Gaming for Love

by Crystal Perkins

  He is thrusting hard. I’m still a little sore from yesterday but I am also dripping wet, so he’s slipping in and out with ease. He reaches next to me and grabs one of the pillows. Sitting back, he places it under my ass and then goes up on his knees. He continues his fast rhythm as he leans forward and reaches his hands up to clutch mine while he sucks and nibbles on my neck. I thread my fingers through his and we hold hands as he comes hard inside of me.

  It takes him a few minutes to recover and then he’s letting go of my hands and sliding out of me. He immediately unties my hands before he even takes the condom off. He starts kissing both of my wrists repeatedly and then looks into my eyes. “Thank you, Yas. That was better than any fantasy I had as a teen. I love you so much. Are you okay?”

  “Yes, Scott, I’m okay. It wasn’t too bad. I just hated that I couldn’t touch you. Thank you for making me feel safe. I love you, too.”

  He leaves me briefly to get rid of the condom and then he is back, holding me. He hugs me to him and we stay like that for several minutes, while he kisses my head and rubs my back. I didn’t lie to him. I don’t know that I will ever want to do anything like that again, but he made me feel safe and loved. I’m glad that he didn’t try to wait for me, though. I am not sure that I could have come with him pounding into me while I was bound.

  Scott groans and then says, “I would love to stay here, holding you, but we should get going.”

  We get up and put our clothes on. He puts his controllers back and then we walk downstairs and out of the house. He holds my hand the whole way, only letting go when he opens the passenger door for me and gets in the car himself. He immediately grabs my hand again and holds it tight.

  * * *

  Scott

  I can’t believe I just had Yasmin in my old bed, tied to it with my game controllers. Every time I think that something we do together is the hottest, most erotic thing I have ever experienced, we do something to top it. I don’t think anything will ever top what we just did. At least for me. I know that Yas wasn’t completely into it and I really would have untied her. But, I won’t lie. I am so fucking glad that she told me not to. I need to let her take the lead the next time we are together, though. I want to give her back some control. I think she may need it. God, I love this woman so much.

  We get stuck waiting for a train to pass and I tell her. “Hey, baby, you’re in charge next time. We’ll do whatever you want. Wherever and however you want. Anything.” I pull her hand to my mouth and kiss her knuckles.

  “Thanks.” I can see that I made her happy. And that makes me happy. “So, if I ask you to just go down on me for hours and tell me how much you love the taste of me, you’ll do it?” I can see the mischief in her eyes when I glance over.

  “Do I have to say I love it? I don’t want to sound like one of your books,” I groan. I will though, if that’s what she wants.

  She laughs so hard that I think she is going to pass out. “No, you don’t have to say it and I wouldn’t make you do that anyway. I’ll think of something.” It’s her turn to pull our joined hand to her mouth and kiss mine.

  “I would do it for you.”

  “I know.”

  It takes a while to get to the other side of town, where I spent my toddler and elementary school years. We don’t talk much. Yas looks out the window taking in another part of my city while I concentrate on driving in the busy traffic.

  When we reach my neighborhood, I pull up outside my old house and get out. I run around and open Yas’s door as Mrs. Johnson comes down the steps.

  “Scott Griffin as I live and breathe. Come over here and give me a hug.”

  “Hey Mrs. J. How have you been?” I grin as I envelope her in a hug.

  “I’m sure that you don’t want to hear about my problems. Especially when you have a pretty girl with you.”

  I reach behind me for Yas’s hand and she moves forward to put it in mine. “Yas, this is my kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Johnson. Mrs. J, this is my girlfriend, Yasmin.”

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Johnson,” she says, sticking out her hand.

  “Girlfriend? You finally managed to get yourself one of those? This calls for a hug, not a handshake.” She pulls Yas into her and after a second of hesitation, my girl hugs her back. “Wait until I tell the rest of the neighborhood that little Scotty Griffin has a girlfriend.”

