End Game (Games Thriller Series)

by J. E. Taylor

  Chris continued his erotic feast and peeled off his clothing. Moments later, he trailed kisses up her stomach, lingering for a moment on her chest, and then to her lips. The tongue dance nothing compared to his hard cock sliding inside her dripping pussy and she moaned under his mouth, their hips circling as lazily as their tongues, Chris controlling his passion and she reveling in hers.

  He lost control for a moment, riding hard and fast, a line of sweat forming on his forehead and then he stopped.

  “Don’t stop!”

  Closing his eyes, he exhaled and chuckled. “Almost got me, but not quite.” He opened his eyes and grinded with slow hip circles, smiling down at her pleading eyes. “Say it,” he whispered.

  “I love you,” she whispered and yanked him to her lips, kissing him with abandon. His familiar game setting her into overdrive. “Faster,” she gasped when she came up for air.

  He laughed. “Beg,” he said and continued his slow seductive pace.

  “You are driving me crazy. Please.”

  He pulled out, and slammed his full length into her, his grin widening. “Like that?”

  “God, yes!”

  Moving deliberately, he repeated the slow hard strokes and each time her body responded, shuddering, coming, causing her to cry out with the power he had over her. Before him, she couldn’t imagine ever loving so completely, so deeply, like he was a part of her but now he owned her, mind, body and soul.

  They matched motion for motion, movement for movement, hip thrust for hip thrust, creating a pleasure so surreal that for a moment she thought she was dreaming. He chuckled and she opened her eyes, staring into the bright blue irises, into his soul.

  “This isn’t a dream,” he said smiling down at her, gleaning her thoughts.

  “If it is, I never want to wake up,” she said, her voice hoarse from exertion. “Now roll.”

  Dimples appeared and he rolled, adjusting so they lay in the center of the round bed and his hands grasped her waist. She smiled at the slightly wet edges of his hair and the sex-crazed gleam in his eyes and sat up, circling her hips and stretching her arms in the air, his hands exploring her torso, her breasts, her waistline. Sensual brushes against her damp skin, creating a masterpiece of heat.

  She glanced around at the steamed windows, watching small droplets of water slice through the fog and smiled before returning her attention to him. Grabbing his wrists, she pinned them by his head, taking control of the pace and riding him hard until the orgasm consumed her, ripping a cry of pleasure from her chest.

  Shuddering with aftershocks, she kissed him, slowing her hip movement and catching her breath. “Tell me what you want,” she whispered as she pulled away from him.

  “You. All I’ve ever wanted is you.” He wrapped his arms around her and took the reins, rolling and pulling her legs into a split-level, frantically slamming his hips to hers. Arching, he cried her name, “Jessie!”

  The force of his load triggered another orgasm and Jessica shook with it, repeating oh, God, oh, God, oh God until the trembling subsided. Out of all the times they made love over the past ten years, tonight was by far the ultimate in sensual satiation and when he unthreaded his arms from her legs, she wrapped them around his, the two intertwined like a human pretzel.

  “Jesus, woman, that was amazing.” Chris propped himself on his elbows and stared down at her, the silly smile plastered on his lips and his eyelids at half-mast. He rolled off her and stretched on the bed next to her, closing his eyes for the moment. “Give me a second and I’ll be good for another round.”

  “Okay. In the meantime...” she trailed off and slid off the bed, crossing to her coat and pulled out the box containing his chain. She crawled over him, straddling his lap. “Your wedding gift.”

  He leaned on one elbow and opened the box, smiling at the chain glimmering in the candle light. “I love it,” he said.

  Jessica plucked it from the box and clasped it around his neck and the glint of gold resting on his collarbone did exactly what she thought it would, her pussy clenching in response to the sudden swell of heat. She bent, pressing her lips against the skin just below the chain, tasting the salty tinge of his sweat, his musky scent overpowering the rose petals and passion ignited. “I love you,” she said and sat up, twirling her hips, grinding against his resting shaft and he responded, stiffening under her weight.

