The Single Game

by Amanda Black

  “I loved doing that to you,” I admitted. “You were so sexy, and you tasted so good.”

  “Fuck,” he gritted through his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment as he breathed roughly through his nose. “I keep thinking about how you tasted, too,” he whispered, flicking his tongue against the side of my neck. “I want to do that again and again.”

  “I just might let you,” I purred, arching my back when I felt his large hands close over my breasts. “Show me another one,” I whined as the current clip ended. He let go of my breasts only long enough to click play and then he was right back to cupping me, squeezing more firmly as the video started.

  This one was the first to show actual sex, and it was another top-down view of a man kneeling between a woman’s legs while she lay on the bed looking up at him. The man had zoomed in on the initial penetration, but after that panned up to capture his beautiful partner’s loving gaze. This didn’t look like a cheesy porn; it looked like a personal tape made by a couple in love.

  The camera eventually panned down again to film him sliding in and out of her body, her moisture causing him to glisten in the light as he moved.

  “I finally know what that feels like,” Logan growled in my ear, sliding one of his hands down to cup me between my legs. It was almost embarrassing how badly I was throbbing for him. “How it feels to be inside you…how tight your body squeezes me.”

  “Oh, God,” I whimpered. He started rubbing his hand over me slowly, rocking his hips into my backside.

  He continued with his verbal assault on my senses. “I want you again so bad it hurts. I want you like this video…looking down at you like that. Would you like that?”

  I couldn’t talk, only squeak and nod. We both watched as the man pulled out and flipped her over onto her hands and knees, repositioning himself to enter her from behind.

  “God… I want you like that, too,” Logan moaned. “I want to see you like that in front of me…looking back at me over your shoulder.” I whimpered again more loudly, and before I knew it both of his hands were unbuttoning my jeans. “She better stay the hell downstairs for a while,” he muttered to himself as he slipped a hand inside my underwear.

  I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out when he sank his fingers into my wetness. He grunted again and paused for a moment, then started swirling and stroking my flesh like he’d been doing it for years and knew just where I needed to feel him most. Both of our eyes were glued to his monitor, watching as the man began pounding into the woman more roughly. I noticed that as his tempo increased, so did Logan’s. He started applying more pressure, making it feel so much more intense. His other hand gripped my breast again, squeezing almost to the point of pain—but it felt so good.

  “So wet…so fucking wet,” he muttered, his breathing choppy. Before I knew what I was doing, I had slipped my hands behind me, between our bodies. It was awkward and cramped, but if I moved just the right way I could reach the button on his jeans. Once I popped it open, I shoved my hand inside, finding him hot and pulsing for me.

  “Oh…yes!” he groaned, bucking his hips.

  It was too awkward of a position for me to do much more than grip him, but grip him I did. He thrust up into my hand while rubbing me furiously, neither of our eyes straying from the sight on his screen.

  “That’s me,” he panted. “That’s me inside you, fucking you so hard. Do you like that, baby?”

  “Yes…God, yes!”

  I could feel the tremors starting in my legs, signaling the approach of a powerful orgasm. From the way Logan was shaking underneath me, he wasn’t far off, either. We watched as the man thrust a few more times, pulling out to pump his seed all over his lover’s backside. The sight made me snap, something about the primal nature of it sending me over the edge violently.

  I buried my face in his neck as best I could and tried to swallow my screams as I exploded around his fingers. Hearing me was too much for Logan, and soon he was grunting through his own release, spurting hot fluid up my forearm.

  Luckily I got the worst of it, our clothing miraculously spared from the fallout. When we were both recovered enough to process a logical thought, he grabbed a box of tissues and handed it to me.

  “Here…sorry about that.”

  “Don’t be. I thought it was hot as hell.” I stood up and wiped off my arm, leaning over to kiss him soundly on the lips. “Do you have somewhere I could wash up?”

  “Yeah, I have a bathroom through there,” he said, nodding at a door on the opposite side of the room.

  “Thanks.”

  I tidied up and washed away the incriminating evidence. When I came back out, I was surprised to find that Logan was talking to his mother, who must have come in about two seconds after I went into the bathroom.

  Holy shit, that was close!

  “Oh, there you are, Eden!” she smiled. “I was just reminding Logan that it’s a school night, and he should probably get you home pretty soon. I’d hate to make your parents think that sort of thing didn’t matter to us.”

  “We were just about to leave, Mom,” Logan jumped in, noticing my deer-in-headlights look.

  “Uh…yeah,” I agreed, finally getting over my shock at seeing Nora there. “We should get going. Thank you so much again for having me over. It was a lovely dinner.”

  “No, thank you for coming, dear.” She smiled warmly and opened her arms, wrapping me in a hug. “I hope you’ll be back again soon.”

  “I’d like that a lot.”

  We stopped and said good-bye to Douglas on the way out, and he thanked me again for the monkey bread as he dished up yet another serving. Once we were in the safety of Logan’s car we both let out huge sighs of relief and thanked our lucky stars that we hadn’t been caught a few minutes earlier.

  When we pulled up to my house I noticed that my mom and dad weren’t back from their own date, which meant that we had a few more minutes of privacy.

