Page 46 of Fallen Rook

“Lick it,” he commanded.

“Lick it?”

“Lick my thigh clean, Enzo.”

Did he say that because he knew I wanted to, or because he just wanted to punish me for whatever the fuck bothered him now?

I swiped my tongue over my lips again. “Make me.”

He grabbed me by the hair, lowering my face to the cum. I started lapping over it so fast I could feel Tom’s body trembling with laughter.

“You’ve been laughing a lot lately,” I grumbled as I licked in a circular motion around his leg. “At my expense, but it still counts.”

“Shut up.”

“Mi piaci veramente.”

“I said no Italian.”

“Fuck you, bro.” I flattened my tongue over his muscular thigh, lapping the last remains of our cum.

“What did you say?”

I really like you.

“Your cum tastes like soap.”

After it was done, he gave me a scorching, passionate kiss, the taste of our cum exchanged between mouths. He hopped into the shower without asking for permission and came out with my towel wrapped around his waist.

“I’m going home,” he announced, looking around for his clothes.

“Yeah?” It was my turn to sprawl in my bed with a shit-eating grin. “Good luck making your way there naked.”

I’d been purposeful in destroying his suit. First of all, he’d looked way too good in it, and even if he hadn’t, it was too bloodied and torn to be worn again. Second, I knew I could keep him for the night if I played dirty. As it happened, it was my favorite winning strategy.

Tom’s desolate stare found mine in the darkness. “Can I borrow something from you?”

“Sure,” I purred. “My closet is at your disposal, from six a.m. onward. It’s almost three in the morning now. This wouldn’t even qualify as a sleepover,” I assured him. “Stop overthinking it, and come cuddle with me, baby.” I patted the empty side of my bed.

The last part was said just to get a rise out of him. In my defense, there was something intoxicating about knowing I was the only one who managed to get under his skin. To take this stoic, merciless specimen of a creature and turn it into an angry, messy motherfucker.

The familiar furious glare quickly took over his face. “I don’t cuddle.”

“This is shocking news I’m hearing,” I teased, stretching lazily in my bed, yawning. “Come on. I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

“I’m not sleeping with you, Enzo.”

“I know. It’s more of a nap. We have less than three hours. Let’s get started.”

“I’m borrowing some clothes and leaving.”

“Sure. In the morning. Come to bed.”

“Enzo.”

“Are you going to steal my clothes now?” I asked incredulously. “Because the cheapest item I own is, like, five hundred bucks, and you better know I’ll file a complaint.” I waited. He glared at me some more, standing at the foot of the bed. When he realized he couldn’t kill me with the force of his hate stare, he growled in defeat, ripped the towel from his waist, and joined me in bed. Naked.

“If you cuddle me, I’m ripping your dick off.” He snatched all the blanket to himself.