  “Yeah, yeah, you’ve had your fun. And please don’t call me Scotty, I am almost 22 years old for Fu-God’s sake.”

  She reaches out to ruffle my hair and totally undoes my faux hawk. “Why are you pulling your hair up into that peak? If you want a Mohawk, you should shave the sides like you are supposed to. I always taught you kids that you should do something right or don’t so it at all.”

  “No!” Yas practically yells. “I like your hair Scott, please don’t shave the sides.”

  I can’t resist playing with her a little. “So, you wouldn’t want me if I had a real hawk?”

  “I didn’t say that. Stop teasing me. I wouldn’t care if you were bald. Well, I mean, I would care but I would still love you. “

  “I like this girl, Scotty. You better treat her right.”

  “I’m trying to Mrs. J,” I tell her ignoring that she called me Scotty again. “That’s why I brought her by to see my old house.” I turn to Yas. “When we moved to the bigger house, my parents didn’t want to sell this one. Mrs. J was about to be evicted because her building was being torn down, so she moved in here.”

  “That’s great.”

  “What he didn’t tell you is that they let me live here for free.”

  I shift from side to side, embarrassed. Like my parents, I don’t want attention on me for my good deeds. The awards ceremony in a few months is an exception to our rule and we wouldn’t be doing that if it wasn’t for it being given to us by Erin and Dave’s favorite charity. I still can’t believe that I have to wear a tux.

  Yas brings me back to the present. “I’m not surprised that they did that for you. The Griffin family is very special.”

  “Yes they are. Now, why don’t you two come in for some tea?”

  “We don’t have time for tea, but can Yasmin have a quick look around?”

  “Of course she can.”

  We go inside and Yas walks around saying that she loves this house too. The sincerity in her voice makes me believe her. She runs hers finger over my growth marks in the kitchen and takes a picture of them. We say our goodbyes and get several more hugs before we are on our way again.

  “Thank you for showing me where you grew up. Both places are so beautiful and I feel like I know so much more about you.”

  “I’ll tell you anything you want to know about me. You just have to ask.”

  “Anything? Even the secrets that John is keeping for you?”

  “Alright, maybe not everything.”

  Chapter 16

  Yas

  Today has been amazing. The Art Institute was beyond words and Navy Pier was so fun. But, meeting John and Mrs. Johnson has been the best. Getting to see how much these people love my man was just so special. Seeing the homes that he grew up in was pretty cool, too. I wouldn’t call being tied to a bed by game controllers a highlight, except maybe it was. I mean, I wasn’t really into it, but it meant a lot to Scott and he made me as comfortable as possible. Especially after, when he told me that I was in charge next time. He knew I needed to have control after feeling so vulnerable. I love him for that. I can’t wait for the cruise and Windy City Tats. Zane has covered Scott in all of those beautiful tattoos and I know that he’s important to him.

  We get back to the hotel and as we walk through the lobby, the concierge intercepts us. “Your packages have arrived, Mr. Griffin. I had them taken up to your suite.”

  “Thanks,” Scott tells her, smiling and pulling some money out of his pocket for a tip.

  “What packages?” He is carrying my souvenir bags and I can’t imagine what else he could have had delivered today.


  “Surprise packages.” He leans down to kiss me lightly. “Let’s get upstairs so that you can see them.”

  I’m excited and a little nervous as we take the elevator upstairs. Scott opens the door and motions for me to go in first. I walk in and see several bags from the Art Institute covering one of the couches. “Wh-what are those, Scott?”

  “Everything you wanted from the museum store,” he tells me quirking the eyebrow with his piercing, causing the barbell in it to raise up, too.

  “Everything I wanted? I only wanted the t-shirt and poster that I had you buy me.”

  “No, you only asked me for the t-shirt and poster. You wanted many other things. I saw your eyes light up and you bite your bottom lip several times in that store.” He walks over and cups my face with his hands. “I knew you that you were going to do something like that. That you would tell me only a couple things because you don’t want me spending money on you. But, I want to spend my money on you. There’s no one I would rather spend my money on. So, I planned ahead and talked to the store manager while you were in the bathroom.”

