SCOUT
I lookedup from Desi’s lap as he stared intently at the small, red ball of hot cinnamon pinched between my fingers.
“The offer is tempting,” he murmured. His fingers went to my hair and began to run through them, tugging lightly at the roots. I moaned softly, which caused him to react. His expression darkened with lust.
“You don’t think it could be fun?” I puffed out my lower lip. His gaze went there, as he imagined exactly what I’d do with them if he wanted me to. All he had to do was try the candy.
“Oh, baby, I definitely think it can.” He grinned wickedly, and his cock jerked. He urged me up and leaned forward, grabbing a fistful of fireballs from the bowl. He stood and offered me his hand. “Let’s go play.”
In the bedroom, he flicked the light on, and I swiftly flicked it back off. I closed the door behind us and pushed him toward my bed. He fell back with a low chuckle and propped himself back up on his elbows.
I turned and bent down to turn my boombox on.
“You have a sex mixtape?”
“Only for you,” I said, slipping off my jeans. He motioned for me to remove my shirt as well, and I obliged, slow and careful not to mess up my hair. I had taken extra effort today to curl and put it up into two bouncy ponytails.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured, as I crawled to the bed. I tugged on his jeans. He shook his head and bit down on his lip. “Nuh-uh, you do it.”
My fingers, despite knowing what was waiting for me under the fabric, fumbled as I found the button and popped it open. My heart raced as I tugged his zipper down as slowly as I could.
“You want a taste?”
My mouth watered in anticipation. The memories of his touch and the strength of his desire for me sent my body into a fit of excitement. I had experienced his cock in my hand and inside me, but now, I only wanted him in my mouth.
He shifted his hips to allow me to remove his jeans. I did so slowly, brushing my hand over the bulge in his underwear.
“You tease,” he growled low.
“Oh, you want me to touch it?”
His eyes sparkled with mischief. “I want you to put it in your mouth.”
“I was just thinking the same thing.” Sliding over the top of him, my lace bra tickled my nipples, causing them to rise as they brushed against his warm, bare chest. I reached for the fireballs that he had abandoned beside him. Arousal pooled between my thighs. I put the wrapped candy in-between my teeth and looked up into Desi’s blue eyes.
He watched me carefully as I slid the fireball candy out of the plastic packaging and offered it to him.
“We’re going to play a game,” I told him. “Show me what you want me to do.”
He took it gingerly and swallowed nervously. He had told me on more than one occasion how much he didn’t like how hot they were. I reached between my thighs and removed his cock from his boxers. It had been barely contained, but now fully out, it hardened even further. I stroked it up and down. He closed his eyes and sighed.
“I think I could come like this,” he murmured.
I stopped.
His eyes popped open.
“That’s not how the game works, Desi,” I warned him.
He rolled his eyes, but finally, slipped the fireball between his lips, and slid his tongue around it.
“This isn’t so bad,” he said, and then a moment later, he was spitting it out into his hand with a hiss. “Fuck!”
“That was fifteen seconds.” I giggled.
“So that’s fifteen seconds…” He looked at my hands still on his cock. “Your turn.”
I climbed off his lap and slid down the bed, making myself comfortable between his legs. I opened my mouth and, starting at the base, I licked him all the way up to the top of his head and then back down. He groaned as I teased him.
