TONY: Slow Burn (Raging Fire Book 1) Kallypso Masters (short books for teens .txt) 📖

difference made it hilarious to watch. Another pop and Angelina came to stand behind Tony.

Suddenly, he had his confirmation that he’d be the one humping Carm’s ass to pop her balloon. Tony would have a fight on his hands not to get hard. As the other line moved faster than his, he worried that the game might end before he and Carm got their turn.

Man, I hope not.

Then Ryder, in Tony and Carm’s line, popped Megan’s balloon on the first try. The teams had evened out again.

Yeah, boy!

Carm didn’t make eye contact or small talk with him. All businesslike, he didn’t get the feeling she was as excited about this as he was. Well, she was the one who’d proposed playing this game. Perhaps she hadn’t thought every scenario through as precisely as she’d intended. Then again, maybe she had done this intentionally.

Had she expected to have Tony behind her? Too late now. Game on.

Carm thanked God she wasn’t standing behind Papa. That would be beyond awkward. As it was, she was behind Matteo who was behind Franco. Maybe she didn’t think this through as well as she did most things, but Tony hadn’t objected to it when she’d described the game to him over the phone.

“Trade places, darlin’,” Matteo said to her, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “This is highly embarrassing to have to pound a balloon against my big brother’s ass.”

“No trading,” Tony said. “Deal with it, Matt.”

Did that mean Tony wanted to be the one to pop her balloon, or just that he didn’t want to do so to his brother, either? Carm’s heart thumped in anticipation of taking her turn soon. She could probably slow things down so the other team would maintain their slight lead—meaning Tony wouldn’t get that chance—but her competitive nature and sense of fairness to her team wouldn’t let her throw the game.

The two lines became tied when Matteo popped Franco’s balloon in two tries.

“Go, Carm,” Tony shouted, giving her a shove. “Hurry!” He’d sure gotten into this game. At least he was laughing and seemed to have set his sour mood aside.

Maybe she should have practiced this ahead of time, but she had wanted to be fair. It took four thrusts into Matteo’s backside before the balloon finally popped.

Carm’s heart raced as she braced her hands on the back of the chair, assumed the position, and waited. “Brace yourself, dolcezza,” Tony whispered in a voice she didn’t think anyone else could hear. Then he banged his groin against her butt—er, balloon. The sensation went straight to her girly bits. He didn’t pop it on the first thrust, so he tried again but still didn’t manage to pop it. The second and third tries were no harder than the first. Maybe he wanted to prolong this a while longer.

“What’s wrong with your aim, T.G.?” Carm taunted.

She glanced over at the other team; they were struggling, too.

“What’s the matter, Tony?” Matteo shouted. “You out of practice?”

Tony’s hands grabbed her by the hips as he pulled her toward him at the same time as he drove his pelvis into her. With that fourth lunge, much harder than the ones before, the balloon popped. Tony’s rigid penis pressed against her butt sending a zing through her lower body and making her want to come in the worst way. Her legs began to shake as he helped her to stand upright again.

All too soon, Tony moved away from her and whispered, “Nothing wrong with my aim, Carm.”

His grin made her even wetter. She wasn’t supposed to just stand here gawking at him, but before she could run back to the line to tag Angelina, Karla gave out a whoop. Carm glanced over to see that she’d popped Papa’s balloon in the other line, and the other team jumped up and down in victory.

Carm wasn’t able to let go of the sensation of Tony’s hardness against her soft and willing sex.

“Don’t you want to announce the winners’ prizes, Carm?” Tony whispered in her ear. She turned to meet his gaze. “Unless you’d like to take a whack at my balloon.” He wiggled his hips, which only made her lewd thoughts more vivid.

“Turn around.” His eyebrows raised as if he expected her to thrust her hips at him to pop the thing. When he turned around, she unpinned the balloon then took the open safety pin and popped it.

“Now I’ll take care of those prizes.”

Taking a deep breath, she regained her composure and went about the business of the party, but the feel of Tony’s hips thrusting against her ass lingered long after. The rest of the party passed by in a blur as they played more games and gave out additional prizes. At the end of it all, Sandro and several of the couples pitched in to help Carm and Tony pack up the things she planned to take back to her condo.

Tony had made her feel sexually alive again. He’d apparently been excited by the game too, if his rigid penis was any indication. Were they finally ready to take this relationship to a new level and stop this pretense that they could just be friends? Too bad she had a flight early tomorrow morning and would be gone for a week.

“Got any balloons left in there?” Tony pointed to the box in the extended cab seat.

“I think so. Why?”

“I thought we could practice that game a little more in case we ever have to play again.”

Despite the excitement that bubbled up inside her at the innuendo and the grin that broke out on his face that told her he was teasing, Carm remained pragmatic. “I doubt we’d play the same games next time, Tony.” But what about a next time with her and Tony? Did she want something more with him? Hell yeah.

“Well, I enjoyed the hell out of our first time.”

Heat crept into her face.

He’s talking about the balloon game, silly.

Apparently, he wasn’t going to let it go, so she decided to flirt