  “Scott.” I start, but he leans down and kisses the protest from my lips.

  “Yas, I wanted to do this. Let me do this. Besides, I don’t even know when your birthday is, so maybe this could be part of that, too, if it will make you feel better.”

  I see the love in his eyes and I can’t deny him. “Thanks. It means a lot to me that you would pay attention to what I liked. My birthday is February 2. When is yours?”

  “It’s August 2.”

  “August 2. That’s only in a few weeks!” I say, a little panicked. I already have a plan, I’ve had one all day even though I didn’t know when his birthday was. But, I need to go online to find the finishing touches.

  “You don’t have to get me anything, Yas. I buy myself pretty much whatever I want. My family always tells me how hard I am to shop for.”

  “I happen to be an excellent gift giver and I already know what I’m going to give you. I just have to get it put together.”

  “Put together, huh? That sounds intriguing. Do I get a hint?” he asks while kissing my neck.

  I push him away from me because we really need to get ready for the cruise. “No, no hints. Now, let me see what you got me. Because, maybe it’s not what I wanted.” I am teasing him, but I’m actually a little nervous. What if he thought I liked some hideous things?

  I shouldn’t have worried. As I take things out of the bags, I see the beautiful pieces of jewelry I had admired. The purse made of sari pieces that I had run my finger over and even the glass wall tiles I had looked at, knowing exactly where I would hang them in my house. There are many artwork prints and an umbrella covered in water lilies. There’s more, too. He really was paying attention. I turn to look at him and he is shifting back and forth looking a little nervous.

  “Did I get it right? That was the stuff you liked, wasn’t it?”

  “Yes, Scott. This is everything that I liked but didn’t want to ask you for. Thank you.” I kiss him again and then remind him that we need to get ready.

  “You can use the dressing salon and I will get ready in the bedroom, Yas.”

  “You don’t want to get ready together?” I ask him, confused.

  “Actually, no. I think it might be cool if we get ready separately so that we can surprise each other. Is that weird?”

  “No, that is definitely not weird. And for someone who once told me that he didn’t know how to be romantic or woo me, you are doing an amazing job of both,” I tell him honestly as I grab the bag filled with the museum jewelry so that I can wear some it tonight.

  “Yeah? I guess I am better at this than I thought. I do have a wonderful muse who inspires me though. I wish I had time to show you just how much you inspire me.”

  I dodge his hands as I remind him of his promise. “I’m in charge tonight, remember? And I plan to show you how much I appreciate the romance and wooing. Now go get ready so that you can dazzle me.” He already dazzles me but I can’t wait to see him dressed up for dinner. I have never seen him dressed up and the thought makes me dizzy.

  “Yes, ma’am.” He salutes me and then heads to the closet while I go behind the curtain into the dressing salon. This suite is beyond amazing.

  I go to one of the mirrored wardrobes and pull out the black Bettie Page dress I brought in case I needed to dress up while we were here. It has a high neck, landing just above my clavicle, and three quarter sleeves. It lands just below my knee and hugs my body like it was made for it. So, basically I am covered up but sexy. I was a little worried that it would be too hot to wear it, but I brought it just in case. I have other dresses but I want to wear this one, because I feel hot and sexy in it. Sam and Erika were with me when I bought it and they both said that it was a must buy. I’m banking on it being a little cooler on the water. If not, I will just suffer in silence. I pull a chunky, grey mother of pearl necklace out of the museum bag. It is the perfect style for the dress. I put my hair up, but leave a few curls falling, and do my makeup. I don’t normally wear much, but I want to look extra special tonight. I slip on strappy black heels, grab a black clutch and I’m ready to go.

  “Are you ready?” I ask through the curtain. I want us both to be fully dressed and ready for our date when we see each other.

  “Yep. I am.”