  This time, they moved hard and fast, entwined in a mass of arms and legs, his lips lining the graceful curve of her neck, his teeth nibbling her earlobe, tickling the skin with his short bursts of breath.

  “Jessie, Jessie, Jessie,” he whispered. “Oh God, Jessie.”

  The sigh that followed accompanied both of them as he fell backwards, dragging her down on the bed with him.

  His strong heartbeat echoed in her ear, her head nestled on his chest and their breath laboring, calming and she traced his chest and shoulder blade with her fingers, trailing the fine gold. He stroked her hair, running his fingers through the long locks, deepening her state of relaxation.

  Finally, she lifted her head and met his peaceful gaze.

  “I knew tomorrow would be a little hectic and I wanted to have a special night with you,” he admitted. “So I guess this is our pseudo wedding night.” He kissed her cheek and rolled her off him, sitting and grabbing the champagne bottle. He popped the cork and poured two glasses, handing one to her.

  “Here is to a million years of happiness.” He clinked her glass and took a sip, his eyes sparkling as much as the bubbly. Nimbly, he plucked a couple strawberries out of the bowl and handed one to her. “These are really good.”

  “They are.” She smiled and put her lips around the strawberry, sucking it before biting down, severing the sweet fruit from the vine.

  “I swear girl, you are gonna kill me.”

  She chuckled, running her fingers down his sweat-tainted arm. “I think we need a shower.”

  “MMM,” he replied. “I like shower sex with you.”

  Jessica laughed. “You have energy for more?”

  “Hell yeah.” He smiled. “This is just the beginning. I can go all night with you.”

  “We can’t leave the kids all night. They’ll worry.”

  “True, but I’m not ready to go back.” He kissed her neck. He leaned up and ran his finger around the outline of the diamond necklace. “This looks beautiful on you.”

  “It’s a beautiful necklace.”

  “On a very beautiful woman.” His eyes smoldered and she glanced at his lap, his cock hardening to attention.

  “Good God, Chris, you’re gonna end up killing me, not the other way around.”

  “I’m not Chris right now.”

  “Ty, you are insatiable.”

  “That I am,” he agreed and kissed her. “Kneel, baby.”

  She crawled to the center of the circle and spread her legs, glancing over her shoulder at him. He approached, crawling like a sinuous predator, running his hands from her ankles up her calves and thighs, giving her ass a little squeeze before sliding his hard member into her waiting pussy.

  His fingers were doing delicious things with her clit while his cock stroked in long strokes, and his thumb, slick with saliva, caressed her anus in lazy circles, the combination quickening her response and she pushed with her arms, wanting him deeper inside her, wanting him to fuck her until she couldn’t walk.

  The pressure on her anus changed, tingling as his finger penetrated, slow in comparison to his other hand flicking her clit, contradicting the long strokes of his cock and she moaned, twisting to look at his face. His eyes cast downward at her ass as he played, shifting his hips lower and sliding his index finger all the way to the knuckle. He wiggled it, meeting her questioning gaze with a smile.

  She raised an eyebrow in his direction, this was something new, something he never tried in the five years they lived together mostly due to the memory of his stepbrother brutally raping her while he watched. But tonight, that seemed to be the furthest thing from his min
d.

  “Relax,” he whispered, “I promise I won’t hurt you.”

  She opened her mouth to protest but the slow motion of his hand stopped her, the pleasure centers around her anus pulsing, her body surprising her, wanting more of the gentle prodding. Turning away from the intense plea in his eyes, she closed her eyes and relaxed, concentrating on his sensual trifecta.

  The intensity of the bliss throbbing through her body dulled the pressure, turning his finger strokes into a thrilling experience. One finger, two fingers, three fingers, stretching, relaxing, titillating. Her moans turning to pants and when his slick cock switched from her dripping pussy to her anal pathway, she moaned through the sudden pressure accompanying the orgasm gripping her.

