Digital Hearts- Late Night Ambitions

by Eden Redd

  Fingers squeezed his ass through the fabric before she pulled her hand out. Morgan felt her hand move along his thigh and fingers cupped his bulge. The player wanted to push her away, grab his shopping bag and wine and walk away, but the thoughts came out hollow. Muscles refused to act and he couldn’t help but admit that he liked how she felt against him. There was a dark sickness in her eyes, the woman’s gaze on his neck. He understood it because it mirrored how he felt when he did something dark. The demons deep within moaned their approval and the player was lost to Tibby’s hot touch.

  “Before we part…I need to know,” Tibby said with a desperate edge.

  Fingers dug into the belt buckle and a second later, the belt came undone. Morgan’s hands moved slightly before they fell back to his sides. Logic protested, but his body stayed his hand. Unable or unwilling to stop the woman against him, he simply watched. Tibby pulled back, eyes turned down as she undid his pants. Heat and blood pumped as Morgan could not hide his growing curiosity. Both man and woman peered down at Morgan’s hardening member. Veins throbbed along the shaft as it stood at full attention. Nerves glowed as Tibby gently touched the shaft and gave a slow stroke.

  “Why are you stalking me,” Morgan managed with the last bit of his self-control.

  Tibby said nothing, body lowering down to her knees. She looked up with a maddening gaze before kissing the throbbing purple head of his cock. Morgan was hypnotized as lips brushed against the sensitive head. The area around them shined in brilliant daylight, but a darkness coiled around Morgan’s heart, unable to quell the primal needs roaring under his skin. Wetness touched his member and soon lips slowly slid over tight flesh.

  The player stared like a hungry beast, Tibby’s lips engulfing his manhood an inch at a time. Tibby’s eyes fluttered before she closed them shut. A delicate moan rose up as she suckled on his hard spear, the end touching the back of her throat. Dirty waves splashed against Morgan as the woman on her knees who he barely knew was deep throating his member. Head bobbing slightly, tight lips moved along as her tongue caressed the shaft and snaked against the hole at the tip. The back and forth caused Morgan’s cock to become hard as steel, unable to break his gaze. Hands touched the player’s hips as Tibby’s mouth did all the work. Rational thought floated away like dying leaves as Morgan let his demons swim to the surface. The bliss of her lips, mouth and tongue sent a humming vibration throughout his body. It was nearly too much as the lust burned as bright as the sun.

  Tibby moved with sensual ease, stroking Morgan’s cock with full lips. Pre-come touched her tongue and it caused her to increase the tempo. An eagerness stormed up as lips savored Morgan’s taste. Tongue pressing along the bottom of the shaft, she forced his member against the roof of mouth, making her mouth tight. A small moan fell from Morgan’s lips and the pale beauty kept up the pace.

  Heated sensations danced along Morgan’s cock as he bent his head back and rested it on the wall behind him. The dirty feelings turned to accepted truths he didn’t bother to deny. The woman on her knees saw something in him and Morgan couldn’t deny he didn’t like it. It lashed at his reason as muffled moans vibrated against his member, begging for his release.

  Tibby’s eyes opened, looking up as she made long, slow strokes. Fingers curling around the shaft at his base, she stroked while sucking on the end. Lips and hand moved in unison, coaxing his soul from his loins like a hungry animal. The moans grew louder against his cock and Morgan looked down once again, lost to Tibby’s expert touch. Long minutes played on like a bright symphony. The urge for release languished as Morgan refused to let the connection between them end.

  Tibby’s tongue slid along the bottom of the shaft in a way Morgan never felt before. It smashed his control as the tempo reached its zenith. The player and woman stared into each other’s eyes, the connection between them glowing hot. Bliss drummed along the player’s body as he couldn’t hold back any longer.

  Tibby’s moans grew as Morgan’s cock bulged between tight lips. Come erupted from Morgan’s thickening cock, painting the back of Tibby’s throat and tongue. Another surge caused Morgan to grunt and groan his pleasure. The strange woman on her knees moaned her delight as a third spurt of come splashed. Pulling away, Tibby looked up with her mouth open and tongue out. Morgan stared as bliss rolled against his nerves, white seed covering her tongue and impish edges along her smile. Tibby’s tongue curled back into her mouth and she gulped down Morgan’s seed without a second thought. A pink heart appeared over her head and flashed into several falling smaller hearts.