  I move the curtain aside and nearly pass out from the sight in front of me. Scott is in a black suit with a green shirt underneath, open at the collar so a hint of his Griffin tattoo is showing. His hair is gelled up into its usual faux hawk and he has a smile on his face. He looks so good that it almost hurts to look at him. I mean I love him in t-shirts and shorts or jeans. Oh, and naked, especially naked. But this is Scott on a whole other level. As much as he hates suits, his body is made for them. Wow, just wow. The green compliments his eyes, which are encased in the glasses that he knows I love, and makes them pop even more than usual. Or maybe they’re popping because his eyes went impossibly wide when I walked into the room.

  “Holy fuck, Yas. You look so fucking hot. I mean, damn. I know you’re hot, but damn. I can’t even form a coherent sentence.”

  I laugh at his reaction, which warms me all over. “You just did.”

  “Huh, what?” he says still looking at me like his next meal. He seems to collect himself and chuckles. “Oh, yeah, I did. But, seriously, baby. I am going to be glaring at other guys all night as they check you out.”

  “They can check me out all they want. This dress is only coming off for one guy. And I am going to be glaring at a bunch of women tonight too. You are beyond hot in that suit. I know you don’t like wearing suits, but holy fuck to you too.”

  “You’re right. I don’t like wearing suits, but seeing the look in your eyes right now is making me rethink my wardrobe choices.”

  “No. You should wear your t-shirts on a daily basis and just wear suits on occasion. Any more than that might cause me and every other woman who sees you to have a heart attack.” I joke as I reach him and finger the lapels of his jacket. I’m not joking, though. I probably would have a heart attack if I saw him like this every day. “And with your glasses on, too? I am swooning right now. Oh shit, did I just say that out loud?”

  “Yeah, you did. But I won’t hold it against you since I think that I’m doing the male version of swooning, whatever that is called.” He reaches out with one hand and fingers the built in belt that crisscrosses around the dress.

  I step away because I know if I don’t, we may not make it out of the room. “Come on, sexy man, we have a cruise to catch.”

  “I know you’re looking forward to it. But, just know, I would love to stay here and peel that dress off of you.” He reaches out and takes my hand, leading me to the door.

  “You can do that later.” I promise him as we head out the door.

  As we walk into the lobby, I see many heads turn our way, both male and female, so I guess we are both being checked out. I feel so happy with his ar
m around me as he guides me towards the valet parking booth. I stop him near the concierge desk and ask her to take our picture. She takes several as we pose for her. I go to tip her, but Scott beats me to it with a smile. Then we are outside, getting in his Mustang and heading for Navy Pier.

  * * *

  Scott

  I valet the car at the Pier and place my hand on Yasmin’s back as we head to the boat. I don’t know what to expect and don’t think that this will really be my thing, but I know Yas is excited for the cruise, so I’m happy to play along. A photographer takes our picture as we board. He hands me a ticket with instructions on how to purchase the photo online. I’ll do it because I know Yas will want one and hell, I want one too. I can’t wait to put a picture of us in my place. I will have to ask Yas to text me some of the ones from earlier today.

  “Can we go outside on the deck or did you want to eat right away?” she asks me.

  “I’m good. We can go outside if you want.” I smile at her as she clasps my hand and leads me outside. There are couches around the outside of the boat and we manage to snag one. I put my arm around her and hold her close as the boat pulls out into the lake. I kiss her temple and she looks up at me, her eyes shining with something. No, not just something. She is looking at me with love in her eyes. “I love you, Yas. Thanks again for coming here with me.”

  She turns her body towards me as she kisses me. It starts out sweet, but soon her tongue is teasing my lip ring and her mouth is opening for me. I slide my tongue in and explore her mouth. Her hands are in my hair and I am running mine up and down her arms. I pull her further towards me, wanting her on my lap, when a throat clears behind us.

  “Excuse me, but there are children on board.” I look up into the eyes of a nervous looking teenage employee.