Changing His Game

by Justine Elvira

  Satisfaction by The Biz comes over the speakers and I squeal in delight. This is one of the few club songs I know and I love it. The beat sweeps me away and I have the urge to dance.

  "Get up," Jared demands, pulling me away from the booth. We walk over to the railing overlooking the dance floor. I grip it with both hands and look around the room. Jared walks behind me and pushes his chest to my back, both of his arms coming up on the railings, enclosing me.

  His lips move to my ear, "You ready to show me your dance moves?"

  I feel like he's asking me an entirely different question with his body language. I swallow hard; the feeling of his chest against my back is doing weird things to my body. He shouldn’t turn me on. A normal person who just got out of an eight-year relationship would still be in some stage of mourning.

  I've had no urge to mourn. Instead I've been lusting over the man who's taken me into his home and is my only friend in this town. The things I've learned should disgust me, and they did at first, but they don't anymore. All I can think about is how good he must be in bed.

  "The question is, are you ready for me?" I turn around and push my body into his. His arms are still on the railing, but as I start to move my hips, his arms move and touch my waist. I let the beat take me away, it’s faster than I might want, but it still works.

  My hands move out and grip the material of his t-shirt near his stomach, and I pull him closer to me. I spread my legs enough so one of his legs can fall in between and I start to grind against him. I'm still in the tight black dress so the action feels more intimate than it would if I were in pants.

  I look up into Jared's eyes and they are smoldering. His gray eyes are burning a hole into mine and I can see his desire for me in his expression. I lean in close to him, so close our lips are almost touching, before I move quickly and place my lips to his ear.

  "What do you think of my dancing ability now?"

  I don’t expect him to answer, which is why I'm surprised when he moves me impossibly closer to him.

  "You're sexy as fuck. Jesus, Billy."

  His hand reaches out for mine and he takes my palm, lowering it to the front of his jeans where I can feel how hard he is. I'm not sure why, but I look down between us for a visual confirmation, and I can see my hand gripping his impressive length through his denim.

  "Fuck, I need a drink." Jared releases me and walks back to our table. I follow him, trying to get a hold of my hormones. Right now I feel like I could explode with sexual desire.

  Our table has my Long Island Ice Tea, Jared's Jack and Coke, and two shot glasses filled with vodka. Jared moves into the booth and I follow as he hands me one of the shot glasses. He has the other glass in his hands.

  I watch as he drags his fingers through his hair, looking around the room before looking back at me.

  "To a new start. Hopefully your boss isn't a pain in the ass, and you decide L.A. is the place for you." He lifts his glass and I follow.

  "To a new start," I agree. We clink our glasses together and then take the shots straight. No chasers to help with the taste.

  I swallow and almost immediately start coughing from how strong the vodka is. Jared’s hand reaches behind me and he gently pats me on the back until I eventually stop coughing.

  "Each one will get a little bit easier." As if planned, the waitress comes over with two more shots. I take a sip of my Long Island, basking in the smooth delicious taste, before I pick up the second shot and toss it back. Jared laughs and then takes his shot.

  "You're always doing things that shock me, Billy."

  I smile back at his infectious grin. This is going to be a fun night.

  Chapter Five

  A few hours later we are completely trashed and dancing on top of the leather seats of the booth. I've taken way too many shots of vodka and I'm on my third Long Island Ice Tea. I'm probably on the verge of alcohol poisoning, but I don't care. I am having so much fun.

  "I knew you were trouble when I laid eyes on you that first night," Jared slurs into my ear as we dance on the cushions.

  I drunkenly giggle as his breath tickles my skin. I'm positive I look like a train wreck at this point. The top of my dress keeps going lower, as the hem of my dress keeps rising while I dance.

  I go to reply back to Jared and fall over, bringing him down with me. Jared somehow lands sitting up, but I'm face down and draped over his body. I lift myself up and come face to face with Jared. His eyes are glossy from the alcohol, but they are still a stunning gray. His hair is disheveled and sexy. I look down his body and at the tight, strong muscles of his arms coming out of his black t-shirt. Somewhere along the line he lost his jacket. I can't remember if he took it off willingly or not.