  “You’re not boring,” the pale beauty said on her knees before she stood up.

  The bliss ebbed and Morgan felt like himself again. Hands taking hold of his open pants, he closed them and pulled up his zipper. Tibby smiled as she stepped away and back into the alley. Frantically buckling his belt again, instinct rode him as he wanted to stop the pale beauty and question her before she left. Turning and reaching out, the player stared down the empty alley, Tibby long gone.

  Morgan stood, senses in disarray as the images of Tibby on her knees played on in his mind’s eye.

  Eight

  Morgan stepped out of the cab and closed the door behind him. The cab sped off as the player looked up to the simple one-story home before him. Stars shined high above in the black heavens and crickets played their nightly song. The air held a sliver of coolness, a sign to the coming autumn. For now, it was a summer night but Morgan looked forward to the leaves changing colors.

  Anya’s home was white, flowers growing on either side of the stone walkway to the front door. Her lawn was green, even in the small light of streetlamps running along the cul-de-sac. Thoughts haunted the player from the afternoon, unsure what to think as he stood at the curb. What happened afterwards was a series of still images, coming home, seeing Nikki’s odd expression and falling into bed to get some rest. When he awoke, the sun was setting and he went about gathering the wine and items for tonight’s dinner before ruffling Nikki’s hair and darting out the front door.

  Thinking about the what happened in the alley caused blood to rush in the player’s ears. Morgan pushed it all away, trying to remain focused on the date planned for tonight. Whispers of dirty deeds internally called him out, berating the player and his primal desires. Those whispers were strangled to sleep by his inner demons as focus took control and he took one step forward.

  Stepping along the simple stone path, the player’s gaze wandered to his left, a new contempt filling his brow. The home next door was two stories, brightly colored in reds, greens, yellows and blues. A clown’s face stood over the front door, its lips stretching along the sides of the door to become its mouth. The sick display gnawed at the player, seeing Mitch the Clown’s home was just where a clown would reside. It was jarring to see the different homes along the cul-de-sac but the clown’s home was the one sticking out like a demented sore thumb. The demonic whispers grew as Morgan told himself he would be doing the neighborhood and the game a favor of taking out such a tacky display of corrupted humor. The lust was there, ignited once again, but Morgan knew it would have to wait.

  Morgan was a foot away from the door when it opened. Anya stood there barefoot in a short, blue dress. A shy smile glowed in the dim light. Seeing her cooled the inner conflict and Morgan returned her smile with his own. Holding up the bottle of wine and rose, Anya took them and stepped aside, allowing the young man to step in. Door closed, Morgan looked around as Anya stepped past him and toward the kitchen.

  Anya’s home was a simple open space. One room held a couch, flat screen, table and four chairs. On the other side of the room, a kitchen stood. The medium lighting gave the home a relaxed atmosphere while plants lined the walls and some hung from the ceiling. The sounds of a running stream played on hidden speakers and gave Morgan a sense he was in the jungle. The blending of plants, sounds and furniture basked in a near perfect harmony. It also reminded the player he needed to buy some plants for his home.

  “Wine
before or after,” Anya called out from the kitchen.

  “Both,” Morgan smiled as he crossed the living space and into the kitchen.

  Anya stabbed at the cork with a corkscrew as Morgan placed his shopping bag on the long kitchen counter. A slight nervous edge touched Morgan as he began pulling items out and setting them down. When the bag was empty, a full glass of red wine was pushed into his hand. The player turned to see Anya’s pleasant smile and her lifted glass. The two clinked glasses before taking a deep sip.

  “I’ll be honest, I’m a little nervous. I never had anyone over before. I mean, you could be an axe murderer,” Anya said and took another sip.

  Morgan barked out a laugh, nearly spilling his drink as his inner thoughts flashed red alert.

  Anya’s smile grew wider. “I’m glad I’m not the only one who is nervous.”