  As I looked over at my beautiful, sweet, tenderhearted boyfriend, I felt an enormous surge of emotion well up inside my chest.

  Oh, God—this was it.

  “Logan? Uh…we need to talk.”

  Chapter 23

  Logan’s eyes grew huge behind his lenses. “Is something wrong?” he asked, gulping loudly. “You were so quiet on the ride over, and now you’re acting funny.”

  “I’m not trying to act funny,” I said quietly, hating the way my stomach was doing somersaults. “There’s just…something I need to tell you, and I don’t think I can put it off any longer.”

  “What is it?” he asked stiffly, shifting his gaze to stare straight out the window. At first I thought he was looking at the rain that had begun to fall, but as I watched him I realized he wasn’t focused on anything. “Eden?” he croaked, still not looking at me. “Please, just say it.”

  I knew I was making him nervous, but every time I tried to open my mouth the words were choked off by fear. “I’m afraid to,” I finally managed, my voice nothing more than a whisper.

  The silence between us was intensified by a loud boom of thunder outside, followed by the echoing din of a sudden downpour.

  “You’ve made up your mind; you might as well just get it over with.” His voice sounded off, not angry as much as defeated.

  I was ruining it. I felt so overwhelmed with emotion and the need to tell him how I felt, but my own crippling nerves were in the way. I was so scared that it might make things awkward between us that I had spoiled the moment.

  I knew I had to suck it up and do something—anything. Taking a deep breath, I squeezed my eyes shut tightly and forced myself to put it out there.

  “I love you!” I blurted out loudly before jumping out of the car, making a mad dash through the rain toward my house. I heard his car door slamming only seconds later.

  “Eden!” he shouted over the storm. “Wait!” Before I could turn around all the way, he was there, grabbing me and pulling me to him. “You love me? That’s what you were trying to tell me? I
thought you were going to dump me!”

  “I’m sorry!” I cried, tears of embarrassment streaming down my face, mixing with the rain. “I didn’t want to tell you like that. I got scared and I panicked and when I realized what you were thinking I just sort of spit it out.”

  Logan sighed and hugged me to him, both of us getting soaked in the middle of my front lawn. “Why the hell were you scared to tell me that?” he asked.

  “Because!” I wailed, burying my face into his chest as it all came tumbling out. “It’s too soon! I shouldn’t love you this much already, I shouldn’t need you like this, but I do! I need you so much that it hurts—it hurts me. I can’t even stand saying good-bye to you on the phone, it’s like a giant hole is ripping open in my chest. That can’t possibly be normal, right?”

  “Who says?”

  “Huh?” I blinked up at him, trying to focus on his eyes through his rain-spattered glasses.

  “Who says that’s not normal for us? Maybe we’re just intense like that—why does that make it wrong?”

  “It doesn’t feel wrong,” I sobbed. “It feels perfect. That’s why I was so afraid to tell you. I didn’t want to scare you off and ruin things, or make you think you had to say it back if you aren’t ready.”

  “If I wasn’t ready?” he laughed. “Eden, I’ve been head over heels in love with you from the moment I laid eyes on you! It only gets stronger each day that we’re together. I’ve been dying to tell you!”

  “Why didn’t you say anything?”

  “Would you have believed me if I did? I’m the shy virgin who’d never even kissed a girl before. I figured you would blame my inexperience and blow me off if I said it first.” He leaned down and covered my mouth with his own, our wet lips sliding against each other. “You don’t know how hard it was to keep from saying it last night,” he said, pulling back only far enough to whisper against my lips, “after sharing something so beautiful with you.”

  “Me, too,” I gasped, kissing him once more.

  “Then tell me now,” he said gruffly, sliding his hand up through my wet hair to anchor me in place. “Say it again.”

  “I love you, Logan,” I sobbed even louder, only this time, it was with happy tears. “I love you so much it hurts! I don’t ever want to be without you.”

  He claimed my lips hungrily, warming me up from the inside out. His kiss was possessive and predatory and full of need, and when he pulled back to look me in the eye, I saw nothing but sincerity in his gaze. “I love you, too, Eden. I don’t care if you believe this or not, but I intend to love you for the rest of my life. I know I’m new to this and I know it’s way too early to say this kind of stuff, but I can only tell you what’s in my heart.”

  “Oh my God.” I slumped against him, feeling as if my legs might give out at any moment. “You always take my breath away.”

  “Good. I hope I always do, because I’m not going anywhere.” He smiled and kissed me again, sinking every ounce of emotion from the night into it. My lips were singing and my head was spinning and I don’t think either of us felt the cold from the rain anymore.

  I wanted to lose myself in everything he was saying and doing, but the pessimistic idiot inside my head had to get in one more question. “Logan,” I panted, trying to catch my breath. “I believe you feel that way now, but how do you know that someone better won’t come along? You haven’t gone to college yet.”

  He chuckled, shaking his head. “I knew you would go there. Do you think that someone better will come along for you?”

  “Well…no.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you’re it for me. You’re all I want.”

  “Then why don’t I get to say the same thing? I feel the exact same way about you.”

