Indecent Games Duet - Boxed Set

by Clarissa Wild

  I don’t know if she’s ready for me … but I can’t return to where we were before.

  Her eyes are skidding across the room, and then they zoom in on me. Her lips part but no sound comes out … yet.

  I place a finger on my lips and shush her softly, a devious smile lingering. I whisper seductively, “Don’t make a sound. We don’t want the neighbors to hear.”

  I prowl closer, approaching the foot of her bed without taking my eyes off her. I feel like an animal, raging with hormones that beg me to fuck her. But I have to take it slowly, so I don’t scare her.

  But as my knees touch her toes, she pulls them back, drawing the blanket back too. I can see her sucking in a breath when I lean over and place my hands on the bed.

  She watches my every move as I hover over her legs, my mouth salivating from the mere anticipation of tasting her. Her bare feet are in front of me, and I bend over to kiss the top, my fingers softly sliding up her leg. Her skin erupts into goose bumps.

  I bite my lip and kiss her ankle, gazing up at her to see if she’s still looking. I want her to see everything I do… everything she makes me do.

  Just as I watched her, I want her to be a spectator now.

  I place another kiss up higher; my fingers inch up her legs, slowly creeping underneath her blanket and pushing it up as I go. The closer I get, the more her muscles tighten, and it makes me so damn hard.

  I suck in a breath as my cock slides along her bed while I kiss her knee. Tonight is not about me, though; it’s about her. Tonight, I’ll show her how gentle I can be … how much I could give her if she allows me to be by her side.

  Tonight, I’ll rein in the beast and control my temper, so she’ll learn to trust me.

  Every time I kiss her, she freezes and relaxes, and for some reason, it almost feels and looks like it’s automatic … like a heartbeat pumping blood into her veins each time my lips touch her skin.

  Still … she doesn’t move.

  She doesn’t fight back … doesn’t push me away …

  And I see it as an invitation to continue.

  The blanket is crumpled up to her thighs now, and she’s clutching it close to her chest as if she’s too afraid to let go. It’s completely understandable, considering I’m a stalker creeping into her home. But there’s no reason to be … I’ll teach her not to be afraid to fly.

  My fingers slide up her thighs, and she sucks her bottom lip as I reach her panties with my mouth. Looking up at her from underneath my eyelashes, I take the fabric between my teeth and slowly pull it down.

  She shudders as my hands slide down along her body while I tug her panties down. My eyes devour her shaven pussy … and soon, my mouth will too.

  When I reach her feet, I pull them off and lower myself on top of her, crawling closer again. She licks her lips and swallows at the sight of me nearing her thighs, and a hampered breath escapes her mouth.

  I smile at the thought of how aroused she must be … and how long she’s been waiting for someone to love her the way she should’ve been loved all along.

  With my hands, I gently part her legs and bury my head between, letting my tongue dip out to lick her deliciously wet pussy. Her clit is already engorged, and when I softly lick it, she tenses up.

  “Relax,” I whisper, pressing a kiss against her skin. “I won’t hurt you.”

  She’s still clutching the blanket as I start licking her pussy, my tongue greedy for her taste. God, I’ve been waiting forever to finally be able to take her in my mouth and suck her dry. And she tastes like heaven … so fucking good that my cock pulses in my pants. I harden from just her taste, and I rub myself against her bed as I lick her.

  After a while, she releases her pent-up anxiety, and the blanket slips through her fingers. Her eyes slowly close, and she grabs the pillow under her head, her fingers digging in from excitement. I speed up my pace, swiveling around her clit until her breathing sounds heady and intense. Then I insert a finger into her pussy, and her eyes spring open from surprise.

  I don’t stop.

  I circle around and add another finger, still lapping her up as I go.

  Her eyes beg me for a release.

  So I grant it to her.

  “Come,” I murmur under my breath, flicking my tongue all over her clit.

  She sucks in a few short breaths, her eyes still focused on mine. Her pussy thumps against my tongue and squeezes my fingers, coating them in her sweet wetness. She falls apart, convulsing underneath me, and I take out my fingers and suck them off.

  “Delicious,” I murmur.

  I lean up and push her legs farther apart, zipping down my pants.

  “What are you—?”

  I place my finger on her lips. “Shh.”

  Our gazes lock for a few seconds, neither of us saying a word.

  Talking is not my forte.

  Fucking is.

  My finger lingers on her lips. With gentle encouragement, she parts them, and I slide it into her mouth and whisper, “Suck.”

  Her mouth forms an O, and she sucks her juices off my finger. And fuck me; I can already imagine her sucking my dick until I come. I want to—so fucking badly—but for now, I’ll go easy on her.

  “See how good?” I murmur, smiling when she nods.

  I take my finger from her mouth and hook them under my shirt, pulling it over my head. Her eyes are glued to my body, and she licks her lips at the sight of my abs. I flex a little bit to see her eyes widen, making me grin.

  I position myself between her legs, taking my cock from my boxer shorts. Her eyes hone in on it as if she found something she likes … and I totally understand, considering the length of my dick.

  I grab her hand and hold it near her mouth. “Spit.”

