Playing His Game (The Reynolds Brothers)

by Justine Elvira

  Wow. The thought of him touching himself is turning me on. Ten minutes ago I was ready to sleep, now I'm ready to get lucky.

  Me: Are you hard? Is your long, thick cock wanting inside my tight pussy?

  Scott: You have no idea.

  This is almost too easy.

  Me: My pussy wants your cock. I'm pushing two fingers inside my tight pussy, fingering myself and pretending it's you.

  That might have been too much, but it's true. I've slipped my hand between my legs and am waiting for what he'll text next. I'm quickly becoming an expert at texting with one hand as I masturbate with the other.

  Scott: Send me a picture.

  Me: No.

  Scott: Yes! Please send me a picture. I won't show anyone.

  Me: You have to earn a picture. Make me come...

  My fingers start to move frantically in and out of my core as the base of my palm rubs against my clit. It feels so good, but it's not enough.

  Scott: My dick is so hard... you feel so good. I want to go down on you. Suck your clit between my lips and taste you on my tongue. I’d get you so hot and ready to explode, and then I'd push you over the edge by pushing my fingers inside your tight pussy and rubbing them against your g-spot. You'd come so hard on my mouth and I'd lick it all up before pounding my dick inside you and fucking you all night. I can see your hard nipples, feel your large, round tits, as I fuck you and make you come again and again all over my dick.

  I read his text and his words push me over the edge. I come, riding my fingers and envisioning everything Scott just described. I've had phone sex before, but never sex over text.

  I like it.

  Instead of responding with a wordy text describing the details of what I'd do to him, I decide he's earned his pictures and I trust him enough to be discreet. Autumn and Jared would kill him if these got out.

  The first picture is a selfie from my breasts up. My right hand holds my phone out at a distance as I bring my other arm in to squeeze my tits together. I'm able to adjust myself and bring my left hand up so my thumb and pointer finger on my left hand are pinching one of my hard nipples. Once I’m satisfied with the way it looks on screen, I tilt my head back, close my eyes, and open my mouth slightly before snapping the picture.

  The picture looks fantastic, like I took it mid-climax. I take a quick picture of my bare southern region with my fingers playing with my clit and send both pictures his way.

  Scott: Please excuse me while I jack off and come all over your tits... I mean my phone.

  Me: Sweet Dreams ;)

  My exhaustion is back after having a fantastic self-induced orgasm. I may have scored the winning shot, but Scott gets MVP for the assist. My cell phone is tucked under my pillow and I'm about to drift back off to sleep when I hear it go off again. A big smile crosses my face and I'm wondering what dirty message he's texted me back.

  My fingers search under my pillow until they come in contact with my cell phone. Pulling it out, I click the button to read what Scott's sent me but I'm shocked. The text isn't from Scott. It's from my ex, Josh.

  Josh: Drunk, lonely, and missing you like always. Please give me another chance. I love you, Winnie.

  It's been over a year since we had our ugly break-up. I was completely devastated by his betrayal but I'm over it. Have been for a while now. Why the fuck is he texting me now?

  The pros and cons of starting a relationship with Scott are now a distant thought in my head as I try to figure out what game Josh is trying to play.

  Chapter Four

  A few weeks later

  One more day. I feel like a kid on the last day of school. Once I get through my shift at the club and get a good night sleep, I'll be on my way to California.

  Scott: I think I might buy her a surfboard. She can keep it at my place since she broke the last one she used here

  Me: That's practical. She'll love it.

  It wasn't a scheduled trip. Autumn doesn't do big birthday celebrations for herself, but when Scott mentioned the small get together Jared was throwing in her honor, I knew I had to be there.

  This has absolutely, positively nothing to do with wanting to see Scott, and everything to do with me missing my sister. She can't have a party without me. I need to be there.

  Scott: What did you get her?

  Me: Me coming should be enough.

  Scott: I like you coming.

  Scott and I haven't participated in anymore sexting, but we have been texting daily. I really like talking to him. He makes me smile and laugh, and helps me forget that I have no ambition and drive in this world. I seriously wonder sometimes why I save a majority of the money I make. I don't want to go to college, so what am I saving for?

  I'm twenty-one years old. Most of my friends are in their junior or senior years of college, or working a nine-to-five job in a decent profession. I even have some friends who are starting families.

  I have no idea what I want to do. Right now I'm content with working the jobs I have and getting laid on a regular basis. Ideally, I'd like to travel and lay on the beach somewhere. I think work is overrated. You can probably see now why I have no ambition.

  Me: As fun as that was the last time, there will be no more coming.

  Me: At least not with you.

  Scott: I hear what you're saying, but I don't agree. We could be good together.

  Me: That's the problem.

  Scott: Now I'm confused. Good sex is a problem?

  Me: It is when our siblings are in a serious relationship.

  Scott: You're no fun :(

  Me: Stop with the frowny faces.

  Scott: It doesn't make you feel bad for me? I'm hoping you feel bad enough that when you see me you'll fall into my bed and on my dick.

  Me: Well, it's not working. You just look pathetic.

  Scott: On that note, I'm off to buy this board for your sis. Do you need a ride from the airport?

  Me: No, I'm good. I'll take a taxi.

  Scott: Flight 1365 right?

  Me: Yep

  Scott's been trying to get me to let him pick me up from the airport, but I won’t allow it. The two of us alone in a car is not a good idea. Our chemistry is too much for his vehicle to handle. I'll end up sucking his dick in the first five minutes.

  I sound like a sex addict because it's all I talk about, but I’m really not. I just enjoy good sex and for some reason Scott is on my brain twenty-four seven lately. I don’t know if it's because I instinctively know he'll be good in bed, or because he's hot and I’m horny. It's been over a month since I've gotten laid.