  “But you don’t have anyone to compare me with. You haven’t played the field at all.”

  “So it’s a strike against me because I got lucky on the first try? Besides, it’s not like you’re a seasoned dating veteran or anything.”

  “I know, but what if you start to resent the fact that you’ve only been with one girl? What if I’m not enough for you?”

  “Eden,” he sighed, holding my face in his hands. “I love you, but sometimes you say the craziest shit. On what planet would you not be enough for me? I feel like I hit the million-dollar jackpot the very first time I played. Why would I keep trying to get something better? There is no better. I’m not stupid—I know how to cherish the treasure I’ve been given.” He smiled and kissed my forehead before squeezing me tightly. “Besides, I should thank you for helping me avoid dating. I’ve never wanted that. All the guessing and head games and drama, it’s never been attractive to me. I think people who romanticize that stuff are full of shit, because every time they break up it’s all crying and whining and even more drama before they start all over again on the next one. I can’t stand wasting time on lost causes.”

  “So you don’t think I’m a lost cause?” I giggled, kissing the side of his neck and nipping it lightly.

  “Never. You’re my treasure, beautiful girl.”

  I pulled him down to meet my lips, feeling lighter than I had in months. I didn’t care anymore if we were young and the odds were against us. Nothing that made me feel so alive and full of joy could be wrong, and I would fight to the death to keep it. It thrilled me to no end to hear that Logan and I were on the same page.

  Our kiss turned more heated from the heightened emotions flowing through us. Logan let out that delicious whimper as our tongues slipped and tangled together, and by the time we parted, I felt dizzy with need. The rain continued to beat down on us as we stared at each other, both of us panting loudly.

  “I love you, Eden,” he said after a beat, his voice strained. “And I want you so badly right now that it’s killing me. I want to be able to tell you how much I love you while I’m actually making love to you.”

  “I want that, too.” I was surprised that I could sound so normal when it felt like my heart was going to explode. “But…my parents.”

  “I know,” he sighed. “They’ll be home soon. Why don’t you go inside and dry off before I do something really stupid. We will continue this tomorrow.” The last bit came out with a growl and it took all my strength not to mount him on my lawn in the rain.

  “All right,” I nodded, kissing him quickly. “Thank you for such an amazing night.”

  “Thank you for loving me,” he whispered.

  “Always, Logan.” I stared into his beautiful eyes as I pledged myself. “I’ll love you always.”

  Chapter 24

  I heard my parents coming home about twenty minutes later while I was drying off from my shower. By the time I dried my hair and was ready for bed, they were already coming up the stairs to their room. I opened my door to catch them on the landing.

  “Hey,” I said, startling them both.

  “Oh, you’re still up,” my mom said, smiling warmly as my dad kissed her on the cheek and winked at me before heading into their room.

  “Yeah, I’m heading to bed now. I was wondering if I could talk to you for a minute.”

  “Of course, sweetie. Eric, I’ll be there in a minute,” she called to my father before following me into my room and closing the door behind her. “What’s up? How did the big dinner go?”

  “Great. The Blacks were so welcoming and sweet. They seemed to really like me.”

  “Well, they’d be crazy not to, honey.” She sat down next to me on the edge of my bed.

  “Thanks.” I debated for a moment about whether or not I should tell her what happened earlier, before I finally went for it. “I’m sure Dad told you about our discussion after Logan left the other night.”

  “About him being the one?” she said with a bright smile. “Of course he told me. I see it, too, but I didn’t want to make you any more uncomfortable than I’m sure you already were, so I was hoping we’d talk about it when you were ready. Your father’s not always as subtle,” she said with a laugh.

  �
�Well, I, uh…I told Logan. Dad was right—he was just waiting for me to tell him first.”

  “That’s wonderful!” she gushed, hugging me tightly. “Oh, Eden… This is such an exciting time in your life. You deserve some happiness.”

  “You don’t think we’re too young?” I asked nervously. “That was my biggest concern.”

  “Sweetheart, just enjoy your youth,” she said, stroking my hair when I rested my head on her shoulder again. “Yes, you’re young. That doesn’t make the love any less real. Now, if you were running away tonight to elope, I might have some concerns, but there is nothing wrong with finding the right partner early on. You have plenty of time to work everything else out. You still have college to get through before real life gets in the way, you know.”

  “You met Dad in college, right?”

  “I did, and boy did he throw off my plans!” she laughed.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, I was a freshman and excited about being away from home for the first time. I thought I would play the field and date tons of guys. I was ready for my wild partying days to start,” she said with a wink. “But then I met your father at the first party I went to before classes even started.” She sighed at the memory. “I had no intention of falling in love until I was much older. But one look at him, and that was it. We were inseparable after that and we got married about thirty seconds after graduating.”

  “And you never had any problems?”

  “All couples have problems, Eden. We don’t always agree and we fight like cats and dogs sometimes. But that’s a big part of being married; learning how to deal with disagreements and respecting each other enough to listen and work it out. I think that’s why the divorce rate is so damn high these days—people have no idea how to have a good fight anymore. Everyone thinks it’s supposed to be rainbows and sunshine every single day and that any kind of fighting means they must be unhappy.”