

Still spreading myself open, I arch into the feel of him.

Warm and wet, his tongue is like a magic fucking wand.

“Oh yeah.” His gravely tone hugs my balls.

I’m losing my mind. The stroke of his hot tongue along my rim makes me see stars.

He dips his thumbs inside, then spreads my hole wide, fucking me with his tongue.

Oh my god. This is. Holy fuck. “Oli—” I’m not even sure what I’m asking.

“Yes.” He bites my cheek then lays a sucking kiss over the other.

He slaps my hole again lightly. “Hungry little thing.” His fingers rub over my hole then he sinks two in.

I see fucking stars. Fuck that; I see galaxies.

He plunges his two fingers inside, not giving me any room to adjust before moving them around.

My cock aches as he stabs that spot. Over and over.

I’ve never come untouched before, but if he keeps going, I’m going to lose it.

“You want something more satisfying?” He slips a third finger inside, spreading them wide, and I bite my already swollen lip.

I can’t think or breathe. He slips in a fourth and I want to scream.

I’ve never had someone play me like this—exactly the way I want it.

My back bows when he slips in his thumb.

“Holy fuck! P . . . please. Oli, please.” I’m squirming against the bed, his fingers stretching me wide.

The evil bastard chuckles. “Fuck, you sound good begging.” He smirks.

Then his mouth is back on me, working in tandem with the hand inside me, and high-pitched whines leave my lips.

I should be embarrassed, but I don’t have the mental space for that right now.

I just need him inside me. I’m going to come.

I try to reach for my sac but he knocks my hand away.

“If you come before I tell you to, I’ll have you wearing a cage for the rest of the month. Do you hear me? I will edge you until you are sobbing.” I swallow. He slips his hand out and grabs the toy.

“I want you.”

“You’ll get me when you’ve earned me.” He presses the cool tip of the toy to my hole.

He feeds it to me, and I take it in, groaning.

It’s good, but it’s not Oli. Still, some part of me wants to impress him, show him how good I can be for him.

He fits it all the way in. “Keep it inside.” He leaves me to go back to his end table.

I struggle to hold the dildo inside. My ass clenches and pulses around it. I want to get fucked. I need it. “What’s that?”

His only answer is a smirk as he fits the ring over the head of my cock, keeping it just under my head. On the most sensitive part of my dick, because Kuli knows my body.

Oliver fucking Kulivov knows me.

I blink away the well of heat in my eyes.

What the fuck is wrong with my head today?

I don’t have more time to think as he turns it on and .

. . Holy fuck. I grab and squeeze the blankets.

My back arches. The dildo slips out of my ass.

He catches it. “Naughty boy.” Oli chuckles.

The vibration makes my balls pull tight.

He slaps the dildo against my entrance before fitting it back inside in one solid thrust. “Dirty fucking boy.” His grin is manic.

I feel depraved. Desperate. I drool. I moan.

I fucking beg. Then he begins to fuck me with it, and I feel my climax pulse in my shaft. “You come, and you’ll regret it.”

He stops, and with the toy fully seated he grabs my thighs, pushing me back and folding me in half. Okay goalie, flexibility for the motherfucking win. I should be embarrassed by the obscene way he exposes me, but I don’t fucking care, and I care even less as he guides his cock to my entrance.

“Wait!” He cocks an eyebrow at me. “I uh . . .” Pop Tart! Pop Tart! “I um.”

“Your eloquence is astounding.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m trying to fuck you .” He blinks, waiting for me, and fuck, I can’t say it. I need it. Any way he’ll give it to me. Oli begins to enter me. It’s too tight. Too fucking much. It burns. It fucking hurts.

I feel alive.

“Holy fuck, baby.” Baby now? Not sure when we got onto a pet-name basis.

“Oh my god.” I swallow hard. It’s absolutely too much. My fingers nearly break gripping the sheets.

“So fucking good. Look at you. Fuck.” He looks down, shaking his head.

“Such a good boy.” My cock jerks, because it’s a damned traitor!

“Yeah, you like being good for me, huh? My good boy.” I blink up at him.

I go fucking numb. I am going to be good.

For him. Oli thrusts inside. It feels incredible, but he’s going too slow. He’s being too careful. I need more.

“Take it out.”

“Does it hurt?” The worry that pulls at his face makes me angry.

“It’s not enough,” I growl. I need to feel all of him.

Oli pulls out of me, then slowly slips the toy out, setting it aside. I don’t know what he sees on my face. I don’t know what I’ve let slip in my expression. I hate the way he’s looking at me. Oli can hate me, he can be pissed at me, but if he fucking pities me, I’m done.

