Lightning cracked, followed quickly by a boom of thunder.
“This storm is something. I’m amazed it hasn’t started raining yet.” Though a storm brewed on screen, Beth typed her reaction to what was going on outside her window. Who am I kidding? It’s making me nervous as hell. “I feel like my whole body is tingling.”
“You’ve got that right about the storm.” He sniffed her hair. Fingered a lock of it. “And you’re something, too.”
Suppressing a moan of pleasure at what she imagined his touch to feel like, she made Bella nod.
A loud, metallic creaking sound above them drew her attention away from him. He glanced up at the same time she did.
“Looks like the sign is hanging by only one thick wire.”
She bobbed her head in agreement. A shiny, gold N dangled right above where they stood. “Perhaps we should step a—”
Before she could finish her statement, the capital letter jerked and another round of lightning and thunder cracked and boomed. Everything around her sizzled and seemed chaotic. Colors intensified along with every sound and smell. Her senses apparently had gone into overdrive. A brief dizzy spell made her head swim.
Godric shouted something about the sign coming down and watching out, but she felt glued to the spot and couldn’t bring herself to move.
Suddenly, Godric came flying through the air at her. From the force of his impact, she slammed into the ground. Breath whooshed from her body. The last thought she remembered having was that it wasn’t fair she couldn’t even enjoy having Godric on top of her.
Then, for the second time that night, her world went black.
Chapter Three
Men’s shouts and women’s screams slowly filtered into her muddled mind. Something hard pressed into her back. She opened one eye, then the other. A gray canopy with millions of LED modules stretched overhead. No, it can’t be. Beth squeezed her eyes shut, cautiously stretched out her arms and felt cool, concrete ground beneath her fingers. She cricked her head, peered out one half-open eye. Godric sprawled on the ground beside her, moaning.
No, no, no. I’m not here in this weird version of my home city. I’m gonna open my eyes and be back in my apartment.
She proceeded to blink several times, hoping she’d find herself on the carpet of her living room, but she remained on the ground of The Experience. Godric lay next to her. The pale green, white and yellow lights of one of the casinos cast a sickly glow on him. Bystanders circled them.
Oh, no, Toto. Looks like we’re not in my apartment anymore. I’m in the game. How the hell did I get in the game? Her stomach dropped and churned at the thought she’d been transported to such a dismal and dangerous world. A chill trickled down her spine. Supernatural stuff like this only happened in the movies. Nothing weird ever happened to her. She lived a pretty plain and boring life.
Bella-Beth rolled to her side, grasped Godric’s arm and shook him. His golden locks fell across his face.
“Godric? Godric, please, wake up.” Her voice came out small, weak. She compressed his arm. He felt so solid, so real. How could that be? He was a character, made up of bits and bytes and binary code, not human cells and blood. But still. He was the only one she knew in this strange world. It was one thing to want him so he could scratch her itch, but now she needed him around to help her keep her sanity. “Come on, Godric, tell me you’re okay.”
Bella-Beth sensed the crowd pushing in on them. With a quick turn of her head, she bared her fangs at the group. Lightning added a blue-silver backdrop to them, and thunder accentuated her following words. “Back off and go about your business.” The husky purr of her voice had disappeared, replaced with a deep, growling bark.
The characters jumped back as if they were scared of her. One guy mentioned how she had eight fangs, was a higher level and needn’t be trifled with. They all dispersed, and returned to their original huddles.
Good. The last thing she needed was trouble from them. She refocused on the man on the ground, shaking him one more time. To her relief, he roused.
Godric groaned and sat up, holding his head. “What the hell happened?”
She opened her mouth, about ready to tell him that lightning had struck both in and out of 3D and she’d gotten sucked into the game, but then thought better of it. What if nothing had happened to him? What if he were still a character run by a player who was…who knows where? He’d think her crazy or that she was a geek and really into role playing. Neither possibility was an appealing trait. So she went with the basics. “Um, you saved me from a sign hitting my head.”
