Gamer Love

by Melissa Lopez

  Slowly, he rocked his hips to send both cocks into her depths, earning a groan of pleasure.

  Frantically, her hands grasped hold of his powerful shoulders.

  Rapture would soon be hers. Her inner walls gripped the dildo every time he sent it deeper. And his buried cock caused her to gasp and moan on every thrust of the stiff length.

  "Please...” As much as she wanted this moment, she wanted something more. She wanted him. The man, not the character. “What is your name?"

  His head dropped to nuzzle her ear. “You sure you want to leave the fantasy?"

  "God, yes.” She clutched at him to draw him closer, deeper. “Tell me."

  "Abram.” He rolled his hips.

  "Abram.” Breathless, she panted on each stroke of the cocks. “Abram ... Abram ... Abram...” What he was doing to her. How wonderful he was making her feel...

  Tears burned the back of her eyes, clogging her throat at the first tremors of a climax. Liquid heat swirled in her very core. It pulsed outward as he bucked his hips. On each thrust, the cocks stroked her deeply. Over and over, he pounded into her. His ragged breath rushed the skin of her throat.

  She writhed as he fucked her hard.

  Her pussy muscles spasmed on the first wave of the climax. “Abram!” Headlong, she rushed to embrace the climax. For the first time ever, she didn't fight the climax; she let it wash completely through her. Arching, her body strained on each ripple of pleasure.

  Grunting, Abram joined her as his cock jerked hotly in her back hole.

  She wouldn't let go of him. Had no desire to. But when he pulled out of her butt, she had to. Before easing away from her, he withdrew the dildo as well.

  Bringing her legs together to hang onto the tiny prickles of arousal, she brought the sheet over her body.

  "Be right back.” He kissed her shoulder and headed to the bathroom. Awed by the events, she watched him disappear. He'd given her the best orgasm in her life.

  She'd had only three other lovers in her lifetime. None of them had made her come. And her own hand had never created that kind of pleasure. No, not even close. Oh, she could bring herself to climax. But doing the work had distracted her from experiencing the sensations fully. As she just had with Abram.

  * * * *

  So much for being cool. Being in control. He'd lost it. Abram glared at himself a minute in the mirror after the quick shower he'd taken once Lindsey had used the tub.

  Fuck.

  He was supposed to have stayed in the role of Sandulf no matter what. But when she'd asked for his name while he'd been buried balls deep, he hadn't been able to think clearly.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  Jesus, Lindsey had been the hottest screw ever. Way too hot for him to handle. He didn't know if it'd been the way she'd writhed under him, the way she hadn't been able to catch her breath, or the fucking tears. He'd never known a woman to climax the way she had. Come so damn hard.

  "Hey.” A gentle hand grazed his arm.

  He made out Lindsey in the dim glow. She had the sheet wrapped around her.

  "You okay?"

  "I'm sorry about...” Not fulfilling my role. He trailed off, unable to admit the rest aloud.

  "Oh...” She took two quick steps backward.

  "No.” He followed her. Couldn't let her jump to conclusions. “Jesus no, not about that...” What she'd given him, he'd never forget. Hell, before he'd met her in person, he hadn't been able to get enough of the cybersex with her. But he'd never ass fucked before. What they'd shared had blown his mind. She trusted him. She'd been in a vulnerable position, and she'd trusted him.

  "Oh."

  "I'm sorry I gave you my name.” She backed into the wall, so he invaded her personal space. He caressed her cheek as his dick swelled. “I was supposed to remain Sandulf until the morning."

  "Oh.” With the slightest shift of her face, she kissed his palm. “I'm glad I know your real name."

  Unable to resist her quivering mouth a moment longer, he caught her lips with his own. Kissing was an intimate act he wasn't used to. You didn't have to kiss someone to fuck them. Yet, he couldn't get enough of Lindsey's taste, her responses. As their tongues teased one another's, his dick went stiff. And he broke the kiss off to unwrap the sheet she wore.

  He dipped his head, nuzzled her throat, made a beeline down between her breasts until he rested on his knees.