  His fingers slid from her clit deep into her, his thumb continued massaging where his fingers had left. Slow strokes increased in speed and velocity, and she pushed into him, meeting his thrusts with her own, and each full plunge pressing her G-spot and sending tremors through her body. Pleasure beyond imagination gripped her as he rode her ass, speeding up to a frantic frenzy, both moaning wordlessly until he came and collapsed on top of her, driving her into the mattress with a groan.

  “Ah God,” he whispered and kissed the back of her neck. He rolled on his side pulling her with him and spooning her. When they both stopped panting, he whispered, “Now a shower would be good.”

  Jessica tilted her head to the side so she could kiss him and then rolled away from him onto her stomach. “That’s a very good idea. Where’s the shower?”

  He pulled her off the bed and led her into the master bathroom. The shower was typical of any boat—a snug fit for two but he pulled her in anyway. Their lips found each other, tongues rolling in lazy circles, exploring the depths of their mouths, soapy hands wandered, washing, cleaning the sweat off their skin, lather running down the drain forgotten in the wake of the kiss.

  He pulled away, and took the soap, cleaning and rinsing his penis before returning the soap to the shelf. He ran his clean hands through her hair, getting it soaked in the warm water stream.

  Jessica ran her hands down his chest, over his finely-chiseled abs and down to his cock, wrapping her fingers around his already hardening shaft. “Insatiable,” she said, chuckling. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him before dropping her kisses to his chest, trailing down over the path her fingers blazed. Dropping to her knees, she took him in her mouth, rolling her tongue over the sensitive tip, the sweet scent of ivory soap drifted from him and the trickle of warm water gave her lips a slick surface to glide on.

  “Jessie,” he whispered and leaned against the wall with his hands buried in her hair.

  She sucked him with long slow strokes alternating between sucking and licking the length of his hard shaft, flicking her tongue around his tip before sliding his length in her mouth. She smiled at the tremble in his hands while they stroked her soaking hair, at his throaty, sexy voice repeating her name with reverence.

  She sped up her strokes and was rewarded with a torrent of cum flooding her mouth, and she sucked through each subsequent tremor until he groaned okay. She sat back and wiped her lips with the back of her hand, squinting into the spray.

  Chris’s glossy eyes met hers and he reached down, helping her to her feet. He grabbed her face and kissed her hard, not caring where her mouth had just been. “I can’t wait until you’re my wife,” he said and turned off the water.

  “I can’t wait to be your wife,” she said and wrapped the towel he offered around her, crossing into the room and finding the trail of clothing, slipping her clothes on and glancing in his direction in time to see his boxers cover his sweet ass. She stood, scanning his bare torso, her eyes lingering on the gold against his skin and she licked her lips.

  He laughed aloud and raised his eyebrows. “You want to go again?”

  Jessica blushed; she could go all night, just like Chris could. “We have to get home soon,” she said and reached into the pocket of her coat, pulling out the other gift she had bought him. She shyly handed it over.

  He opened it, smiling. He already knew it was a watch, but when he opened it, he was taken back. A slick two tone Rolex with diamonds as the four points on the watch and chips for the rest stared up at him. “Wow.” He slid it on his wrist, setting the clasp and smiling up at her. “You definitely have great taste.”

  “I like to think so.”

  He turned, pulling two more boxes from the inside pocket of his coat and handing them to her.

  “You got me more than this?” She touched the necklace.

  She gasped at the matching bracelet and earrings, putting the studs in her ears and holding her wrist out so he could put the bracelet on. “You went overboard,” she said checking out the prisms of light reflecting off the bracelet.

  “I want you to sparkle tomorrow.”

  “I love you.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a kiss. “But we have to get home.” She moved his wrist so she could see the time. They had been gone for close to four hours.

  “I would be lost without you.” He stepped out of her arms and slipped his shoes back on. He shook his hair and ran his hands through it to get it in some semblance of order before grabbing their coats and helping Jessica on with hers.

  The boat passed the Statue of Liberty when they emerged on deck, giving a nod to the Captain. She shivered in the cold air, her wet hair enhancing the chill and he wrapped his arms around her.

  “Do you want to wait inside?”

