“The cooks seem rude.”
“They are. I don’t trust them at all.”
“Good. Don’t.”
He stands up after tying his shoe and stretches his back. “And what do I get if I win?”
I shrug. “What do you want?”
He rolls his lips between his teeth and lets out a long, shuddering breath. “I want you to eat my ass.”
My already hard dick perks up entirely.
“Seems I win no matter what.”
“Except losing would hurt your ego,” Colton replies and then bends his knees.
“Go on three?”
He counts down, and my heart thunders in my chest. When he gets to one, he dashes forward, and I’m left trailing, my mind telling me to lose, but my ego telling me to win.
Problem is, he’s faster than I am. Of course he is. He’s more lithe, wiry. And I’m more muscular. My legs can move me quickly, but I’m not as fast as him.
When he finally collapses against a tall evergreen trunk, he inhales deeply.
“Fuck. I won.”
“I let you,” I say, my chest puffing in and out with each breath.
“Ha, liar. You didn’t.”
His gaze meets mine, and then his hand falls to the button of his pants.
“Lie on the ground,” he tells me. “I’m going to collect my prize.”
My hard cock doesn’t soften. It just aches as I stare at him.
“We really shouldn’t. Not here.”
He glowers at me, and then he’s on me, his foot sweeping under mine, and my back suddenly hits the ground with anoomph.
Breath leaves my lungs as I stare up at him, dazed.
“Fall for it every time,” he says and then lets his eyes rove over me. They stop at my dick, which was flagging during the assault, but is now back in business.
His foot goes onto my chest, keeping me down, and I do nothing to fight him off. I watch as he undoes his pants, pulling them and his underwear down his legs until he’s completely naked. He kicks them off and twists his shirt around his waist, showing off his hard cock.
His knees hit the dirt as he straddles me, shuffling up my body until his cock is at my lips.
“Gonna sit on your face,” he says as he stares down at me.
I give him the slightest nod, and he spins around, his ass right on my face. My hands reach up, parting his cheeks, and I inhale deeply. He smells good, like a fresh shower, like he washed more than his face when he disappeared back into the house. He must have known this was going to happen.
He knew he’d win.
He knew I’d let him.
My tongue lashes out, and he groans lowly, his body vibrating with need and with the stroke of his hand on his cock.
