“You have a better idea?” he asked. “I don’t want you anywhere near my bed.”
“I don’t want you near mine either,” I replied. “Fine, the floor it is.” I walked over to the couch, and crossed my legs, not missing the way Taylor’s gaze slid up my calves and thighs. “So what exactly are we doing?”
“It’s simple. First to come loses.”
“That’s it? We’ll be here all night.” Scratch that, we’d be here for a century.
“I wasn’t finished,” Taylor said. “We’re allowed to touch each other.”
I blinked a few times, doing my best to ignore the unfurling rush of something deep in my belly. “Touch each other?” I demanded. “So, basically, we’re having sex.”
“Are you stupid? Touching each other doesn’t immediately equal sex. Though I can understand why you’d jump to that conclusion…virgin.”
“Shut up,” I said. “Where exactly are we allowed to touch?”
“Anywhere.” His eyes glittered.
I swallowed, but maintained a neutral tone. “This sounds suspiciously like you just want an excuse to get all up in this.” I gestured at myself.
“Keep dreaming, Archie. As if I’d ever wantyou.”
I scowled. “Fine. Fine! We can touch each other, and first to come loses. Anything else?”
“Once we’re on the rug, we can’t leave. That means no running to the bathroom to cool off.”
I nodded.
“We’re allowed to talk and touch ourselves, but you can’t reach for your phone and start playing a porn video. The only tool you can use is your body.”
I nodded again. That was fair.
Taylor hesitated, rolling his tongue over his teeth. “I suppose this is where I should ask if there’s anything that’s off limits to you.”
My brows came together. “What do you mean?”
“Yes, this is a competition, but I don’t want to do anything that makes you…uncomfortable.”
“Don’t worry about it. Everything you do will be repulsive to me, anyway.”
“That’s not what happened last time, when you were jerking yourself off to the sight of my cum.”
I glared at him. “Do I need to remind you wholostthat competition, Taylor?”
He ignored that. “Any final questions?”
I tilted my head as I thought over everything he said. There didn’t appear to be any loopholes or ambiguous rules. “Nah, that’s everything.”
That’s when Taylor stepped forward and grabbed my chin, tilting it up so I was forced to look at him. He was irritatingly tall like this — me sitting down, him towering over me.
“Get on the carpet,” he said.
My senses came back to me, and I batted his hand away.
“Don’t boss me around,” I grumbled, moving from thecouch to the rug. At least the wool was soft under my skin.
“Get used to it, because when you’re my slave, I’ll be bossing you around all night.” Taylor sat down on the carpet too, stretching his long legs out.
“Youget used to it,” I said. “When you’re my slave, I’ll make you follow me everywhere, crawling on your hands and knees.”
