by Lex Martin
So, this is how she wants to play it...game on, princess.
However, before my trance is broken, she’s managed to blow me up and begins giggling about how her plan to distract me is working. Before she can humiliate me again, I take matters into my hands and lower myself to the floor behind her, locking my knees around her thighs.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asks, looking over her shoulder.
“You didn’t really think your evil little plan was going to work, did you?”
“I don’t know. You tell me.” She wiggles her ass against my thigh, which doesn’t help ease the pulsating in my cock.
She’s wearing shorts, which gives me an advantage, so I slide my palm up her shorts and cup her ass cheek over her cotton panties. She squeals, and I squeeze it again.
“That’s cheating!” She tries pushing my hand away, but I barely flinch at her movements. “No touching allowed!”
“I didn’t agree to that, princess.” I press the pad of my thumb against her pussy and circle the fabric of her panties. “You wanted to play, remember?”
A loud boom echoes from the screen, but I’m no longer interested in the war that’s going on. I plan on engaging in a different game.
“Well, I’m not going to play by myself, so pick up your damn controller!” she demands, and I smile at her bossy side.
“I can play one-handed.” I smirk even though she can’t see me. I give in and shoot a few rounds, pretending to give a shit about the game in front of us when I’d much rather play with what’s inside her shorts instead.
“Stop it!” She swats at my hand, laughing as she tries to keep her eyes on the TV. “If I’m going to kick your ass, I want to do it fair and square.”
Tossing the controller back onto the sofa, I undo the top button of my jeans and then unzip just as fast. “When have you ever wanted to play fair and square?”
“What are you talking about? I always play fair.” Her tone does nothing to convince me, and I can see the corner of her lips tilts up when she glances back at me.
I slide a finger inside her panties and find her already wet and aroused. I know she wants it as badly as I do. The need to have her increases every time I see her, which isn’t something I’m used to. I never wanted more with a girl before, but Viola makes me want all the days and nights with her, and even then, it wouldn’t be enough.
“Travis…” she warns, but her body shivers against mine, giving her away.
Watching her, I can tell she’s distracted, and even more so, she likes the distractions. Her fingers are no longer moving along the controller, and her neck has gone weak, falling between her shoulders as I slide my finger inside her.
I can hear her arousal as I slide in and out, building her up until she’s almost lost all control. Just before she clamps her pussy around my fingers, I grab my controller off the couch and fire right at her. The echoing of the gunshots whips her head back up as the screen fills with blood. She’s dead.
“You asshole!” she screeches, picking the controller back up. “You totally did that on purpose.” She looks over her shoulder and pinches her eyes tight.
I suck on my fingers that taste of her and smile. “And you fell for it, princess.”
“All right, so it’s going to be like that.” She turns around, still on her knees. I watch as she drops her hands to my jeans that are already undone. “Looks like you were getting ready for me.”
“I’m always ready for you.” I flash a sly grin and place my hands on my hips.
“This is what happens when you tell a sex addict to rest and not have any physical activity for six weeks.” She rolls her eyes at me as she palms my cock through my shorts.
“You get rebellious behavior?”
“Something like that.” She laughs.
She slides her hand inside my shorts and begins to stroke my cock. Her eyes stay focused on mine as she rubs the length of my shaft with one hand and circles her palm around the tip. She’s working me into a frenzy, and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back. I want to flip her over, pull her hips up until her perky ass is in the air, and fuck her until we’re both stinging with carpet burn.
I lean down and cup her face, pulling her lips to mine as she continues stroking me. My other hand pulls down her camisole and bra until her breast is in my palm. She moans in my mouth, and I squeeze her breast, wanting every item of clothing between us gone.
She fidgets with the button of her jean shorts until she’s able to unzip and pull them down to her knees. My hand slides down her back and cups her ass cheek, pulling her flesh against mine. She rubs the length of my cock between her legs, against the panties that are becoming an annoyance. I need them gone.