  I look back up and focus on his lips. His beautiful lips that I want to suck and kiss. I want to feel them on mine. I look back at Jared's eyes and they are focused on my lips. He's probably having similar thoughts to mine. I succumb to my desire and lean in to kiss him, but Jared has other plans.

  The music has changed to Drake's Hold On, We're Going Home. The beat is slow, sensual, and erotic. Or maybe that's just how I feel because I'm with Jared.

  Jared stands up and brings me with him. We're standing next to our booth and he pulls me into him, wrapping his arms around my waist. My arms instinctively move to wrap around his neck. Without even realizing it my legs are straddling one of his thighs again and we move to the beat, much slower this time.

  I'm swaying my hips, grinding into his leg while he rolls his hips into mine. His hands move over my back and I sigh into the movement. They glide down my back until I can feel him squeeze my ass. I groan uncontrollably and I can feel my panties getting wet. The throbbing sensation below is just getting stronger.

  Jared's mouth moves to my ear and he starts to sing the lyrics to me. His voice comes out low and husky, and my body melts into him.

  He is so sexy.

  He stops singing and we continue to sway to the beat. I lower my head into the crook of his neck as my hips continue their rhythm. His lips are still at my ear when he begins to sing the song again; with every word he whispers, he's implying he's singing about me. His lips graze my ear as he sucks my earlobe into his mouth. The sensation brings goose bumps all over my body.

  His lips release me and lower to the sensitive spot below my ear. He kisses it softly and inhales. Even over the loud music, I can hear every sound, every kiss.

  "I want you... so bad," he whispers into my ear.

  I move my head from the crook of his neck and look into his eyes. They're dark gray and filled with desire. In my drunken state I don't even go through the eternal debate of contemplating if I should kiss him or not. I just lean forward and press my lips to his.

  His lips are warm and soft, but firm. He immediately responds to my kiss. Pulling me closer to him as his lips mold over mine. My hands move up into his hair, pulling on his long silky locks.

  His tongue comes out asking for entrance and I open my mouth for him. He tastes of mint and cigarettes; an odd combination but mixed with him it tastes delicious. I groan into his mouth as his tongue touches mine. I pull him impossibly closer to me by his hair as we continue to kiss.

  His hands that are firmly on my ass move to the hem of my skirt. His fingers slide under my dress and trail up my legs. My hips are no longer swaying to the music. I'm full on dry humping his leg as one of my hands move from his hair and drifts down his body.

  I feel his pulse under the skin of his neck; I feel his hard chest under my fingertips and his firm abs flex at my touch. I drag my hand all the way down to the top of his jeans that are secured on his waist with his belt. My hand goes past his belt and rubs gently at the outline of his hard cock through his jeans.

  "Fuck, babe, that feels incredible."

  I never thought I'd get this reaction from him. He's literally an expert at sex and I can't bring much to the bedroom. He's had so many different women and fucked them in every way imaginable, but he wants me. Right now he wa
nts me. I'm creating this reaction from him.

  This isn't normally like me. I'm never this forward with a guy, but in my blurry thoughts all I can think about is being with Jared. I bring my hand back up to his belt and start to undo the buckle as his lips move to suck on my neck. The sensation of his lips turns my nipples hard. I get the buckle undone and move to unbutton his pants when Jared stops me.

  "Not here," he says huskily and lets go of me.

  I start to giggle uncontrollably, a side effect of the alcohol I'm sure. Jared finishes fastening his belt, but I'm drawn to the little amount of skin he has exposed on his tan abs. It's glistening with a thin layer of sweat and I have the urge to get down on my knees and lick it off. The thought makes me laugh even harder.

  "What's so funny?" He asks me when he finishes putting himself together.

  "I want to lick your sweat," I slur.

  "Excuse me? How drunk are you?" He asks confused.

