“Lots of reasons,” I reply, holding up my fingers to tick them off. “Shows me you have good eye-dick coordination. It also shows off how hard your dick is. And it’ll also make your cock salty, which is good for me if I end up licking it some more.”
He chokes on my words and then snatches up the bag, grumbling under his breath. “Fucking crazy ass cockatrice chick.”
“Tick tock, your timer starts now.”
Digging into the bag, he puts a chip on the end of his dick, a finger on the head, and thenping!He flicks it down, and his cock springs up, making the chip fly.
Unfortunately, it hits him in the chest.
“Bummer, man. Try again.”
He does. Again and again and again, until I’m laughing so hard that tears are threatening to run down my cheeks.
“Stop laughing!” he says, flustered.
“Sorry, sorry,” I quickly say, biting on my lips to keep my giggles from slipping out. “You just need to adjust your projectile angle. You’re doing great though. It hit your cheek that time. You’re so close.”
“This is ridiculous. I can’t stay hard for this shit.”
“No chip dick, no licky-lick.”
His cock bobs. I smile. “Looks like you’re staying hard just fine.”
“I am going to fuck you raw for this.”
Please, yes.
“Then you better stop screwing up. Ten seconds left!”
With another string of curses, he digs into the bag. “Shit, I only have one chip left!” he exclaims, all flustered.
“Make it count, boo.”
He scowls. “God, this is humiliating.”
“Don’t worry, you look hot. And savory,” I chortle.
His mouth curls, and despite his best efforts not to enjoy himself, he totally is.
With the last chip on his dick, he concentrates. Five...four...three...two...
Launch!
Mouth gaping, cock springing, neck tilting, the chip goes flying straight onto his tongue.
“Score!” I yell, clapping as I jump up and down in excitement.
He raises his arms in the air, ready to take a victory lap as the timer beeps.
“Well done, Glow Worm.”
He cocks a brow and drops his arms. “Glow Worm?”
“Yeah,” I say, nodding at his hair that’s still glowing. “That nickname is sticking.”
“Hmm,” he grunts. “Well? Do I get a reward for winning?” he challenges.
I run my gaze over his six pack, his strong thighs, the way the shadows wrap around every muscle and indent. Damn, he’s perfect.