  Moaning, she arched her hips, as his tongue played along the soft skin of her stomach and over her pelvic bone. One after another, he placed lingering kisses until she panted.

  He was about to take part in another first. Pussy eating. He'd never been enticed to try it before. Never been willing to give it a try. He'd never been close enough to a woman before to want to. Lindsey was different. She drove him past the needs of the moment. She made him want things. She made him think impossible things ... She was special.

  More than eager, he wanted to know everything about her. How she tasted. There was no hesitation as he ran his tongue down her center and back up her already swollen seam.

  Whimpering, she spread her legs for him. So he tongued her hole. Slurped as her cream rained down on his tongue. Licked as her juices flowed freely.

  He groaned and set about fucking her pussy with his tongue. In and out, he thrust the muscle. With his hands on her thighs to help support her he used a maddening pace on her hole. From time to time, he teased her extended clit.

  Massaging her breasts, she moaned.

  Abram trembled in growing need.

  She gasped on each arch of her hips as she sought her pleasure.

  Still, he suckled at her wet hole.

  Short of breath, she undulated her hips. At the feel of her hand in his hair, he grunted and focused on her clit. Savagely he sucked on the tight bundle of nerves.

  "Oh God, yes...” Her body tensed. She spasmed as she ground her pussy against his mouth. Shaking with his own need for release, he groaned as her climax finally washed through her straining body. “Abram..."

  Like a hungry animal, he didn't let up until she was left quaking. Proud at making her come, he licked her a time or two more.

  On his feet, he braced a hand on the wall beside her and sought a measure of control. His hard dick stood at salute between their bodies. The head pressed into her soft stomach. Jesus, he was horny. Lustful. He wanted to toss her to the bed and fuck her until he emptied his balls.

  No help to his needy state, her hands worked their way up his chest to his shoulders. She then caressed her way up his neck to clasp his face in her hands.

  As if on a mission to weaken his control, she pressed her mouth to his jawline. “Thank you."

  His chest constricted. “My pleasure."

  Her hands pressed against his chest, urging him backward. He grunted when he hit the bed. She followed him down to straddle his hips. His balls drew tight at the first contact. Her slick pussy rubbed along his dick. He groaned again when her lips covered his.

  With a shaky hand, he tried to keep her hair away from her face as their mouths clung to one another. Their tongues tangled and danced. All the while she pressed down to slide back and forth on his rigid length. Her slippery folds worked him to release. He groaned, feeling the first rush of come, then arched his hips. On violent pulses, his come sprayed their chests.

  After another kiss, she lifted her head. “Hmm ... it looks like we need a shower."

  On a chuckle, he sat up, taking her with him. “Yes we do.” As far as he could tell the night was still going to be a frenzied fuckfest, only he was going to participate as himself.

  * * * *

  On her side, Lindsey faced Abram. She couldn't possibly get closer to him, though she tried. Deliciously tired and sore, she sighed.

  Abram brushed her hair back. His rough hand lingered on her cheek and throat.

  Like a cat, she moved against his hand. She loved his dark hands on her light skin.

  "You ready to call it a night?"

  "Hmm.” She should be af
ter the hours they'd spent enjoying each other's bodies. She'd never known sex could be so good, so beautiful. Or equally exciting. “Not yet."

  The half smile he treated her to revealed even white teeth. “Whatever the mujer hermosa wants."

  Beautiful woman. With him she believed it. Over the past year she'd gone from a size 18 to a size 14. Twelve, if the size ran large. She felt much better about herself. But the way he looked at her made her feel even more beautiful.

  "So tell me ... about your sleep patterns."

  "What?” The grin was back in place.

  "You know, do you sleep with the window open?"

  "Not usually."

  "Do you snore?"

  "No.” His arm rested down between them. “Do you?"

  She laughed and kissed him. “I don't think so.” Lowering her lashes, she turned serious. “Do you like to cuddle or do you need your space at night?"

  Abram's fingers caught a lock of her hair between them and rubbed the strands together. “I've never been in a relationship long enough to know."

  "Oh.” She met the steady brown gaze. The declaration was a hard one to buy. Abram was a gorgeous man.

