“You do,” I say, drawing another tick on the wall before dropping the pipe and stepping toward him. He watches me as I come forward, ready to make out with him and taste that salty cock catapult of his, but I stop myself just in time. “No, no, no,” I chastise and push away from him, shaking my head at myself for almost buckling and ending the game early.
My vagina threatens to mutiny, but she should know better than anybody how important these tests really are.
“You’ve only passed one test. There’s more.”
“More?” he asks, his voice radiating exasperation. “How much more are we talking about?”
“Well, I would typically make you do a hundred pushups in a minute to test your endurance, but you’ve been hard this whole time, so I think the question of endurance has already been answered,” I tell him, ticking off a finger. “I could blindfold you and see if you can track me, but with the cell being so small, I think that’d be too easy. So really all that’s left is…” I run through the various tests I’ve administered in the past and try to figure out what would work best in this case. “Ah, got it,” I announce with the snap of my fingers. Then I whip off my shirt and reach for his dark blue uniform shirt which has been abandoned in the corner.
“Wait, why are you getting dressed in my clothes?”
“Because mine would have beenwaytoo easy. Yours have buttons, clasps, and zippers, which is just what I need.
Rook huffs and runs a hand through his colorful hair. “Why do I feel like you’re trying really hard tonotfuck me?” he asks, shaking his head and watching me as I grab his pants from the floor and put them on next.
I give him a look that says,oh please. “Why do I get the impression that you’re not trying hard enoughtofuck me?” I fire back. “Did you think I’d be easy just because I’m a naughty little convict and you’re a big strong guard?”
I lace my voice with desire and run a finger down the buttons of his shirt while my eyes bank with heat. Rook licks his lips, and his cock bounces with sudden excitement. If he had a chip on that thing, it would’ve launched high enough that I could have caught it inmymouth instead. We’ll have to play that game later.
“Is this some kind of role play?” Rook asks hopefully.
I giggle. “Nope. But if you can get all my clothes off, you can fuck me any way you want to, and I’ll be a good little cockatrice and do exactly as I’m told.”
All traces of exasperation and irritation are gone, and his face turns carnal. “Finally,” Rook sighs before stepping toward me, his movements desperate and his eyes bleeding desire.
When I hop back a step, he narrows his eyes at me.
“Hold up, Glow Worm, you haven’t heard the rules yet,” I declare. “I need you to show your skill set to me. So you have to undress me...without using your hands.”
He studies me for a beat. “And if I can…”
“Then I’m yours.”
The words spill out of my lips before I can stop them. Rook’s eyes flash with something I can’t identify, and then he’s closing the distance between us before I can elaborate and explain that I only meant that I’m his for a sex-sesh, not that I would be his...for, like...ever.
He stops centimeters away from me, and his gaze bounces back and forth between my eyes. Determination sets his features, and he stares down at the buttons on his uniform shirt like he’s trying to solve a puzzle. The way he looks over every button and zipper and clasp on my body...it’s intense. Calculating. I can feel the charge in the air from the sexual challenge I’ve given him. His inner beast likes it.
A thrill works its way up my body, and I suddenly find myself wanting to say fuck the game and just tackle him instead. But then he bends over and wraps his teeth around a button, and my brain stutters to a stop. Suddenly, all I can focus on is his face pressed against my sternum, his lips closing around the navy blue button, and how fucking good he smells.
I wait a second for him to pull some crazy move and unbutton the shirt with his tongue. I can picture him tying cherry stems in his mouth for practice when he was younger or unwrapping Starbursts with only his tongue in preparation for a day like today. But instead of figuring out a way to finesse the situation, he grinds the threads securing the button to the fabric with his teeth and pulls back away from me until the button rips right off.
Well, that’s one way to do it.
I gasp as the shirt falls open ever so slightly at my chest, and he bends down and tears off the next button with his teeth. Fuck cherry stems and Starburst wrappers, this is how to get shit done!
And damn, it’s hot.
He snaps more threads, another button goes flying, and my pussy clenches with excited anticipation.
See, told you this was a good idea,I tell my lady bits smugly. My clit just shrugs me off.
A slight whimper escapes my lips as he pops off another button, and Rook looks up at me from under his ridiculously long lashes. His eyes sayI know, and I’m tempted to silently communicate backyou don’t know me, but the only problem with that is it seems like he does.
With his hands folded behind his back, he looks like he’s ready to take an evening stroll instead of participating in sexcapades. His deliciously defined back muscles bunch as he goes to work biting the shirt open, and I just want to run my hands over every perfect inch of him. I’ve never been so attracted to a male before, which makes this situation all the more ridiculous.
Rip.
Another button loses its fight to stay attached, and the uniform shirt is now gaping to my navel. He rubs the scratchy skin of his cheeks against the exposed soft skin of my stomach, and all I can think about is what it will feel like to have those scratchy cheeks between my thighs.
