Taylor blinked the momentary shock from his eyes. “You’re delusional,” he said.
“And you’re blind,” I replied. “We’re the same size. In fact…” I used my thumb to keep the base of my cock down, so it was completely flat. “I might be half an inch bigger.”
“Fuck off,” Taylor said.
“Sorry,” I said with a grin. “I’m here to make you cum. This was your idea, remember?” With that, I brought my hand to my mouth, spat, then lowered it to stroke him. The saliva in my hand left his cock glistening.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “You’re fucking messy,” he told me, fire in his eyes. “You’ve got spit on your chin.”
I leaned over him, offering my chin to him like a gift. “Want to lick it off?” I asked, smiling.
The revolted look on his face just made my grin widen. There was nothing better than getting a rise out of Taylor. Especially when most of the time, he was so calm and collected.
Laughing, I continued to stroke him, fast enough that a soft wet noise filled the air. I ignored my own cock, but for some reason, it wouldn’t soften. I wasn’t sure why — maybe it’s because Taylor’s naked body was filling my entire field of vision.
His lean muscles, his flawless skin, the flushed patches of pink on his ears, cheeks and chest.
I expected him to fight, maybe even push me off, but it was as if he had turned to stone. He just stared at me, his mouth a flat, angry line, but his cock so, so hard in my hand. Leaking, and flushed. Beautiful, really —
Fuck. What was I thinking? Cocks weren’t beautiful, and especially not Taylor’s.
That was it. As much as I was enjoying having Taylor like this — silent and docile — I needed to get this competition over with as soon as possible, before I continued having weird thoughts.
I had to be clever about this. What had made me win last time?
Well, firstly, I’d played with myself.
Tentatively, I used my free hand to reach for my nipple. I twisted it gently, but bolts of pleasure shot through mybody right to my dick. Shit. My chest was way more sensitive than usual.
Taylor’s eyes trained on my chest, and I felt him throb in my palm. At least I knew this tactic was effective, but I had to be careful not to blow my own load.
What else had I done to win last time?
Oh, right. I’d used my words.
“Be honest with me,” I said. “This game is just another excuse for you to touch me, isn’t it?”
His eyes flashed, but I continued talking before he could interrupt me.
“That’s why you begged me to play again.” I reached forward, grabbing his chin just like he had grabbed mine earlier. “And that’s also why you want to win.”
“I want to win to prove I’m better than you,” he said through clenched teeth. “And to expose you for the virgin you are.”
“Sure, sure. But you also want to make me your slave. What was the prize again? I’d be your slave for a single night?”
Taylor’s eyes were like pits of coal, but he didn’t reply. Maybe he was too angry, or maybe because he didn’t want to fall for the bait.
“I bet you’d make real good use of that single night. You wouldn’t let me sleep, would you? No, you’d be too busy ruining me.”
“Shut up,” Taylor said, but he didn’t sound as angry as Iexpected. “What about you?” he demanded. “You said yourself that you’d suck my cock until tears were streaming down your face.”
I only said that shit to win,I thought. But if I explained that to him, it would break the spell.
I didn’t falter, or blush, or glare. Instead, I gave him an innocent smile. “You’re right, I did.” I started to lower my head, my gaze not leaving his face.“Should I try?”
I’d just poked my tongue out when his eyes widened, and he flinched so hard, my hand slid off him. I felt almost…offended. Did he really not want my tongue on his cock? Or maybe he’d reacted that way, because he knew it’d be a surefire way he’d lose.
Suddenly, he was on top of me, just like he had been when we’d started this game. His knees shoved my thighs apart, and since I wasn’t wearing pants anymore, I felt extremely exposed.