  He must have sensed her surprise. “In my youth, a relationship wasn't a high priority. Then I spent four years in the Marines."

  "The Marines, huh?” She ogled his chest. “I was under the impression those in the military got tattoos."

  Wearing a teasing grin, he shook his head. “I'd considered one at one time."

  Noting the lowered lashes, she traced his lips with two fingers for a moment. “Abram..."

  "Never wanted one."

  Gently, she pressed her mouth to his. “Where were you stationed?"

  He turned serious. “Three years in the Middle East. I went in with my brother.” Briefly, he closed his eyes. “He never came back. I almost got a memorial tattoo."

  "Oh no.” Her chest tightened. “I'm so sorry.” How awful for him. The war hadn't touched her life. She couldn't even imagine what he'd gone through.

  "Thanks.” He collected another lock of her hair to play with. “I decided to bail and protect those closer to home, and joined the Border Patrol eight years ago."

  She ducked her head. Could she be any more of a bad American? She knew almost nothing about the Border Patrol.

  "Let me guess...” He lifted her chin. “Your knowledge of the agency is zip?"

  She moaned. “Well, not zip. I know we have them on both the Canadian and Mexican borders. And they're part of Homeland Security."

  Abram smiled. “You get an A. That's more than most people know."

  "Oh, stop.” She pushed playfully at his chest. When she got home, she'd read every book on the Border Patrol she could get her hands on.

  "Okay.” His hand caught her hip to encourage her to shift closer. “Do you need your own space or do you sleep close to your partner?"

  How honest did she dare be? Did she want to become completely vulnerable? Exposed? Her breath quickened. She wanted only honesty between them. “I've never had an overnight lover before.” Even the guy in college hadn't spent the entire night with her...

  He groaned and covered her lips with his mouth. As his tongue teased hers, arousal kindled.

  Oh, I love how he kisses.

  She loved how wanton his caressing mouth made her feel. How cherished she felt under the gentle assault of his lips.

  Lindsey moaned, clutching at his body. Explored the warm skin that covered his hard muscles with her roaming fingers. She quivered at the feel of his rippling muscles.

  I love his hard body.

  She loved how ravenous his powerful body made her feel when he pressed close.

  Abram's hand drifted down to pull her thigh over his own. His rough palm massaged her leg and butt cheek as his kisses deepened. Liquid heat flooded through her to swell in her breasts and pussy.

  His breath turned ragged while his thick cock prodded her belly.

  She moaned, enjoying the feel of his roughened palm caressing her.

  I love his big hands. They could be so gentle or rough.

  She loved how desirable his hands made her feel. Yes, for the first time in her life, she felt lovely. She was pretty.

  Searching for a breath, she broke the kiss off.

  Trembling, she slowly opened her eyes to meet his darkened gaze. He hadn't had to come here. The man could've easily gotten a piece anywhere. He'd wanted to meet her. Spend time with her. Get to know her. “Oh, Abram.” He wanted her. As much as she'd wanted him. The realization stunned her. “Oh, Abram..."

  "What?"

  "I ... I just can't believe we're here together.” Two nights. The time would fly by. She moaned, snuggling closer to his warmth.

  "Jesus, me too.” He kissed her. “Me too."

  Glutton for more, she returned the embrace of his mouth wholeheartedly. Before sleep claimed them, she planned on getting as much of Abram as she could have.

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  Chapter Three

  Abram woke to a tickling along his ribs. He opened his eyes to see Lindsey sitting at his side, trailing her fingernails up and down his chest. She'd showered and partially dressed in her panties and a top. Her hair was damp. “Hmm, I thought you'd sleep forever."

  He glanced at the watch he always wore. It was nearing ten in the morning. “Shit.” He scrubbed his face, then lifted partially up to shove several pillows behind him. “I didn't mean to sleep so late.” Last he'd checked, it'd been around four. He'd held out as long as possible after a twelve-hour workday.

  What an unforgettable night they'd shared.

  "Breakfast just arrived.” She got up and placed a tray on the bed near them both. “I ordered a little of everything."

