cotton, prison-issued granny panties. No way in hell am I letting him see these suckers. I reach down and push my pants and underwear down at the same time just so that he doesn’t get a chance to spy what they look like.
“Eager thing, aren’t you?” he purrs.
I rip my shirt over my head, so that all I have on now is a white sports bra. I rip that off too, letting my girls hang free. I sigh at the feeling of them heavy with need, my nipples aching.
Rook’s hands come up to cup them, his fingers pinching against my pink nipples. “You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?”
I’m pretty sure I don’t look gorgeous right now, seeing as I still have taser marks on my skin and some major bedhead, but I’m not complaining.
“Shirt off,” I order him.
He holds my gaze, his fingers still plucking at my nipples hard enough to make me groan. “I give the orders when we’re fucking, Sunrise.”
“Yeah, good luck with that,” I snort. “I’m—”
My words choke off when Rook suddenly whips off his shirt because, holy fuck, he is ripped. I mean, I knew he worked out. I could tell from his biceps. But I didn’t expect his tanned, beautiful body to look like this. His abs could form their own ice cubes.
“Come to mama,” I say, dropping down so I can lick my tongue up the groove of his stomach.
His skin lurches beneath my touch, and he growls as I lick my way up to his nipple. “If you’re gonna be on your knees in front of me, then you’re taking my cock in that unstoppable mouth of yours.”
I smirk up at him. Why is he so dominant and perfect? He’s like everything I’ve always wanted in a male. “You mean like this?” I tease before leaning down and licking up the length of him.
His hands come up to grip my hair. “Fuck yes.”
I swirl my tongue around his tip, tasting him and loving the way he moans and thrusts his hips toward me, his body begging for more. I wrap my lips around the sensitive end of him and hollow out my cheeks. Rook throws his head back, and that’s when I make my move. I pop off his dick and stand up, pulling him toward me as I lean my naked back against the cold iron of the cell wall.
“What the hell?” he asks, all sullen like some kid who just had his favorite toy stolen from him.
I giggle inside.
“I just decided you haven’t earned one of my epic blow jobs yet,” I tell him, and his disbelieving eyes flash with fire as I throw down some unspoken gauntlet. “In fact, I don’t know if you’ve even earned this pussy yet,” I add.
He may think he can be all bossy when it comes to the fuckery, but he’s got another thing coming, because I want it all. I want to boss and be bossed, and not every male can handle that. Nothing gets me going like a tug-of-war. I like to play. I like to see who can win. And I want to see what Rook is about before I ride his dick. I want to know if he can handle me the way I need to be handled. I’ve had way too many disappointments in the past, and I don’t want to be disappointed again.
We stare at each other for a beat. My vagina screams, somebody play with me! And when I see his lips curl, I know he just flashed a challenge accepted my way.
Alright. Let’s see what you’re made of, Rookie.
8
“You want me to what?” Rook asks.
His face is incredulous, his pants are still around his ankles, and his dick is bopping like a Hanson brother.
I don’t know whether I feel more amusement in this moment or arousal. I’d say it’s fifty-fifty.
“It’s no big deal. Just some sex games so I know you’re worthy. We’ll call it Minute to Dick It.”
He scowls at me. “No, we won’t.”
“Fine,” I say breezily as I push away from him and pick up my shirt and start to pull it back on. I make sure to let my girls bounce extra nicely and arch my back as I tug the fabric over my head.
“Wait,” he rushes to say, and my movements pause.
I look over at him past the sleeves. “Yes?”
He grinds his pretty white teeth. “What sort of sex games?”
I suppress my grin as I pull the shirt back on all the way.