  She does what I want, without even asking why, and I wonder if she likes it that way. Being told what to do … when to do it … exactly the way I like it.

  I bring her hand to my cock and slowly massage myself with it, letting go after a few seconds. She continues, and I lean back against my heels and close my eyes, enjoying the feel of her beautiful hands on my naked skin. God, it’s been such a fucking long time since someone last touched me like this … It makes me want to come all over her.

  She jerks me off in just the right way, applying pressure at the tip, exactly where it makes me moan out loud.

  I have to take her hand off my bouncing dick before I shoot my load. I don’t want to come … yet.

  She’s still lying down like a pretty doll while I hover above her on my knees. I hold her hand right above my V-line, and I put the tip of my cock against her entrance, slowly pushing in while she holds me. I want her to indicate if I’m going too far … if I’m going too fast … but she doesn’t stop me. Not even when I’m fully inside her.

  My veins pulse with greed, and I pull out and thrust back in again, covering it with her sweet wetness. God, it feels so fucking good that I almost can’t constrain myself.

  Pushing her knees up, I increase my pace, fucking her while she remains silent, her hand still touching my body. I prefer it this way … no talking … just sex. This is how I tell her how much I want her. How far I’d go for her. How good I could be to her.

  Talking only complicates things … and our situation is already complicated enough.

  I bite my lip while thrusting into her, and I slide aside the blanket to look at her perky tits hiding behind the bralette. With a single tug, I manage to pull it away, uncovering her nipples. As I tug on them, she closes her eyes, soft moans escaping her lips.

  It turns me on so much that I grunt and latch onto her knees to fuck her harder, and soon, the entire bed begins to creak. I pound into her, giving her everything I have. Her nails dig into my skin, and her muscles tighten again, so I rub her clit once more.

  I can feel her explode against my dick, sucking me in further, and it feels so damn good that I come.

  Growling, I release my seed inside her pussy, thrusting in multiple times to coat her entirely. I don’t
want any of it to drip out. I want it to stay inside her, so she remembers who gave her this delicious evening … so she remembers she’s mine and no one else’s.

  With a ragged breath and a spent cock, I finally feel sated, and from the looks of it, so is she. I take a few deep breaths as I pull my cock out and tuck it back into my pants. I grab her hand, bring it up to my mouth, and give her a kiss on the palm.

  Then I gently slide off her and zip myself up again.

  But when I turn around to make my way toward the window again, she murmurs, “Stay.”

  I glance over my shoulder and look into her doe-like eyes, which burn a hole into my heart.

  “Please,” she adds.

  I think it over for a few seconds, wondering if what I’m doing is really right.

  If I should stay to comfort her or if I should get out of here before someone catches me.

  Someone we both know will kill me if he finds me in her bedroom.

  But her face is so beautiful, and the more I look at it, the more I drown in her eyes. I can’t walk away after that. It doesn’t feel right.

  So I turn and march back toward her bed. She scoots over to make a place for me, and I slide beside her on top of the blanket. I don’t touch her … all I do is stare at her beauty. I can’t help myself. I’ve fallen so damn hard.

  She looks right back at me, and there we lie, in complete silence.

  Waiting until one of us falls asleep.

  Of course, it isn’t me.

  My heart is beating way too fast. Especially when she mumbles something incomprehensible and rests her head on my chest as if we’re a couple. As if that’s an actual possibility.

  I smile to myself and close my eyes as I hear her take in short breaths while she sleeps, enjoying the feeling of having her close to me while it lasts.

  13.

  Accompanying Song: “Violent Delights Have Violent Ends” by Ramin Djawadi

  Hyun

  The next day

  My eyes flutter open at the sound of a bird cawing outside. The window’s still open, and the sun shines brightly, making me squint. It’s such a pretty sight, yet when I notice the silence around me, the serene moment is completely broken.

  Turning around, I realize he’s gone.

  Did I dream everything?

  I force myself to remember everything that happened last night. From his entry to the way he slithered onto me to how he kissed me down below … to him being inside me.

  Oh god.

  It was so good.

  It’s been such a long time since someone made love to me that way.

  I could feel it in my bones, in every vein of my body … the ecstasy.

  Yet he’s gone.

  Disappeared like a mere sigh left by the wind.

  I sit up straight and touch the blanket he rested on. I bring it to my nose and smell. He was definitely here. I can still smell the musky scent of his aftershave, and it makes me feel giddy inside.

  So I didn’t dream it after all.

  I feel so stupid for even thinking all of this. Getting all excited when he just up and left.

  I stretch out and yawn, but when I turn around to get out of bed, I notice a piece of paper lying on my table. With furrowed brows, I pick it up and unfold it. My stomach flutters. It’s another typed out message from him.

  I’m sorry for leaving so abruptly. We can’t be seen together if you want to survive.

  I know there’s still another man.

  It’s why I can’t have you for myself … and I hate it.

  But I want you to keep all the notes I send you. It’s my way of staying in your life even if you don’t want me there … even if I’m not supposed to be there.

  So keep them safe.

  Maybe it’ll make a nice story for a book one day.

