She raised a brow. “You’re gonna take your hoodie off?”
“Not yet.” I pulled her face to mine and kissed her slowly at first, then deep. The kind of kiss that made her moan low in her throat and clutch my shoulder like she was trying to stay upright.
When I finally pulled back, she blinked. “You’re cheating,” she whispered.
“Never that,” I kissed her again, just because I could. Her ass shifted on my lap, and I felt all that softness pressing against me. I groaned low in her ear. “Stop movin’.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You tryna start somethin’?”
“Depends.”
I stared at her for a second, letting that settle. The way she said it was calm, but her eyes were daring me. Testing me. I smirked and leaned back against the couch. “Aight then. Pick a card.”
She slid off my lap just enough to reach the deck on the coffee table. I watched her the whole time. The way her thighs flexed when she moved. The way her hair fell forward over her shoulder. She pulled a card, read it silently, and froze for half a second.
My brow lifted. “What it say?”
She looked at me, trying to play it cool. “You sure you wanna keep playing?”
“Oh, I definitely do,” I said, settling deeper into the couch. “Read it.”
Taelyn inhaled, then read it out loud. “Demonstrate how you touch yourself when you’re alone or take five shots.”
Then I leaned forward, elbows on my knees. “Mmm… tough decision.” I knew it wasn’t. She’d choose playing with that pussy over drinking.
Her cheeks flushed just a little, but she didn’t look away. “I can’t believe you bought this damn game.”
“Go ‘head. I’ma watch you follow instructions.”
She took a slow sip of her drink, then set it down carefully. Instead of touching herself right there like I expected, she looked at the card again, then looked at me. “Hold on,” she said.
My brow lifted. “Where you goin’?”
“You said demonstrate, right?”
I leaned back into the couch, spreading my legs a little wider. “Aight. I’m not movin’.”
She held my eyes for one long second, then turned and walked down the hallway toward her bedroom without another word. I watched her go, ass jiggling underneath that red lace until she disappeared around the corner. My dick was already bricked up instantly.
“Yeah,” I muttered to myself, reaching behind my ear for one of the blunts I rolled earlier. “She think she slick.”
I sparked it and leaned back into the couch, one arm draped over the back cushion, music still vibing low in the background. Something smooth and bass-heavy was playing, the kind of track that made everything feel slower.
I took a long pull and let the smoke drift out. My mind started going places thinking about how she looked the first night. Thinking about how disciplined she’d been this whole month. Thinking about how tonight was about to undo all that restraint.
I heard her bedroom door open, and I sat up a little straighter. Then, Taelyn stepped back into the living room with her robe gone. Red lace lingerie hugged her body like it wasmade for her specifically. And in her hand was a pink rose, and I wasn’t talking about the flower.
I shook my head immediately. “Nah.”
She stopped in front of me, balancing her weight on one side. “What?”
“You can’t cheat,” I said, taking another pull from the blunt. “The card said demonstrate howyoutouch yo’self, not how yo’ toys do.”
Her lips pressed together in annoyance. “It’s still me.”
“Nah,” I said calmly. “Fingers only, mamas.”
