Brilliant.
This gives me a split headache. I don’t want to think about anything else, but I want to figure out how to come on top.
No pun intended.
So I need to keep in mind a few things.
They want me in the game. That much I know.
They don’t want me to fall for any of them too soon. Interesting.
They will come at me with all they’ve got, and sometimes it will drive me crazy and frustrate me to no end.
All right…
They want sex and also me to last.
That’s always made sense. The punitive measures for them and the incentive for me have acted as a deterrent.
But what if…?
What if all is wrong? Or maybe it isn’t, but it might change? Or it has changed already?
What if they do want me to fall for them? And they all make a play for me?
But do they?
Kai doesn’t. And Francisco pulled back… And Alejandro pulled back before he came to me.
It’s a dance… A fucking dance. And this is not the first time this idea has percolated through my thoughts.
So no. They aren’t serious about taking me down. At least not yet. Not at this stage in the game. So I have nothing to fear.
It’s still all about pleasure, but I need to put them in their place like––I think––I did tonight.
I run my tongue up his shaft, from his balls to his tip. His erection points to my face while I swirl my tongue around his balls.
His flesh twitches.
He smiles, amused.
“Enough…” he rasps, in no hurry to fill me up, my center tense and wet with anticipation.
“Free my hands…” I say quietly between strokes over his smooth, glistening, veiny hard-on.
He clicks his tongue, flashing a lopsided grin.
The man is a tease, and I get to learn so much more about him. Falling for his teasing every single time reveals how vulnerable I am with him.
This isn’t the first time he’s done it.
He set me up at the pool when he got me with his broody look, and I fell right into his trap.
He’s smooth as fuck, hot as hell, and on a mission here to make me dance with him.
I have no doubt he’ll set a few more traps for me, and I will fall into all of them.
I push up a little to reach the tip of his erection, struggling––my position not exactly ideal––while setting a trap for him as well.