“Huh. Could have sworn there was more to it.” He rose and offered a hand to help her up. She accepted and wobbled when she stood. Godric wrapped an arm around her. “Steady there, Bella.”
His concerned gaze and soft words shot lustful arrows through her heart. On the one hand, fear that something supernatural had taken over her life had her nerves on edge. On the other, she almost couldn’t believe that her wish had come true—Godric in the flesh, touching her. “Well, there was some lightning, thunder and strange vibrations in the air. Maybe that’s what you’re remembering?”
“Yeah, that sounds about right.” His hand caressed her side, smooth, slow strokes that had her heart racing. “And I also seem to remember you were happy to find me. That you wanted to pick up where we left off the last time we were together.” Godric nibbled on her earlobe.
Her knees bobbled, and she thanked God he had a hold of her. “You’d be right.”
“Well, then…”
When his words trailed off, she followed the line of his gaze. “Seems that some of the players here are looking for trouble.”
“Yes,” he whispered close to her ear. “It’s probably best if we leave and find more suitable accommodations. Let them fight amongst themselves if that’s what they want to do tonight, don’t you think?”
“I agree.” She kept her sight on two of the bigger men, dressed in all black with swords strapped to their sides, who appeared to be nearing them with each passing second. Their dark eyes held malice. She wasn’t sure if their hatred was for Godric and his clan or her and her clan, but either way, she didn’t like the looks of them.
Godric squeezed her waist and took a step in the opposite direction of the men, bringing her with him. “I know of a nice, cozy, private place we can go to.”
A ball of heat burst low in her gut at the thought of being alone with him and what they could do together. Warm pleasure and need radiated down to her pussy, cupped it like a lover’s touch. “Lead the way.”
He released her, took her hand and threaded his fingers with hers, then with a smile, started them on a slow jog out of Downtown.
Several blocks later and down a street in what was once considered the historic district, they stopped at a huge wrought-iron gate at the end of a long driveway. She caught sight of a large white house behind a line of palm trees.
“You have a mansion?” For a while there she’d forgotten he was the focus of her quest. He could be the warlock she sought. Warlocks, according to the game developers, were supposed to be the most powerful characters when it came to acquiring items. One would need a lot of power to acquire a piece of property like this. That bit of knowledge didn’t sit well with her.
“Sure do. Won it in a contest off another player. Sweet, eh?”
Thank God he didn’t say he conjured it. “Yeah, nice.”
Godric punched a code into a keypad in a box on a pole next to the gate. She caught the number sequence, and due to her quirky way with numbers, it quickly filed away in her memory.
Hinges creaked as the barrier opened. He led her through, and the structure squeaked again behind them as they strolled up the gravel drive. The imposing building, with thick white columns flanking the front entrance and a porch spanning the width of the house, appeared from behind the palms. Greek revival or southern plantation home. Either way the house seemed out of place in the desert city where most of the cookie-cutter houses
were covered in stucco.
“Come. We’re going around to the back.”
She continued to follow him along a slate path. An old and forgotten flowerbed lay next to the house. Smaller shade trees dotting the landscape surrounding the mansion looked like they hadn’t been tended in ages. Godric stepped up three stone stairs to a screen door, opened it and then a Dutch door, and they entered a mudroom, then a gourmet kitchen, with all stainless steel appliances, white counters and black marble countertops she would have killed for in real life.
“Incredible.” She couldn’t keep the awe out of her voice. The room was clean, sleek and shiny. Huge, too. It put her tiny kitchen in her apartment to shame.
“Why’s that?” Godric removed and tossed his trench coat over the back of a chair.
“The detail of this place. Programmers haven’t debugged the quest issues, but they had no problems making sure the decorative detail of the molding’s in place.”
“Uh, the detail’s not from the programmers. I did it. Once I got this place, I tweaked some things. Don’t tell anyone, okay?” He unhooked his scabbard and sword from his belt, then took off the accessory.