My mouth lands on her neck, and I suck just under her ear, feathering kisses all the way down to her collarbone. She hums in response, and I can feel her body heating up.
She wraps a hand around my neck and pulls me down until her lips are pressed to my ear. “I’ve imagined you fucking me on this couch for years.” Her words vibrate against the shell of my ear, and I’m about two seconds away from exploding in her hand.
“Goddammit, you can’t say shit like that,” I hiss, fighting every urge to bend her ass over the couch like she’s begging for. I want more than anything to bury myself inside her, but I know she’s still playing some twisted mind game with me.
“And why’s that?” She looks up at me, her lips in a pout. “You don’t want me anymore?”
“Don’t be fucking crazy now,” I say, knowing her angle.
“Then what is it?” she asks as she pulls her camisole over her head and tosses it. My dick rises higher to attention as I watch her wrap her arms around her back and unclasp her bra.
I swallow, deciding that I don’t care what her angle is anymore; I fucking need her.
“Give me your controller,” I say, reaching around her, but she stops me.
“No way.” She blocks my hand again. “I’m not surrendering.”
I tilt my head at her with a knowing smirk. “So being a cock tease is your angle?”
“I work with my advantages.” She grins, pushing her chest out.
Narrowing my eyes at her, I try to think through my next move. I don’t give two shits about the damn video game, but I decide to play her little game. She wants to play hard to get; I’m the fucking champion at that sport.
Without giving her any indication beforehand, I grab her hips and flip her over before she has a chance to stop me. Her chest presses against the carpet, and I lay on top of her, keeping her under my control.
“Dammit, Travis!” She squirms, arching her hips off the ground, but I press my hard body into hers, and she barely budges. “You’re such a damn cheater.”
I place a kiss to her neck and smile. “You aren’t the only one who works with their advantages.”
“Muscles or not, I’m still going to kick your ass at this game.” She grabs her controller, and I grab mine. She’s not going to give up until the game is over.
I straddle her with my knees on each sides of her, carefully adjusting my weight so I don’t crush her, but just enough to make sure she doesn’t try any more tricks.
Unable to pay attention, she’s completely kicking my ass. Every time I aim fire at her, she sees me first and shoots. She’s giggling and wiggling her ass underneath me, tempting all the willpower I have left.
Knowing very well she’s going to beat me before the game is even over, I decide I’d much rather win at our other little game. I set my controller aside and slide my shorts all the way down. Her cotton panties are next. Her curvy ass is perfection, and I slap it once before sliding a finger back inside her.
She stays completely silent, not giving anything away. I can tell she’s trying to fight it, but in about ten seconds, she won’t be able to fight anything.
As hard as it is, she’s trying to focus on the video game, pretending she’s not affected by me at all, but it’s a lost cause. I’m about to make
her forget her name. I press the tip of my cock against her ass. She arches her hips just enough so I can spread her cheeks and slide inside her.
I hear her breath hitch as she slows her movements on the game controller. She arches her hips again, letting me sink even deeper. Her pussy clamps around me, and I waste no time forming a rhythm. She finally drops that damn controller, so I take full advantage, grabbing mine just in time to fire shots at her while she’s otherwise occupied.
With her cheek pressed against the carpet, she murmurs, “You dirty asshole.”
I smile and toss the controller, wrapping a hand around her throat and whispering in her ear, “What did I say about playing games with the king, princess?” I drag the tip of my tongue along her ear and down her neck. “I’m about to teach you a royal lesson.”
I forgot what it was like to be in a new relationship with the all-consuming, desperate to be near one another, sex 24/7 feeling.
In almost every romance novel I’ve read, the couple goes through a cycle of nonstop sex while waiting to get to know each other after the fact. I’m not opposed to the nonstop sex one bit, but I’ve known Travis for the last ten years. I already know him and trust him with every beat of my heart. I’ve had my doubts since this whole thing began, but every single day he proves me wrong, and I fall deeper and deeper.