  "I'm not that drunk," I slur. "I want to get down on my knees and lick every drop of sweat off you stomach. Then I want to unfasten your pants and taste the metal of your piercing. I want to suck it and see how far I can get it down my throat."

  "Fuck," Jared groans. "You're killing me, Billy."

  He grabs me and pulls me into his chest.

  "We need to get out of here," he groans and kisses the side of my mouth. "I'm going to get you home and take you up on that offer right before I fuck you silly."

  His words have me so turned on and I nod my head in excitement.

  His lips crash back down onto mine as he kisses me urgently before releasing my lips. "Let's go."

  I follow him out of the club and I watch as he hails a cab. Jared barely gets out his address to the cab driver before we are mauling each other in the back seat. Hands and limbs fly everywhere. He grabs my breasts and squeezes them, making my nipples tingle in thanks, as his tongue licks a trail from the mounds of my breasts to my mouth. He reaches my bottom lip and bites down, sucking my skin into his mouth. I groan, my body not being able to take much more.

  "Please..." I beg, moving my hand back to the front of his jeans.

  "Not in the cab, Autumn."

  I'm completely buzzed, but I realize he called me Autumn. He rarely calls me Autumn so I know he's serious. Jared pulls away from me and sits down on the other end of the back seat. He reaches for my hand and entwines our fingers, but this is the only physical contact between us.

  "Jared?" I ask confused. I wonder if I did something wrong.

  "We need to calm down, otherwise I'm going to end up fucking you in the back of this cab, giving the driver a lot more of a show than he intended.”

  His breathing is uneven and I can still see the shape of his erection through his jeans.

  From the front seat of the cab I hear the driver mumble, "I don't mind."

  This gets my attention. I have no intention of making my sex life public. Jared might be okay with it, but sex is not a spectator sport to me. We sit in silence the rest of the drive home. I'm trying to get my body to calm down, but every time I glance at Jared my libido goes wild.

  We drive through the gates of his neighborhood and pull up to the front of his house. Jared tosses a hundred dollar bill at the driver as we exit the back of the cab and make our way to the front door. Jared fumbles with the keys before finding the right one and opens the door. I'm tripping over my own two feet on my way inside. He barely gets the front door closed before he has me pressed against the back of it and his tongue is in my mouth.

  His hands grip the outside of my thighs and move up to my hips, then the sides of my torso, bringing them up to skim the sides of my breasts. He lowers the top of my dress to expose my breasts. I'm not wearing a bra because the way the dress is designed makes it impossible.

  My pink nipples are hard and ready for him. His lips leave mine as he trails a line of open-mouthed kisses down my body. When he reaches my breasts, he lifts his head to make eye contact with me while his mouths sucks and take my erect nipple between his lips.

  I've never gotten any pleasure from nipple foreplay, but Jared's mouth on my breasts is sending a direct message to my pussy. I'm drunk, and horny, and I'm pretty sure Jared could make me come just by playing with my breasts.

  "I want to be inside you," he whispers, bringing his lips back up my body. He bends down and reaches his arms behind my knees, picking me up. I giggle at the tickling sensation he leaves behind my knees.

  "Wrap your legs around me, babe," he demands.

  I slide down his body to do as he asks, wrapping my legs around his waist. I'm aligned directly with his erection. He walks with ease through his home and up the stairs with me wrapped around him. We make it to his bedroom and he playfully throws me on the bed. He jumps on right after and covers my body with his.

  Jared moves his hands to my chest, "I love your natural tits."

  He takes two of his fingers and pinches each of my nipples and then leans down to suck on each one.

  Holy shit, I want him so bad. Any reservations I've ever had about him have completely gone out the window.

  "You're so beautiful, and natural. I want to fuck your tits, then your cunt, then your ass. I want to touch every inch of your body."

  I'm too turned on to even be concerned about what he wants to do to me. He can fuck my tits and pussy, he won't be getting anywhere near my ass.

  "Condom," I pant out, as he lowers my dress down my body, leaving me in only my black thong panties.