  I suck in a breath and hold the note close to my chest, wishing I had more of him than this silly little piece of paper. I wonder why he chooses only to pen things down instead of talking to me. Maybe he isn’t comfortable talking about this … thing we’re doing, whatever it is. And for some reason, I want to reply.

  So I open the drawer and take out a pen and a notebook. Tearing out a piece of paper, I start writing.

  I wish you’d stayed. Is that such a bad thing to want? Even when it’s wrong?

  I don’t care anymore.

  If this is how you want to communicate, then so be it.

  Do you want me to write back? Is this how you like it?

  I don’t care if it’s weird … I’ll do it if it means you’ll come back.

  I just wonder why you like to write so much … is it a hobby or a job?

  Can’t wait to read your answer.

  I put the pen down and grab some tape, biting a piece off so I can stick my note to the window. I don’t care if it’s in full view of everyone else. No one except him comes there anyway, and I know he’ll be back to watch me. It’s only a matter of time.

  I put everything away and quickly put on a pair of sweatpants and a casual white shirt so I can have my morning cup of coffee and walk out to grab my newspaper.

  But a sudden ringing phone makes me jolt up in shock. I run to the living room and pick it up.

  There’s nothing but silence.

  “Hello?”

  No response.

  “Who is this?” I ask, sweat prickling the back of my neck.

  A thud and beeping follow.

  I pull the phone away from my ear and stare at it for a few seconds.

  What the heck?

  Frowning, I put it down, grab my laptop, and sit behind my desk. I open a browser and immediately type in the number shown on the caller screen.

  The number that appears makes my stomach roil.

  It belongs to Greg.

  Why did he call?

  And why didn’t he say anything?

  Is he checking up on me? Or is he genuinely stalking me too?

  An eerie shiver runs up and down my spine.

  I feel on edge.

  A loud banging on the front door makes me squeal.

  “Hyun? Open the goddamn door!”

  My heart practically pounds out of my chest.

  It’s him. Greg.

  He’s here.

  How does he know where I live? I never gave him my address.

  Oh god, what do I do?

  “I know you’re in there!” He rams the door so hard it almost unhinges.

  “I know you’re sleeping with someone,” he scoffs.

  At that moment, it feels like my heart stopped.

  How does he know? He couldn’t have seen? Unless … Drake is working with him.

  “You fucking whore! You think you can fuck around without me noticing?” he screams, still jerking the door handle.

  I quickly rush to grab my gun and point it at the door, my hands shaking.

  “LET. ME. IN!” His voice booms so hard, it feels like it goes straight through my chest.

  I can’t breathe … I can’t breathe …

  He’s here … he can’t be here …

  I have to get away from him.

  So I do the only thing I know how. I turn around, go to the back door, drop my gun and run.

  ***

  3 months before

  I place the bowl of lettuce and peas on the table as quietly as I possibly can, trying not to disturb the conversation Greg and his friend Mr. Reed are having. He and his wife are visiting for a business talk and to meet me. Greg was all too happy to show off my butt to Mr. Reed, slapping me in his presence to humiliate me.

  I’ve grown accustomed to it.

  My husband laughs and drinks wine while I get to pretend-play the housewife and perfect cook.

  However, a chair standing in a place I’m not used to makes me stumble, and I drop a plate filled with potatoes on the floor.

  “Fuck!” Greg yells as I shoot down to the floor to pick up the broken pieces of plate.

  “Look at what you did!” he screams.

  “I’m sorry,”
I say, looking up at his angry face. I hate apologizing. I hate that he does this to me, but words help me not get hurt … and I will use them to save myself if I must.

  “Sorry doesn’t unbreak the plate. Sorry doesn’t give us the potatoes back!” He kicks one away, exactly the one I was about to pick up.

  Suddenly, he grabs my wrist, pulling me up … and it hurts.

  “Ow …”

  “You think this is a game?” he spits in my face.

  “No …” I hiss. “You’re hurting me.”

  “Greg,” Reed says, distracting him momentarily. “It’s only potatoes. I don’t like them anyway. Let’s just let her clean it up and enjoy our dinner.”

  Greg snorts and grimaces at me. “I’ll be lenient—this time. You’d better be grateful.”

  When he releases me, my blood rushes to my wrist, and I feel the mark he left searing into my skin.

  I quickly grab the potatoes that are still on the floor, rush to the kitchen, and dump them in the trash. Before I go back inside, I wipe away the single tear running down my cheek and grab a glass of water, chugging it down in one go. Then I straighten my dress and go back inside.

  Everyone looks at me, but I ignore them, and soon, they return to their normal chatter.

  When I sit down to eat our meal together, they all raise their glasses and toast to the good food and to a great evening. Greg skips my glass, but I don’t care.

  I sit in silence and watch them talk, smiling whenever Greg mentions how much he likes my body to try to keep up the appearance that I’m okay with everything he does and says.

  Of course, I’m not okay.

  The constant bombardment of attacks and swear words get to me. Words like whore, bitch, useless brat, pig, slant-eyed, monkey … you name it, and he’s said it straight to my face. And worst of all … the more he uses them, the more I’m starting to believe them too.