Ex Games

“How am I torturing you?”

“Do you want the truth or the censored version?”

“I mean we already lied about our names, we might as well go with total honesty for the rest of the night.” I felt something naughty tug at the ends of my lips. “Go ahead. Tell me exactly how I’m torturing you.”

“Wait, I do believe it was your turn to say what you liked about me before we got distracted by each other giving fake names.”

“Fine.” I raked my lower lip between my teeth. “Well, I’m sure you’re aware, considering every pair of female eyes in this room has been glued to you since you walked through that door, but you’re… very attractive. And in case you didn’t realize, a plain white T-shirt on a tall, muscular man is pretty much every woman’s Kryptonite, so good job with that,” I giggled, plucking the skewer from my drink and sucking off the cherry. When I returned my eyes to Max, I caught him shifting in his seat, a hand cupped around his package as he arranged it. I arched an eyebrow.

“Sorry. Just fixing myself,” he laughed, sheepish.

“What, running out of room in there?” Oops. Again, it just came out. My pulse quickened as Max’s brows shot up. The tantalizing grin that spread his lips prompted a sudden throbbing between my legs.

“Honestly, yes. Space has been limited since you made yourself…” He eyed my chest. “Bounce around like that.”

“Since I what?” I played coy.

“Since you shook those perfect tits in my face.”

Shit. I pressed my knees together, the pulsing in my thighs spreading through my body, unfurling hot in my stomach. Max watched me squirm in my seat, his unblinking gaze merciless.

“Why are you doing that?” he asked, his voice both smooth and wicked. Despite being hot already, I prolonged our game.

“I’ll tell you after you tell me why I’m torturing you.”

“Right,” Max laughed, his gaze on my legs as I continued to writhe. My body prickled with such heat that I could feel every shift in my dress, every stroke of the fabric against my tingling skin. “Well, for starters,” his stare trailed up my thighs, my stomach, between my breasts. It landed finally upon my swollen lips, willing them to softly part. “You’re gorgeous. Unbelievably. You’re the kind of beautiful that made me feel like I needed to act fast because I knew every other set of eyes in the room was already on you. On these lips. This little dress. Those legs. I knew I wasn’t the only one who’d taken one look at you and started fantasizing.”

“Fantasizing,” I repeated, swallowing. “About?”

“The uncensored version?”

“The exact words you were thinking.”

With a smirk, he leaned forward, his shoulders broadening. “Alright. I thought about what you’d look pressed up against this bar naked. How it’d feel to put my hands all over your body.”

“Those were the exact words you used in your head?” I asked dubiously.

Max’s green eyes hardened. “Fine.” A ravenous look glazed over them as his gaze traveled across my chest. “I thought about ripping your clothes off and squeezing those perfect tits. I thought about licking your skin. Sucking on those nipples that I can already see through your dress since you clearly aren’t wearing a bra.” Jaw clenched, I could see Max getting turned on. “And I thought about how fucking wet I knew I could get you.”

“Is that it?” I teased.

“No.”

“Then go on.”

Max’s eyes followed my movements as I gathered my hair off my hot neck. “I think we should stop it here.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s getting literally too hard for me to talk about this. And the way you keep squirming in your seat is only making it worse.”

Chewing on my lip, I dropped my gaze to Max’s zipper. Holy. Shit. My eyes traced the thick outline of his erection, which snaked down the left leg of his jeans. Fingers curling around the edge of my seat, I tried to resist the urge to wrap my hands around his girth – to stroke till I could feel just how many inches it took to reach his helmet.

“Really though. I think it’s time for you to tell me why you keep doing that,” Max said, that devious expression returning.

I looked back up. “Doing what?”

“Squirming.”