And I never want that feeling to go away. Ever.
But what weighs on my mind is finally telling Drew about us, and what’s going to happen after graduation. I’m a worrier by nature, so it’s not easy to relax about things that bother me, but I get lost every time Travis and I are together. My mind blocks out the negative, and my body begs for his touch.
It never feels like enough.
Once my hands are blotchy and stinging from carpet burn, Travis and I lay tangled together on the floor. He kept me bent over, rocking back and forth inside me as I clenched my fingers underneath me. He wrapped an arm around my waist and rubbed my clit until I could no longer take it. His other hand grabbed my breast as I screamed out his name and he came inside me.
“I wonder if cum stains carpet.”
He chuckles. “I was just about to ask what you were thinking about, but maybe I don’t want to know.”
I playfully pat a hand over his flawless abs. “It’s a valid concern.”
“Oh, definitely.” I hear his condescending tone and know he thinks I’m being crazy.
“I’m going to google it,” I say, trying to sit up, but he pulls me back down.
“You are seriously the biggest nerd.” He wraps his arm around me again and kisses the top of my nose. “I’ll take care of it, okay? I think I have a little more experience in that area than you.”
I roll my eyes at him and sigh. “Fine.”
We lay in silence for a short moment until my stomach begins growling, and I realize I haven’t eaten since before class this morning.
“That’s it,” he says, pulling us both up. “You need fuel.”
“I can make something,” I offer, reaching for my bra and shirt. “I can make a grilled cheese and soup if you want.”
He grabs my hand and places a sweet kiss on it. “No. Not today, princess.”
“Oh?” I raise my brows. “Are you going to cook for me then?”
“Even better.” He places another quick kiss. “Today, I’m taking you out. Get dressed.”
“Wait,” I say, following his lead and standing up. “Like out, out?”
“Yeah. You’re my girl, and I want to take you out for lunch. You okay with that?” His lips curve into a devilish grin, knowing exactly what his words do to me.
I pinch my lips, fighting the urge to plaster a big, cheesy grin over my face. Travis doesn’t do dates—ever. Even in high school, his hookups never got the royal treatment that I know he’s kept exclusively for me.
“Okay.” I smile.
We both dress and clean ourselves up. My hair looks like it went through the dryer, and my makeup is smudged all the way down to my neck. I watch as Travis splashes water over his face and gargles with some mouthwash. We both stand in the bathroom, getting ready like we’re some old couple that’s been sharing a bathroom for fifty years. It’s nice. Comforting.
He winces as he pulls his shirt back on, and that’s when I notice the bruise on his chest is still dark.
“It looks pretty dark still,” I say, facing him so I can analyze it better.
“It doesn’t hurt, princess,” he answers as if he’s reading my mind. “Just a little sore when I raise my arms up, but other than that, it’s manageable.”
“Are you taking the pain meds?”
“Only at night, but I don’t plan on refilling them either. I have a follow-up appointment next week, and they’ll probably give me something that isn’t so strong if I need it.”
“You were lucky,” I say, rubbing a hand over the fabric of the shirt. “Probably it was all those bulky muscles that protected you from further internal injuries.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
I smile up at him. “It’s not. Just that they could crush me in a second, so I’m sure they acted like a little extra padding during the accident.”
“It’s possible. I’m sure if I were some scrawny runt, I would’ve snapped in half.”
“I know that feeling,” I deadpan, hiding a knowing smirk.
He leans down and kisses me softly. “Sorry about that.”
“I’m sure.” I smile again, and I feel like my cheeks are going to swell from all the damn smiling I’ve been doing this week. “All right, King. Feed your woman.”
“Lead the way, my lady,” he says, following me down the hall. Since Travis’ car was totaled, and he hasn’t bothered to rent one since he’s laid up, we have to take mine.
