I leave my pants and panties on the floor, though, so my shirt hits me mid-thigh.
His eyes scan the length of me. “Fuck, you look like every inmate fantasy I’ve ever had, but better.”
I beam at him and grab the pipe from the floor. “Look at you, already earning a point!” I say excitedly before walking over to the wall and scraping the pipe down it. With a loud screech, I scratch a tick mark onto it to keep track of his points. “You’re doing so good already.”
Eyes still lit up with hunger, he brings a hand down to his cock and strokes himself once. Twice. Three times. “Yeah? Just how good, Sunrise?”
I swallow hard, my eyes flicking back up to his face from the erotic show that’s going on down south. “Don’t try to distract me.”
He just smirks.
“Can I borrow your watch?”
Taking his hand off his stiff member, he undoes the clasp on his wrist and tosses it over to me. I catch it and press the buttons, setting the timer. “Okay, Minute to Dick It. You have sixty seconds to put a chip on the end of your dick and shoot the chip into your mouth.”
Rook stares at me openmouthed. “What? I’m not doing that.” When I don’t reply, he huffs. “What the fuck is the point of that?”
“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 then ping! 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.
“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