  "I'm not ready to fuck you yet, let me play," he says huskily. He starts to kiss up the inside of my left leg, leading up to the outside of my panties.

  Oh God, he's going to put his mouth on me. I hate when guys do this.

  "Stop," I whisper.

  Jared immediately stops and looks up at me confused.

  "No more foreplay, I can't handle anymore. I want you inside of me."

  "Are you sure? I don't want to take advantage of you if you're drunk."

  I sit up and pull him closer to me by the belt loops of his jeans.

  "I may be drunk, but I've been thinking about this for a while. Ever since I saw a few of your movies, maybe even before that."

  "Really?" He asks, amused. He reaches down to the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head, tossing it on the side of the bed.

  "Yes, I watched you," I slur, leaning forward and leaving a chaste kiss on his chest. "I got off on it-"

  "I knew it. I knew you came watching me. Were you imagining me inside you?"

  "Yes..."

  "Were you picturing me thrusting deep inside you, filling you completely with my dick?"

  "Mm," I moan.

  Jared quickly removes his belt and jeans. He hovers over me again on the bed and I make quick work of removing his boxers. He leans in and kisses down my body until he reaches the front of my panties. He slips his fingers between my skin and the material, and slowly peels it down my body. He tosses it in the same direction as his clothing and turns back to face me.

  He grips his erection and starts to stroke himself. It reminds me of him in his videos. He does this before he starts fucking the female porn stars. This briefly disturbs me because I want to mean more to him than the girls he screws for work. The shining piercing coming from the head of his dick brings me back to the moment and I can't wait any longer to have him inside me.

  He must not be able to wait any longer either. He leans over me and lines his dick with my entrance. I can feel the head of his cock and the cool metal teasing my core.

  "Missionary style, I like it. I haven't done it this way in a while."

  "Condom," I barely get out the words, his teasing is driving my body crazy.

  "Shh, I'm clean and I trust you. I don't want to wear one with you."

  His words sober me up real fast. I raise my hands and push at his chest until he gets off me and kneels on the bed.

  "No way. It's a condom or nothing."

  "I told you, Billy, I get tested every fourteen days. I was just test
ed the other day and I'm clean. I've only had sex with women in the business since then and I've seen their test results. They're clean, too."

  "How romantic."

  "I'm not trying to be romantic. I'm trying to put your mind at ease. I'm clean," he says, moving towards me again. "And I want you."

  "You're really ruining the mood. I want you, too, but I won't have sex without a condom."

  He pulls away frustrated, dragging a hand through his messy mane. "Fuck! I don't have one. It's been so long since I slept with someone who's not in the business."

  I hold back a groan, not wanting him to know how worked up he has me. Maybe this is for the best. We're both drunk and us sleeping together is probably a really bad idea.

  "We can do other things," he says huskily. "You have me so worked up. I get laid on a daily basis so I'm not used to wanting someone this bad. I'm not used to being this horny."

  He grabs my ankles and pulls me in his direction. My back falls back down on the bed and he hovers over me. "Let me taste you, I want to make your body come alive."

  Oh... God.

  "I don't... I don't like getting oral sex-"

  "You will after I'm done with you."

  His lips come down and brush against mine, persuading me to let him have me. He kisses me tenderly, almost lovingly.

  "Yes," the words barely leave my mouth before Jared is leading a pathway of kisses down my body. When he reaches my most intimate area, he spreads my legs apart and licks his lips.

  "Perfect," he mumbles and lowers his mouth to my throbbing center. His tongue touches my clit and I tense up immediately. I know I'm not going to enjoy this and Jared can sense my reservations.

  "Relax, babe. Let me show you how it's done."

  He brings his mouth back to me and slowly circles his tongue around my clit. It feels nice. He doesn't pick up rhythm or try to rush it; he just makes lazy circles, applying just the right amount of pressure around my clit.

  I start to feel a slow build up in my center. My body is getting the desired reaction from Jared's tongue. I start to pant, as I arch my back and close my eyes. It feels surprisingly good.