Oh, absolutely the fuck not. Get to fuck if you think you’re escaping me that easily.
I’m already flushed with excitement just by having to get up and chase the fucker down. Clearly, my time here will be more interesting than I first expected.
Colm moves quicker than I would have expected from someone his size. I’m trailing him down the narrow hallways of this old house, everything smelling a little of farm and wood rot, until he opens a door-seemingly at random—and puts himself behind it with a definitiveclick.
I stop outside the door, staying silent for a moment to see what he’ll do. I can’t actually hear him breathing on the other side of the shitty pine, but it’s as if I can feel it.
Feel him.
The way he’s hungered for me since he first saw me—mouth agape and dick getting hard for me even as he was strung up like a treat—is nothing short of intoxicating.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” I say in a soft, sing-song voice.
If he wants to play hide and seek, I’m more than happy to be the big bad wolf.
More silence follows, but I can wait. I tap my fingers lightly against the wood to remind him I’m here. To serve as an even greater temptation. Because he may be remarkably composed for a mafioso—famously a short-tempered demographic—but I can smell the stink of desire on him. He just needs to be reminded of his place.
More silence.
“If you don’t come out and keep me entertained, I’ll be forced to go socialize with your men,” I eventually call through the door. “I’m sure at least one of them would be happy to provide some amusement for me.”
That gets the reaction I was hoping for, and the door wrenches open to reveal my prey behind it.
He’s flustered. Most people wouldn’t notice, I think, but I can see the tension in the creases next to his eyes, and the way his breath is coming quickly through slightly parted, unfairly plush lips.
Delicious.
“Is that a no?” I ask when he doesn’t say anything.
Colm breaks his stare to snag the front of my borrowed, uncomfortable t-shirt and yank me into the room with him.
It’s a bedroom, spartan and depressing. But that’s not what I’m interested in.
“Why are you harassing me?”
The words are growled into my face, his mouth unnecessarily close to mine. I forgave his temporary lapse of touching my shirt,but when his fist doesn’t immediately release the fabric, I bat it away with enough force to send Colm back a step.
“What did I say about touching?”
I’m not as mad as I should be, though. The high of the world’s shortest chase is still fizzing in my blood, so my words come out as more of a purr than a true admonishment.
Colm squints at me.
“If you still don’t want me to touch you, then what do you want?”
I pause. That’s a good question.
I decide to seize the bull by the horns.
“Just becauseyoucan’t touch, doesn’t mean I can’t.” Colm’s eyes widen at me. “Unless you really don’t want me to. I’m not interested in playing with anyone who doesn’t want to be played with, I have so many other delightful avenues for violence in my life. But if you’re just playing hard to get, that is something I’m very, very interested in.”
Still, Colm stays silent. Now’s his chance to tell me to get fucked, and all he can do is stand there, swallowing hard as his pulse flutters visibly in his throat. I can’t tear my eyes away from his, but I know without a doubt that if I looked down, I’d see him getting hard for me all over again.
“Questions? Comments?” I ask, still getting silence in return. That’s confirmation enough for me. “Thought so.”
With a sharp, hard movement, I hit Colm’s chest with the flat of my hand and send him lurching backward. There’s a bed a few feet behind him, and it only takes one more push before his calves hit the edge of it and he lets his big body fall.
Colm ends up flat on his back, his feet still on the floor and his knees spread apart a little more than they need to be. I take the invitation for what it is, and step between them.
