Page 52 of Challenge Me

“Finish him,” Jeffrey said, doing his best impression.

Remi snapped his fingers and broke into a grin. “That’s it. Thanks. Carry on.”

I shot him a glare, but he winked and nodded toward the front. He switched to short movements at the tip, and if I wasn’t in this situation, I would have stopped him. It was so overstimulating that my hands fisted to hide the way they began to shake. I arched a little in my seat, unable to hold back completely as the feeling ignited in my balls and spread rapidly down my shaft.

I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes. With my face hidden, my mouth fell open and I stopped breathing, too afraid of what would come out of me otherwise. Remi’s palm cupped the tip of my dick as I came, and he used his thumb to stimulate beneath my head. It was easily the best orgasm of my life after the one I’d had on his pool table, and he coaxed it further with his persistent touch.

As soon as I could think semi-clearly, I focused on fixing my face. If anyone saw me right this second, they’d know exactly what had happened. I’d never live that down. No doubt someone on the team would leak the information, then my reputation would be completely fried.

“Amir, you alright?” Shawn asked.

Swiping both hands down my face casually, I made a show of squinting. “Got a bit of a migraine from these LEDs, I think.”

“Do you need me to change the lineup? I’ve got you batting first.”

“I’ll be great once I’m out of here.”

“Good. We’ve got a reputation to win back.”

Story of my life.

Remi removed his hand, but he used it to squeeze my thigh firmly over my pants. I frowned down at them, grateful they were white, otherwise I’d have a hand-shaped cum stain for the world to see. He pushed his chair back, then stood and stretched both arms above him. My eyes widened when he reached for a cookie from one of the trays. He took a bite, then looked at a crumb on his finger and sucked it into his mouth.

“God, I love sweet things,” he groaned. He licked the pad of his thumb, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

Inconspicuously, I secured my pants and scooted my chair back. “You should get to your seat.”

“Yeah, I’ll do that. Maybe I should bring a cookie for Roman.”

I caught his wrist mid-air and gripped it tightly enough to make a point as I dragged him to the side, further from prying eyes. “Wash your hands.”

“Will do, baseball man.”

He started to walk toward the sinks, but he paused. I watched him cautiously as he leaned closer.

“I have one more question before I go.”

When he pressed his lips against mine, I wondered if this was what it felt like to lose your mind. If so, I was inclined to feel an odd camaraderie with the inhabitants of Wonderland.

“Do you like the taste of yourself?” he murmured, so softly I almost didn’t catch it.

Gripping the back of his neck, I flicked his lip with my tongue. “I liked your taste a lot better.”

“Oh, he’s not shy.”

My lips curved. “I’ll take you out tonight.”

“Out?” His brows rose, though I wasn’t sure what exactly was surprising.

“A date. Wine, three courses, candles. The whole nine yards.”

“Uh, why?”

“That’s a ridiculous question.” I glanced around at the guys, who were far more focused than I was. “I have to get ready. See you after, okay?”

He just nodded before he turned and left the room.

Remi was a little backwards. A hand job in a room full of professional baseball players was casually exhilarating for him. Meanwhile, being treated like he mattered made him uncomfortable.