  “I don’t date often,” Morgan said in a low tone.

  Anya nodded. “Neither do I.”

  The player nodded as he glanced to the knife rack on the counter and pulled out a cutting knife. Anya saw the fish, rice and seaweed strips laid out on the counter. Hand reaching up to a cabinet, she pulled out a cutting board and placed it on the counter next to Morgan.

  “I eat sushi all the time but I’ve never made it,” Anya said with a polite gaze.

  The player smiled as he placed the fish on the cutting board. “I just learned the recipe. Let’s make it together and see how it come out.”

  Anya nodded and stepped closer. Morgan’s hands flashed with the knife, cutting and slicing with ease. The game had taken over, his movements not entirely his own. The oddness between them bled away as Morgan’s skills worked at a fevered pace. Motions blurred together as the rice was laid out, cuts of fish meat placed and a bamboo mat rolled the pieces together. Being a chef made his hands precise and thorough as rolls appeared. Anya moved in closer and soon Morgan was teaching her how to make rolls. An innocent thrill filled the air around them as they worked together, slicing and rolling roll after roll.

  The wine soothed alert nerves and Morgan found himself relaxing. The same demeanor filled Anya’s expression as they prepared dinner. Morgan noticed he was touching her hands, showing the flow of the slices and Anya performed them almost perfectly. She never winced and pulled away, allowing the player to guide her as they made several more rolls. Ingredients disappeared as several sushi rolls formed. When they reached the end, Morgan’s hand slipped and cut through the seaweed wrapping. The two laughed as the final rolls were unsalvageable. Anya picked up a bowl from a cabinet and pushed the destroyed roll into it.

  Morgan organized the rolls and bowl while Anya set the table. A few moments later, they were sitting, eating and talking. Wine flowed and the pair drank deeply. Morgan’s mind drifted, enjoying the company while the day’s earlier events faded to the background.

  “I can safely say making sushi is now off the bucket list,” Anya smiled.

  “I’m glad I could be there for the occasion,” Morgan smiled before taking another sip.

  Anya smiled brightly, her gaze lingering on the gentleman sitting to her right. “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but…you’re not what I expected.”

  “How so,” Morgan asked with a small smile.

  Anya eyed him as if she was choosing her words carefully. “From how you asked me out, and it might be the wine talking, I thought you would have been a little more forward. It’s not a bad thing, but you seem like a man who knows what he wants.”

  Morgan gave a small nod. “I’m actually not very good with social interaction. The wine is helping, but I tend to work more than I socialize, if we are being honest.”

  Anya swirled her drink, her bright smile remaining. “I respect the honesty. I noticed many people hide from their basic truths. It’s nice to see not everyone follows that path.”

  Anya’s gaze turned downward, her smile fading a hair. Looking back up, she drank in Morgan’s relaxed demeanor. Morgan watched her, enjoying the moment as his inner demons spoke of blood and a dash of lust. The clown in the house next door clawed at his darker impulses, but the time here with Anya was soothing to a degree. The date had just begun, but he found himself lost to her moments of shyness. The heat in the room seemed to move up a few degrees and the player wanted to lean in and kiss her. Dashing the thoughts on the rocks of his mind, he played as smooth as he could muster.

  Anya took a sip before speaking again. “What brought you here to Driftwood Cove?”

  The player’s pulse thickened as he leaned back in his chair. Thoughts lingered on his reasoning but a small voice spoke up against the dark symphony of his inner turmoil. He didn’t come here to kill, but it had become something he enjoyed as images of Richard was stabbed and cut until he no longer moved. Thoughts pressed on, wanting to do the same to the clown that was rude and disrespectful to his friend. He doubted very much Anya would be okay with any of his darkness but there was something there, toying with his thoughts as he remembered when she peered into David’s home and watched lustful perversions play out.

  “I hope this isn’t too heavy for the evening…,” Morgan began.

  “You don’t have to say anything if you’re uncomfortable,” Anya added quickly.

  “No, it’s okay. I haven’t even told my friends but…I feel I can talk about it with you.”

  Anya studied the player as he gathered his thoughts.