As he moved, the flaps of his shirt opened, giving her a better glimpse of his well-toned chest and the thin trail of hair on his abdomen leading to private parts she wanted to explore. Godric turned and placed the items on top of the coat.
She took the opportunity to check out his cute ass in his tight jeans. There was no way she’d ever snitch and cause her beautiful man trouble. “I won’t. As long as you teach me a thing or two.” When he faced her again, she winked. “So, how’d you get into hacking?”
“I’m not a true hacker. I’m in graphic design. I just like to dabble in code and do some programming now and then.”
“Looks like we have something in common. I’m in graphic design, too.”
“Nice.” Godric reached for one of the last two secured buttons on his shirt and unfastened it, then the other. “But I don’t think you tracked me down to talk to me about what we do in real life.” In a flash, his shirt was off, revealing his torso and muscular arms in all their glory.
A lump formed in her throat. It was one thing to think and dream about being with him. It was another to finally face the moment. She swallowed hard. “You’re right.”
He moved toward her. “Then tell me,” he said in a low, sexy drawl, “why did you want to find me?”
Chapter Four
Here was her chance to have him where she’d wanted, so why was she hesitating? If she were herself, back in her apartment, with a guy standing half-naked in front of her, then maybe she’d understand her reluctance. But she was Bella, a confident, sassy warrior. She needed to act as such.
His stunning blue-eyed gaze continued to transfix her. The corner of his all too kissable lips curled into a sexy half smile. Godric seemed to have the patience of a saint, breathing slow and even, muscles relaxed, facial expression unchanging. Gratitude for his serenity filled her. His calm demeanor put her at ease, gave her a moment to gather her resolve and decide how to proceed.
She closed the small distance between them. Sizzling, sexual energy passed between their bodies. Though slight, the rise and fall of his chest picked up its cadence. The blacks of his pupils dilated. So he is affected by me. Her blood went hot and thick, carried heavy beats of desire.
“I wanted to find you for this.” She reached out, wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, grasped the base of his head, then crushed her mouth to his.
Godric reciprocated the kiss, his lips wandering over hers, sucking, teasing, licking. He pulled back and gazed at her with what appeared to be a desperate longing. She smiled, stroked her palm over his chest, noting the hard nub of his breast pressing upon her skin. Her insides heated to a feverish pitch. Never in her life had she felt such desire, such absolute need. It was as if she’d gone into sexual overdrive, and words that had never passed her lips before tumbled from her mouth. “This might sound crass, but I want to fuck you. I want to feel you in my mouth, in my pussy.”
Godric cocked his head with a devilish grin, stepped back. “Sure thing, sweetie.” He shucked his jeans and boots, kicked them to the side. His hardened cock, freed from its confines, wavered in the air. He slid his hand over it, laid the length on his palm, presenting it to her. “Here it is. You can have me anyway you want me. But first I suggest you get naked, too.” He glanced down at himself then back at her. “It’d only be fair.”
The hormones and lust whizzing through her destroyed any sense of modesty she would have had otherwise. Before she could think twice, she removed her leather outfit and dropped to her knees in front of him.
Licking her lips, she trailed her fingertips along his legs up to his bulging cock, took his shaft from him and kissed the tip of it.
“Don’t tease, Bella.” His words sounded on heavy breath. “Take my cock in your mouth and suck on it.”
“Do you always talk dirty during sex?” Glancing up at him, she raised an eyebrow, ran her fingernails along his length.
He sucked in a stream of air. “Not usually. Cyber sex just seems to call for it, you know?”
Bella-Beth shrugged a shoulder. “Makes sense to me. Probably why I have a dirty mouth right now, too.” She stroked his shaft, tightening her grip ever so slightly as she moved along it. “So you want me to suck you, huh?”
“Yes, please.”
She leaned forward, placed her mouth around the head of his phallus, rimmed the underside with the tip of her tongue, then completely took in his silky cock.
