Page 26 of The Killing Game

“Don’t act stupid. It’s not cute,” I say, dropping the knife behind him. It clatters against the floor. I grab Jason’s face between my hands and lean in. Our lips are barely touching. Our breathing mixes together into a heady concoction of lust and desire.

Jason cautiously raises his hands to grab my hips. His fingertips dig into my sides. He slaps my ass, the contact echoing through the room. I throw my head back as I cry out at the pain. My skin warms under his touch. I begin to pump my hips faster, feeling my insides clench again so close to the edge.

“Not stupid,” he grunts out. “Tell me what you want.”

I stop my momentum. I look at him through hooded eyes.

“Fuck me like you hate me,” I say before kissing him.

Our mouths crash together again. We’re breathless as we consume each other.

Jason tightens his grip on my hips again, matching my pace. His hips drill into me as he drags me up and down his wicked length. Kissing, biting, grabbing each other in need. It’s a frenzy of emotions and actions as we devour each other.

My ass bounces to a rhythm as I find my release. My pussy gripping him as I scream into his shoulder.

“Oh, fuck! Yes, please! Yes! Fuck, Jason!”

Jason wraps his arms around me, continuing to pump into me. Each thrust harder and deeper than the next. I can feel him stiffen inside me as he finds his own release.

“Oh, fuckkkk,” he bellows.

Jason’s hips buck into me as he fills me. His cock twitching with every last drop he has to offer. Spent of all my energy, I drop into his embrace. I nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck. Still inside me, Jason holds me against him, one hand on my ass while the other plays with my hair splayed across his chest. Our breathing slows in tandem.

Jason’s body vibrates beneath me as I hear a laugh rumble through his chest. He doesn’t say anything as he leans in to kiss my forehead, this time his lips lingering against my damp skin. As twisted and unconventional our quasi-relationship is, this is what I’ve been missing in my life. The connection. The trust. The mutual respect. No one else has matched my twisted energy like Jason.

We remain twisted together for what feels like forever. He peppers kisses across my skin as I bask in his worship of me. Murmurs of perfection, beauty, and wit all mixed into one.

The afterglow bliss fills the room around us. Lights flicker against my eyelids leaving white sparks in my vision. I lean deeper into Jason’s embrace, relishing the warmth radiating off of his body. Nothing could get better than this moment.

The lower flicker of light continues until everything is dark behind my eyelids. Jason sighs against me. “Damn it,” he mutters.

He rocks me gently. I look up to see the outline of his body against the moonlight. He smiles at me sheepishly.

“The power finally gave out.”

FOURTEEN

10:01 P.M.

We dressed quickly before making our way back to the living room. Opening the office door, we exit our blissful sanctuary into the dark unknown. Jason takes the lead, carefully tiptoeing down the hallway. He holds my hand behind his back so I can navigate through the darkness. Our soft steps echo into the distance. It’s unnervingly quiet.

Too quiet.

The moment the thought crosses my mind, a door slams behind us. I jump at the sudden noise and drop his hand while Jason barely flinches. I look back in an attempt to see which door it was.

“Probably just the wind. I left a window open in my room,” he says passively.

“Okay,” I respond, unsure if I believe that. I can’t feel any draft coming through the narrow space.

“Sam was on the couch when I left her,” I mention, still looking behind me. For a split second, I swear I can see the outline of a figure standing in the darkness at the end of the hall. I blink a few times to adjust to the darkness, but once my eyes refocus, the figure is gone. I pick up my pace to catch up to Jason. I know better than to go back and investigate on my own. Turning around, my face makes sudden contact with Jason’s back. He’s stopped at the entryway.

“Ouch! What the fuck, Jason?” I curse, attempting to shove him out of my way. His body barely moves under my touch. Stepping around to face him, I shake his shoulder again.

“Hello. Earth to Jason. Are you good?” I ask, standing fully in front of him.

His pallid skin is ghost white. Fear is stricken through every beautiful line of his face. His body doesn’t move, but his eyes track something behind me.

“Oh my god, Jason. You act like you’ve seen a dead body,” I quip.