  “Where I come from, I’m a commander and a soldier. I fight in places where I can earn my way to a better life. I haven’t had much time for anything else, especially when one of my mistakes hurt a friend of mine.”

  Anya’s expression took on a serious edge as she was all ears to her guest.

  Morgan continued, “About a year ago, I was fighting hard on the frontlines so I can advance my career and earn a better lifestyle. Everyone wants to do better, but I was laser focused about not being on the bottom rung of society anymore. Where I’m from, the longer you play and the more accomplished you become, the better your life becomes. It’s a dream everyone follows, but I needed to make it my reality.

  “The Battle of Emerald Spire was going to be a turning point against the Kunarr. They are animalistic troll-like monsters bent on conquering. I called in every friend and soldier I could find at the time to make sure we held the occupied territory. The jungle was thick and we had hit and run raids nearly every other hour. If we held, we would all receive a bonus and several credit points to our local politician to advance social plans for bettering our towers.”

  Morgan watched Anya, waiting to see if her gaze would wander. Most players who were not part of grid war factions lost interest quickly, but she was attentive, drinking in his every word.

  “I called in my friend Neal. He was one of the best sharpshooters in our company and I thought he would be key to keeping the Kunarr from advancing on us.”

  Morgan’s eyes took on a slight faraway gaze. “Thinking back, I missed so much when it should have been obvious. Neal tried to tell me his gear was malfunctioning, but I knew this was our only chance. If we lost the base, our bonus and credits would be wiped clean.”

  Morgan wasn’t sure if Anya was a player or a DIM. He left out the malfunctioning equipment was Neal’s Mind’s Eye Gear helmet and suit.

  “I…ignored what Neal was saying, keeping my eyes on the goal. He logged on and took his position. Not long after I set up my troops, we were attacked. The fight was grueling and I lost people left and right. Neal was picking off trolls like a guardian angel watching over me. When the enemy began to pull back, I heard a scream like I had never heard before.”

  Morgan’s eyes darkened. “Neal’s equipment malfunctioned. When the enemy was in full retreat, I raced back to his position. He lay…eyes staring at nothing and not responding.”

  Anya stared with warm eyes, a sliver of sadness gleaming. Reaching over, she placed her hand over Morgan’s hand.

  The player continued, “He took severe damage to the base of his brain. It was enough to p
ut him in the hospital, but he had no family to pay for his rehabilitation. I knew it was my fault and immediately took charge finding a way to pay for his expenses until he was awake.

  “My friends you have met were not at the battle. They knew something happened, but gave me the space to work it out. They have been by my side ever since while I fought in battle after battle. They saw I was losing myself to the fighting and mentioned Driftwood Cove. They told me you can earn credits, here but they also pushed me to come here so…I could relax a little.”

  Anya’s fingers curled around Morgan’s hand. “I’m sorry for what happened with your friend.”

  Morgan nodded and smirked. “Pretty heavy for a first date. I thought honesty would be the best policy.”

  Anya shook her head, “I think everyone has something they are trying to understand. Do you want to sit on the couch?”

  The player nodded. Anya stood up with her glass and the wine bottle. Morgan was up and following the lithe beauty. The two made their way to the comfortable couch and sat down, getting comfortable. Morgan’s mind raced with images of Neal in the hospital bed and a burning need to fix a great wrong. Neal was not just a soldier, but a friend and he fought his inner demons to do something good for once.

  “What brought you here?” Morgan asked and took a sip of his wine.

  Anya looked away, her lips twisting into a shy smile. “My reason for being here isn’t as harrowing as yours.”

  “I’m interested, I want to know,” Morgan said with a comforting edge.

  The athletic beauty gave a wry smirk before gathering her thoughts. “I’m…searching for something more. I’m not sure how to explain it, but I don’t know my place in the universe. I used to follow my daily existence without much thought to anything else. It carried on, day after day and then one night, I felt like I woke up.”

  Anya took a deep sip before she continued, “I came to Driftwood Cove because a friend told me that you could find yourself here, if that makes any sense. I…had some destructive impulses and knew if I didn’t take some time to figure myself out, I would end up in a darker place.”