“And Assbag Kingston isn’t gonna weigh your game down?” I ask, hoping Marcus can tune Kingston out for the rest of the week and not let it get to him before the game.
Marcus looks at me and furrows his brow. He muses over the question, probably trying to figure out if he can rise above, or at least find the confidence to tell me he can.
“No chance in hell,” he finally says, confidently and conclusively.
I smile at that and decide to give him an extra incentive to focus on whenever Kingston starts running his mouth.
“Then I guess I’ll have to figure out a reward for when you win.”
Marcus’s head cocks slightly to the side, his eager eyes taking me in and a smile crooking at his lips.
“Reward?”
I roll my bottom lip between my teeth and nod. “Mhmm.”
That deceptively shy smile spreads wider across his face. “Have you got anything specific in mind?”
I huff out a laugh. “Not just yet, but I promise it’ll be worth it.”
“If it’s coming from you, then there’s no way it wouldn’t be. But just food for thought, are you taking requests?” he asks, and now it’s my turn to raise a curious eyebrow.
“I can take requests into consideration,” I hedge, curious to know what he’s got in mind.
He takes a deep breath before looking me in the eye.
“I want you to fuck me,” he says resolutely.
“You’re serious? That’s what you want?”
I know he’s said as much already, but I didn’t realize it was an immediate desire. I kind of felt like that was something that would be worked up to.
“Yeah, I’ve had months to think about it, and as much as I lovefucking you, and trust me, I really,reallylove fucking you, like kind of hoping to bury myself in your sweet ass again tonight if you’re on board. But all that aside, there’s this achy need in my gut that exists solely for the purpose of getting fucked by you,” he rambles out, and it floors me how his naked honesty can just dig deep and do things to me.
“I feel like there was a guilt trip in there,” I tease him just a bit, knowing I’m going to give him what he wants.
Not just because he wants it, but because I want it too, so fucking desperately. I have, for a long time, even before we got together, fantasized about how his perfect ass would feel on my dick.
Marcus’s smile widens, probably able to see the yes in my eyes. It’s ridiculous how easily this fucker can read me.
“Not really, I wouldn’t have thrown it in if you hadn’t already said you were on board with all the ways you could play with my ass.”
I bite my lip for a moment to stop the besotted smile that I know is fighting its way to my mouth and nod a bit like I’m agreeing to a negotiation instead of fighting the urge to drop to my knees and beg for admittance right here and now in the middle of this pastel-laden deli.
“Alright, you’re on. Win Saturday’s game and I’ll fuck you as a reward.”
Marcus raises an eyebrow. “And if I lose?”
“Then I’ll fuck you as punishment,” I answer, absolutely refusing to lose out on the possibility of him bending over for me.
“Fuck, you’re a dream come true,” he says so appreciatively that I can’t help the inner preening that fans both my vanity and has my dick perking up with interest.
“And Marcus, just so you’re aware, there will be additional elements to your reward that you don’t get to know until after you win your game,” I tell him, letting my lips curl up in a seductive smile.
“Elements?” He raises an eyebrow.
“No hints, other than it’s averysexy surprise, and I promise, it’ll besoworth the wait.”
I drop the incentive like a weight, a promise to give him what he wants with a surprise bonus for him to ponder.