“What do you need, Dre?”

“Give me fire and brimstone, Oli,” I beg.

Something dark comes over him, like a demon finding a host. It’s like seeing the devil appear before you in real time. He grabs me under my knees, pushing me back, testing how flexible I can really be.

Then he slams into me without warning. My back bows. Pain lights up every nerve ending inside me. I can’t breathe. I can’t think.

I love every fucking second.

“Sloppy little hole. Still so fucking tight.” Oli leans down, giving me another bruising kiss. “You fucking crave it. Say it!” he snaps.

“I . . . I . . .” Oli slaps me across the face. Hard. It shocks me. Excites me. “I crave it. I crave—”

I arch more, melting into the bed. I love the way he feels, how he doesn’t let me breathe.

I love the way he presses into me, forcing himself inside my body.

I like that it hurts. Love that it feels amazing.

I can’t think. Can’t breathe. My body desperately tries to accommodate him.

“I could play in this perfect pussy all day,” he growls, punching my chest. I grab his fist as he swings again, holding it to me as he plows into me.

Our bodies create a thunderous symphony.

His balls slap against my ass. Sweat drips from his powerful body.

Oli takes my cock, stroking it. Fucking asshole!

“Stop it!”

“Don’t you fucking come!” he growls.

My legs shake, and I clutch at the bed sheets next to me.

With one swift move he rolls me onto my stomach.

My ass hangs off the bed, and he reenters me without warning.

I nearly scream into the mattress. I feel him move my cock between my legs, adjusting my knees on the edge of the bed.

Oli is an evil bastard. He strokes my cock, and I try so fucking hard not to give in.

His grip matched with the vibration of the cock ring is too much.

“Fuck you’re beautiful,” Kuli purrs, planting one foot on the bed and changing the angle.

This time I do scream, and my fingers white-knuckle the sheets as Oli brutalizes my prostate with each rough clap of skin. My ass is going to have bruises.

I reach for my cock between my legs, only to have Oli grab the back of my neck and shove me into the mattress. I panic. I can’t breathe. I inhale, not having any luck. “You touch that pretty cock and you won’t come for months.

Frustrated, I let go of it and the grip on my neck eases up. I gasp for air. A shiver rolls down my spine. I feel his thrusts get sloppy, harder, and his breaths quicken. “So fucking good,” I groan, giving him complete control over me. I’m his to do what he wants with. “It feels so good.”

“Gorgeous ass.” His palms come down hard over my flesh. I shout. Pleasure ripples and pulls at my stomach. He spanks me again. Harder. Heat prickles along my skin. I’m going to come. I’m going to—“Oli please,” I beg. I don’t care how desperate I am. “Please.” Hot tears prick my eyes.

“You want another load?” He leans down by my ear. “You want to feel me dripping down your thighs?”

“Breed me!” Oli picks up speed before grunting, and heat floods my walls for the second time tonight. His hips piston in short hard snaps. My eyes roll back. “Please. I need . . .”

He takes mercy on me. “Come.”

I come so fucking hard and can’t stop coming as he fucks into me.

My cock jerks between my legs. Untouched.

Oli places a hand between my shoulder blades, holding me down, and bright spots dance in my vision.

I pant, then protest when he slips out of me.

I can’t move. I can’t do anything but breathe heavily like a pathetic mess. “Ah! Cold.”

“Just a wash cloth, calm down,” Oli laughs softly. “Drama queen.”

“Fuck you!” I spit, but it’s half-hearted. “What are you . . . Oh yessss .” His tongue soothes over my tender hole, and I’m boneless as he kisses, licks, and nips at the mess he’s made of me.

“Shh.” He nuzzles his face between my cheeks, giving me a gentle kiss.

“So fucking pretty.” I can practically see the smile on his stupid cocky fucking face.

“You took quite a beating tonight. So good for me.” He lays another wet kiss against my hole.

I know he’s proud of himself, and maybe when I regain the ability to stand I will knee him in the balls.

I wait as he cleans me up then rolls me onto my back, and somehow I’m able to move myself up his bed to collapse.

My ass is still spasming. Oli doesn’t protest, which is great, and I have no smartass words for him.

He’s fucked them all out of me. I know the smug bastard is pleased with himself.

There’s no mention of me staying tonight, either.

I just get comfortable in the bed and fall into his expecting arms.

He rolls over to turn the light off quickly before settling against me.

I’m sticky and sore but I don’t want to get up.

Instead I lie there, tucked into his arms, not daring a word.

And I don’t comment on it when his arms wrap around me and the soft even sounds of his breathing lull me into my own peaceful oblivion.