“Dylan, hi. I didn’t… I thought—”
I lift up my hand to stop him. “Hold on, I just got a text from this crazy hot guy. It might be important.” He leans against the door and beams at me as I swipe across my screen and fail miserably at holding back my ridiculous smile.
Reese: I’ll always stop whatever it is I’m doing to come to you.
Oh, man. I tilt my head and step toward him, kissing him briefly on the lips before I turn away from him. “Got my fix. See ya,” I say and yelp as his hands grip me around my waist and lift me up, pulling me back against him as he carries me through his doorway. “Put me down, you barbarian.” I laugh and he shifts me so I am now hanging over his shoulder, my face in his perfect ass. I smack it loudly and feel his hand pinch mine as he walks me through his condo, which I am now getting my first real look at; of course, it’s all upside down at the moment. Stopping finally, he slides me down his body and places my feet on the floor.
“You’re here,” he states as I give him a quick once over. He’s wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt and looks entirely too snuggly. I reach up and run my fingers through his hair as he smiles down at me, the little lines popping out next to his eyes.
“I am, and, thank God, so are you. I panicked that maybe you were out on a hot date or something.”
He looks at me curiously and runs his fingers along my jaw. “No hot date tonight, I’m afraid. And what exactly are you doing here? I thought we shouldn’t see each other more than once in the same day?”
I shrug and step back from him, glancing around the massive living area that we are standing in. This has to be the nicest condo I’ve ever been in. “I was feeling rebellious. What were you doing before I got here?” My eyes fall on the couch that I am very fond of as his hands wrap around my waist, pulling me back against him.
“Watching TV on my favorite couch.” He reaches around and plants a kiss on my ear. “Would you like to join me?”
“I thought maybe we’d play a game. Do you have any cards?”
He releases me and disappears down the hallway and into a room while I turn and sit on the armrest of the couch. Re-emerging moments later, he tosses me the deck and I stand up and walk to his round dining table, pulling out a chair and sitting in it. He sits across from me and I blow him a kiss.
“Handsome.” I pull the cards out and begin shuffling them.
“Love, what game are we playing?” He leans back in his chair, his shirt tightening across his broad chest. Who the hell looks this good in sweats?
I think for a moment before I reply. “I actually don’t think it has a name, so I’ll just explain it to you.” I stand up and walk around the table, pulling my chair so that it is now next to his, and sit down. He turns his body toward me and begins lightly running his fingertips over my bare knee. I place the stacked deck face down on the table in front of us.
“So, we take turns drawing cards, each suit representing something different. Hearts are kissing, diamonds are oral, clubs are stimulation using your hands, and spades are massages.” His eyebrows raise and he licks his grinning lips. “The numbers on the cards represent how many seconds you get to do that activity, for example.” I pull the top card and turn it in my hand, showing the five of hearts. Leaning in, I press my mouth against his and swipe my tongue across his lips as he moves with me. I savor his minty taste for five, well worth it, seconds and then break away, placing my card down on the table. “Oh, and I’ve kept the jokers in. You pick one of those and you get to fuck me.”
He rubs his hands together eagerly. “No time limit on the fucking?” Dropping his hand on top of the deck, he waits anxiously for my response with a raised brow.
“No, but I would like to play a little before we get completely lost in each other, so I’m hoping neither one of us draws one for at least a couple turns.”
He looks like he is about to respond, but quickly shakes his head as he picks up a card. I dance in my seat as he shows it to me. “Diamonds are what again?”
“Oral.” I lean back in my chair and spread my legs as he amusingly kneels down in front of me. He looks just as enthusiastic about this as I am.
“Count it out,” he says, slipping off my panties and tucking them into his pants pocket.
“I will be getting those back before I leave,” I state, praying he’ll actually refuse me.
“Good luck with that.” Burying his head between my legs, I wait to start the count until I feel the first lick.
“Oh, wow. One, two, threeeee.” He sits up and licks his lips as I reach the end of my count. “Stupid. I should have removed all cards with numerical values less than ten.”
“You should have. Three seconds between your legs is not nearly enough time for me.”