  "Looks good.” He pushed up higher and selected a slice of cantaloupe. “Open up.” He offered her the fruit.

  She savored a bite before taking another. “Hmm, now I could get used to this.” She offered him a bite of scrambled eggs.

  Under her watchful eye, he took it. “Me too.” Lindsey in his bed every morning ... Yeah, that was something he could get used to, something he wanted a shot at. What a crazy ass relationship they'd had. Hours every night on Instant Messenger. And a lot of great cybersex. But last night had been more than he'd imagined and this morning ... Yeah, he wanted a shot at every morning with Lindsey.

  For weeks now, he'd imagined what this time together might bring. He had hoped this weekend would offere them a chance for that future.

  This time he held out a strawberry for her. He couldn't pull his gaze from her red mouth. The coloring of her lips matched the strawberry. He'd never noticed such a detail on a woman before.

  For a few minutes they took turns feeding one another bites. “Any definite plans for the day?"

  "Just spending it with you.” He licked her fingers clean.

  "Oh, well, that's a great plan.” She smiled. “Though I won two passes to the Stratosphere yesterday at the dinner party. If you like thrills, we could check out one of the rides.” No way to mistake the excitement in her green gaze.

  His career came with enough thrills for him. Law enforcement. Humanitarian. Medic. All in a day's work. Yet, he'd agree to what she wanted. “I'm up for a ride or two."

  "You sure?” Wrapping her arms around her knees, she frowned.

  "Yes, ma'am. I don't ever lie.” Scooping up some egg on a fork, he encouraged her to eat. “I prefer a lazy day of fishing, but for you, I'll throw my ass off the side of a building.” At least, strapped into an amusement ride.

  "Hmm ... I've always wanted to go fishing. Spend time outdoors.” She sighed and picked up a slice of bagel.

  "Are you shitting me?” Curious, he watched her reaction.

  "Nope.” She smiled. “I don't ever lie. I've always wanted to try to catch a fish."

  He grunted at the use of his own words.

  "So you fish as a hobby? What else takes up your free time?"

  "On my days off I like to fish. Crappie, wa
lleye, bass, catfish, some trout. I like to do some camping.” He shrugged a shoulder. “I like to watch the Diamondbacks play or interact online after work."

  "Diamondbacks are?” She arched an eyebrow before taking another mouthful.

  "Arizona's pro baseball team. But I'll settle for college baseball. I get over to Tucson for a Wildcat game when I can. What about you?” His desire to know everything about her couldn't be denied. If it came down to it, would they suit?

  "Well.” A flush stained her cheeks. “I read a lot. I explore the places I want to go through books. I'd like to see the Grand Canyon."

  Abram lowered his lashes. Jesus, he wanted to know all those places she wanted to see. He wanted to be the man to show her the world she wanted to experience. Wanted to be there when she lived her every dream, her every fantasy. “You'd probably like McFarland and Tombstone."

  "I'd love to visit them.” She shifted to pick up the bottle of syrup. She drizzled a drop of the sticky stuff on the tip of her index finger. “Try this.” She urged him to take the treat.

  Lust heated his blood. Stiffened his semierection more. On a moan, he sucked on her finger to clean it. Under his regard, her gaze darkened.

  "Too warm?"

  "No.” He swallowed hard.

  "You sure?"

  "Yeah.” His balls tingled as she got up on her knees.

  "Good.” She pulled the sheet down that covered his hard dick and poured the warm syrup over the rigid muscle.

  His hips arched while his mind hummed on an intense burst of need. “Lindsey..."

  "How about a little incentive to join me on Stratosphere's outlook deck? I make yearly pilgrimages to Six Flags and Kings Island.” Slowly, she made sure his dick was completely covered. “I love amusement parks."

  Oh, Jesus.

  Abram shuddered at the feel of the sticky substance on the most sensitive part of his body.

  A few seconds were used to pull her hair up with a band she'd had on her wrist. She braced herself and dipped her head. Teasingly, she set about cleaning every drop from every inch of his dick.

  As if she had all day, she kept her strokes slow and easy.