  “No, the Manhattan skyline is so beautiful. I can deal with a little chill.”

  He chuckled. “It’s freezing out here.”

  She turned and looked up at him. “Do you want to wait inside?”

  “No.” His dimple-enhanced grin flashed in her direction. “I like the view too. I still can’t believe we are getting married tomorrow.”

  “Yeah, well, if our wedding night is anything like tonight, we might be dead by the end of the weekend.” She smiled up at him and he burst out laughing.

  He pulled her closer and kissed her. “If we didn’t have the boys, I would never leave the bedroom again.”

  Her laughter died in her throat as the nightmare came flooding back.

  “What is it?” he asked, sensing the change in her mood.

  “Nothing,” she said and smiled uneasily at him.

  He waited raising his eyebrow.

  “The nightmare I had last night.”

  “Honey, it was just a nightmare, and as I said last night, I don’t plan on dying any time soon. I’ve got the rest of my life with you and I want it to be long.” Because once I die, that’s it, I’m heading straight to hell, never to see you again, and that was his worst nightmare.

  Chapter 23

  The darkness enveloped him and it was so cold. Chris shivered, looking for any signs of light. The complete blackness disoriented him and he slowly circled, his arms in front of him, reaching for anything solid. He pushed the ebbing panic away.

  “Jessie?” The sound of his voice fell flat as if in a void. “Jessie,” he screamed, but as before, the sound went nowhere. Chris knelt down and put his hands on what he thought was the floor and pulled them away from the sticky slime in disgust.

  Laughter filled the void and Chris jumped.

  “You will never see her again,” the familiar voice boomed.

  Chris covered his ears, wincing at the decimals pressing against his eardrums flaring sharp pain. Deep darkness blinded him and he couldn’t see where the voice came from.

  “You will never see anything again.” The laughter continued. “Welcome to hell, little brother.”

  Chris sat up in bed, his eyes wide with terror as they darted around the dark room. The familiar setting coming into focus slowed his frantic heart. Jessica slept peacefully in the bed next to him and he sighed, glancing at the clock. It wasn’t even four in the morning and he rubbed his face, lying back on his pillow. He stared at the ceiling trying to make heads or tails of the nightmare and w
hen no answers came, he rolled on his side and began to run his fingers gently through her hair. He closed his eyes and felt the texture of her hair against his skin, memorizing the feel and smell of it. He ran his hand down her arm and a slow smile crossed his lips as she stirred under his touch.

  She rolled and looked at him. “Morning.”

  “Not quite. It’s only a little before four.”

  “What are you doing awake?”

  “Nightmare,” he answered, continuing to graze her skin, his eyes still closed.

  Jessica moved closer to him. “Was it Frank?”

  “In a manner of speaking, yes,” he said, continuing his exploration of her body with the tips of his fingers, memorizing her curves and the feel of her skin.

  “What are you doing?” She laughed as he ran his hand up her side, tickling her unintentionally.

  “Memorizing the way you feel.”

  “Why?”

  “I may need to know.”

  Jessica rolled and looked at him. “Chris?”

  He opened his eyes and looked into hers, seeing the concern. “I’m not going anywhere.” He assured her. “Go back to sleep, we have a long day today.”

  She did as he said, drifting back to sleep within minutes.

  Chris closed his eyes and continued memorizing the feel of her skin and he too drifted back asleep as his hand came to rest on her waist.

  Chapter 24

  The bed shook, jerking Chris awake.

  CJ and Tommy jumped on top of them. “It’s time to get up!”

  “Hey, we told you to stay out of their room,” Eric whispered from the hallway.

  “It’s okay,” Chris said and rubbed his eyes. “What time is it anyway?”

  “A little after noon,” Eric replied.

  “You were able to keep them out of here this long?” Chris asked with a small laugh as Jessica wrapped her arms around CJ and Tommy, doling out kisses.

  “It wasn’t easy. But we figured you needed your rest.”

  “But that only gives us a couple of hours to get ready.” Jessica released the boys and hopped off the bed, heading into the bathroom to start her wedding day preparations.