“Let me drive,” he says as we walk out to my car, holding his hand out.
I give him a look, pulling the keys back out of his reach. “I don’t know that I should trust you with Tatum.”
“Tatum? You named your car Tatum?”
I put my hands on my hips and narrow my eyes at him. “Yes, Channing Tatum. Do you have a problem with that?”
“Depends. Do you have a name for all your favorite things?” he asks as we continue walking.
I roll my eyes, knowing where he’s going with this. “Let me guess. You think all girls name their tits Mary-Kate and Ashley.”
“I was going to say shoes, but if you name your tits, we have to talk about this.”
I throw him my keys and walk to the passenger side. “Here you go, Justin Timberlake. Don’t crash it.” I flash a fake smile his way just to push his buttons even more.
As we drive to the restaurant, Travis’s phone rings, and I see Drew’s name flash across it before he picks it up. He turns the music down and answers it after the second ring.
“Hey, man. What’s up?”
They chat for a minute before he glances over and looks at me. I can’t tell what they’re talking about, but it gives me a funny feeling.
“Okay, sounds good. So the both of you would go then?” he asks, glancing over at me again, and this time, I furrow my brows in confusion. What the hell could he be talking about?
“Nah, I’ll be fine. Feeling good as new already.” They exchanged once again before he says goodbye and hangs up.
“Well?” I ask, anxious to know what Drew said.
“Apparently, you two are heading home this weekend.”
“What? Why?” This is news to me.
“Your mom called Drew and said she wanted the both of you to come tomorrow and stay the night.”
“What for?” I haven’t slept in the same house as my mother in almost four years. I love her, but we don’t have much in common anymore.
“I’m not really sure. He didn’t know specifics.” He looks over at me, concern written in his expression as he tries to read mine.
“Why don’t you ask Drew if you can tag along? Tell him you’ll be bored or something.” I really don’t want to go
without him.
“You just want me as your secret sex toy, don’t you?” He grins, and I want to smack that smile right off his cocky face.
“Now I remember why I hated you so much,” I tease. I check my phone for any messages from my mom or Drew, and there are none. Why the hell didn’t she call me? Why didn’t he?
“Hate is really the sister of love,” he retorts, flashing a mocking grin.
“Hate is also the cousin of murder,” I fire back. His head falls back with laughter as he shakes his head at me. “Good to know sex doesn’t filter your sense of humor.”
“No, just my tolerance for assholes.”
He presses a hand to his chest. “Ow. That one hurt.”
I roll my eyes and smile.
We finally arrive at a charming little café for lunch. I’m so hungry that I warn Travis I might order the entire menu. He grabs my hand as we walk inside, and for the first time, it feels like Travis and I are a real couple, outing ourselves to the world and going on a date. Although it’s just lunch, it’s a huge step for us.
Now all we have to do is tell the person closest to us both and hope he doesn’t want to kill us together.
After lunch and dropping Travis off at the house, I drive back to school and call Drew on my way. I need to know what the hell is going on or it’s going to eat at me the rest of the night.
“Hey, I was just going to call you,” he answers.
“Oh? What about?” He can’t know that Travis already told me, so I play dumb.
“Mom wants us to come this weekend and stay overnight. I told her we’d be there for lunch tomorrow, so pack a bag, and I’ll come pick you up around ten.”
“Don’t I get a choice?” I add. “Did she say what the hell for?”
“No, nothing specific. And no, if I have to suffer, so do you.”
I groan. Would it make me sound like a brat if I didn’t want to go? But I don’t want to disappoint my mom, so I reluctantly agree.
After hanging up, I head to class and immediately after, I head back to my dorm and pack an overnight bag. I make sure to bring a few extra books just in case and store them in my favorite Book Beau sleeves. I text Travis before crawling into bed and tell him how much I’ll miss him. I also make sure to remind him of the leftover Chinese food in the fridge that Drew brought home, so he doesn’t go hungry.