“That’s it,” he stated shakily.
With her fingers, she made an O around the base. She pulled off, licked his cock as if enjoying an ice pop, then blew a wisp of air along it. He groaned, and pleased that he liked her technique, she lapped his cock with her tongue and placed it back in her mouth. His hands molded around her head, fingers threaded into her hair. He pushed her face closer to him. She moved up and down his length as well as she could, sucking and stroking the cock with her tongue, rubbing her hands up the backs of his thighs to his ass. Grabbing and massaging his butt cheeks, she parted them, found the puckered hole of his anus and rimmed it with her fingertip.
“Go ahead, stick it in.”
Eager to fulfill his request but wanting to be careful since he wasn’t lubed, she only poked her finger into his ass a little. Then again, for all intents and purposes, they were cartoon characters in a computer game. Was lube really needed? She inserted her digit further. Godric tensed under her touch. She mimicked the motion of her fellatio with her finger: as her mouth slid up and down, her finger stroked in and out.
His breath rasped. He squirmed a bit, tensed again. The fingers in her hair untangled themselves. “Stop, Bella.”
She released him and sat back on her heels. Her gaze roamed up and down his naked form. He seemed too excited, too sweaty…too human. Was it possible he’d been morphed into the game as well? Did it matter at the moment? No, she decided. But what did matter was if he wasn’t happy. “Didn’t you like what I was doing?”
He grasped her shoulders and pulled her up. “I liked it more than you know.” His hands roamed up and down her arms, over her breasts and down her torso, before clutching her hips.
The actions sent tingles rampaging through her body. Godric yanked her toward him. She molded against him, her curves fitting with precision into his.
“In fact, let me show you how much I enjoyed it.” He planted his mouth on hers while directing them to the island counter then lifted her up on to it.
Another wave of hungry desire spiraled through her as he groped her ass. His tongue met hers, thrust for thrust. Weaving her fingers in his golden locks, she held on to him, not able to get close enough, not able to get enough of him period. A spark of hope that he was in the game, too, kindled into a small fire in her heart. Wouldn’t that be something if he were real?
Their hot bodies pressed together. She loved the feel of him, all soft skin
and hard muscle. She drank in his strength, his heat, and put the moment to memory.
Godric sought and cupped her breasts. His thumbs brushed over the hard buds of her nipples, then he wound his hands to her back and held firm to her. Their mouths warred with a savage intensity. He ended the kiss, spread her legs and bent down.
Not sure if she, or he, would find enjoyment in this part of the experience, she tried to prevent him from going down on her by pushing on his shoulders, squeezing her legs together.
“Bella, stop. Let me.”
“I don’t know. This…” She circled her hand above his head and her crotch. “Has never worked out well for me.”
“Trust me. You’ll enjoy it. Will you let me?”
She nodded, and he positioned her legs on his shoulders and placed his face near her pussy. His hot breath on her nether lips made her head swim. When he tongued her clit, bolts of excitement shot up her torso. Thorough in his act of cunnilingus, he kissed, licked, teased her pussy while his hands caressed and massaged her hips and thighs.
None of her exes had ever been so adept at bringing her pleasure in this manner. She grasped Godric’s head, snaked her fingers through his hair again. Her canal clenched around his tongue. He increased the pressure and pace, fucking her pussy with his tongue, moving it in and out of her vagina, taking turns to lave her labia and lick her clit. She moaned and writhed, asked to be let go, but he continued. Her body tensed. She couldn’t help the long groan escaping her. The fiery, electric pleasure racing through her was like nothing she’d ever felt before.
“Oh, God, Godric,” she cried out. If he wasn’t in the game with her, for a guy doing things to her through a computer character, he excelled, and it sure beat getting herself off on her own. Her body seized and released again, quivered. “Holy cow,” she stated in between her breathy pants.
Once her trembles ceased, he kissed his way back up her body, circling her nipples with his tongue for a few moments each, ending with a soft peck to her nose.
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