We scanned our cards, getting a game set up. I could barely focus on my own game since I was far too entranced in watching Link. The way his body shifted as he tossed the ball up the ramp. The way the muscles in his arm coiled and bunched.
“Why aren’t you playing?” he asked, drawing me out of my thoughts. “Scared I’m gonna beat you?”
I scoffed. “You fucking wish. I dominate at Skee-Ball.”
“Sure.” Link side-eyed me. “Wanna make a bet?”
Tossing the ball between my hands, I studied him. “What kind of bet?”
Link tossed another ball up, hitting the highest point target. “I win, and I get to fuck you.”
I laughed. “Is that so? And if you don’t?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. You suck me off?”
I leaned in close to him, breathing in his strong scent. “How about this? If you win, you can fuck me.But ifIwin, I get to edge you all night long, and you don’t get to come.”
He swallowed hard. “That hardly seems fair.”
“I’m not trying to make it fair. I’m trying to win. Wouldn’t that be so fun? You squirming, cock leaking, fucking desperate for me?”
He shook his head, but his scent didn’t lie. It thickened in the air, filling my senses. He liked that idea quite a bit.
He had one ball left, and when he was about to roll it, I glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then I leaned even closer to him, inhaling deeply. “You know how you can smell me?” He froze, then nodded. “I can smell you too, Link.” I brushed my nose along his throat, right over his scent gland, where his intoxicating scent was the strongest. “You can’t hide from me. I know how bad you want it.”
His throat clicked with his swallow.
“So what’s it gonna be? You wanna take the bet or not?”
“I’ll take the bet.”
“Good boy.”
He inhaled a quick breath, then turned to face me. “But I’m going to win. Can’t wait to bury myself inside you.”
Grinning, I patted his cheek. “That’s cute.”
Link
Of course he’d added extra pressure to our competition. First, he didn’t let me come in the shower aftertoying with me the way he had, and now he was talking about being able to smell how badly I wanted to fuck him.
It was going to take a miracle, but if there was anything I knew with one hundred percent certainty about myself, it was that I was competitive to a fault. I’d been walking around half-hard since the moment we’d left the shower. He called me a good boy.
Fucking good boy.
A shiver ran down my spine as the thought of sinking into him raced through my mind for what seemed to be the twelfth time in barely a minute.
I gripped the ball in my hand, incredibly motivated by the growing tent in my jeans. Elias leaned close again, whispering in my ear. “Don’t fumble, Link.”
Turning my head, I glared at him. “At least give me a fair shot at this. Stop distracting me.”
He put his hands up in defense, walking backward a bit. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop.” A smirk formed on his lips. “Good luck, my good boy.”
Fucking bastard. I growled in his direction—a soft, short warning growl. Holding the ball in my hand, I lowered my arm, lined up the shot, and rolled it at a slight angle. I watched with bated breath as it rolled up, popped into the air, hit the left side of the machine, and went right into the hole worth one hundred points.
“Yes!” I pumped my fist with a big grin on my face, turning toward Elias. “Read it and weep, Elias. I fucking win.”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “Well done. I really didn’t expect you to get that one.”