  ★★★

  I walk out into the gorgeous California sun at LAX. My flight was a quiet one. No drama, no turbulence, and I was able to nap during the four-hour flight, which was good since I didn’t get a lot of sleep the night before.

  My shift at the club dragged on all night and although I made good money, I didn’t make great money. At home the hot water in the shower didn't work, the zipper of my suitcase broke, and I feared missing my flight. This kept me up all night and by the time I needed to leave for the airport, I looked like a character in a zombie movie.

  Three sixteen-ounce cups of coffee and a nap later, I feel refreshed.

  There are cabs and town cars lining the arrival area of the airport. Most of the vehicles have been pre-ordered so I raise my hand in hopes to finding one that's available. My hip starts to vibrate as I pull my phone out of my pocket and take a look.

  Scott: Did your flight arrive safely?

  His concern for me, a woman he barely knows, is actually really sweet.

  Me: Yep. Just trying to hail a cab.

  Scott: No need. Jared has a town car waiting for you. Look for a guy holding a sign that says your name.

  Me: That was sweet. I'll let you know when I find the town car.

  I walk down the path, my eyes glancing at all the town cars but I can't find the one for me. I'm about to pull my phone out and text Scott back when I see it. The town car is three rows bac
k and the driver is holding a bright green poster board that says: Winnie the Cockblocker

  Scott's always such a smartass.

  Now I know he's full of shit and ordered the town car himself, not Jared. It takes me a few seconds to weave between the vehicles and get to the right town car and I can't help chuckling at the look of relief from the driver that he doesn't have to hold the sign anymore.

  "Rough day?" I ask him.

  "I get some crazy requests, Miss Adams, but holding up a sign with the word cock is by far the most embarrassing."

  "I'm so sorry."

  "It's alright. I'll take your suitcase." He grabs for my bag and then opens the door to the backseat for me. I slide in and practically scream when a warm palm touches my knee.

  "You didn't think I'd actually let you arrive and not be properly greeted by me, did you?"

  "I was hoping," I mumble, and turn to face Scott.

  His hair is still damp and from the smell of salt coming off his skin I know it's from the ocean and not a shower. His white t-shirt clings to his muscular chest and his denim jeans hug is body nicely.

  He looks even better than I remember.

  "No work today?" I ask him.

  "That's the thing about the real estate business. I get to work when I want. I woke up and surfed with the sunrise before heading here to pick you up. I call that a great morning."

  His smile and happiness are contagious and I find myself beaming back at him. His hand on my knee slowly starts to trail up my thigh over my denim skinny jeans.

  "Hey, stop that."

  "What? I'm just trying to say hello."

  "Say hello with your words, not your hands," I scold, while slapping his arm away. "What time is this get together?"

  "It's just a small thing at Jared's; a handful of people or so. You didn't have to come."

  "I wanted to come... to see Autumn."

  "No, you wanted to come for an entirely different reason. It's the same reason I picked you up at the airport."

  "Don't flatter yourself," I snort.

  The town car pulls out and starts to move through the traffic and we talk the entire drive to Jared's place. Scott's one of those people who you feel like you've known for years. It's so easy to hold a conversation with him. I find myself telling him little details about my life that I've never told anyone before, like the time I cut all the Barbie heads off Autumn's dolls and blamed it on the neighbor. To this day she still doesn't know it was me.

  He tells me about his love for surfing and how it started when he was a child. I learn a little about how he got into the real estate business and he mentions how he found his home. I keep quiet about already knowing this little fact.

  I tell him a little more about me, but keep quiet on the rest of the stories revolving around my childhood. They're boring and a little too wholesome. Men like to hear about the work I do now, or at least it holds their interest more.

  We get into relationships and while Scott's had a few more than me, probably due to our more than five year age difference, I've only had two serious relationships; a boy in high school and Josh, who broke up with me last year.

  Then my infatuation with Brandon Boner started. The infatuation is over now because Jared, a.k.a. Brandon Boner, is dating my sister and is now a one-woman man. He stopped performing in the industry and now he just produces porn from his production company. I thought getting over the lustful fantasies in my head about him would be hard, but since I met Scott I haven't fantasized about Jared once. I guess that's a good thing.

  Now, just because I've only had two serious relationships doesn't mean I've only had two sex partners. I've had more. I'd give a number but that may alter your opinion of me. I think it sucks and is completely sexist that a man can give a number and get cheered on by his friends, but if a woman gives a higher number she's considered a slut. It's not as though I sleep with every man I meet. I just like to have sex. A lot of sex.

  We drive through the gates of Jared's gated community and up the hill and around the corner until we reach his home. Jared calls it a home, but I call it a mansion. I fell in love with his place the very first time I visited. It's three stories and has a large open floor plan. The floor to ceiling windows give you a beautiful view of the area and since Autumn has lived here, she's given his mansion a more homely feel.

  Instead of Jared throwing wild parties filled with celebrities and people in the adult industry, now he holds smaller parties. Autumn no longer has to fear walking in on a threesome going on in the living room, but that story's for another time.

  The car stops near the front door on Jared's arched driveway. Scott climbs out of the town car and tips the driver before grabbing my bags from the trunk and bringing them into Jared's home for me. We walk in the wooden double doors and the house is completely silent. You could hear a pin drop.

  "Where is everyone?"

  Scott smiles and places my luggage down on the mat, taking my hand swiftly and pulling me through the open entryway, past the spiral staircase and into the living room where he pushes me onto the couch. I land on my side and roll over on my back to face him, but I barely get myself settled before he's lying on top of me, pushing me into the cushions.

  "Now this is the proper way to say hello," he whispers huskily, leaning in to kiss me. I bring my hand to his chest and push so that he's unable to meet my lips.

  "What do you think you're doing? Where are Autumn and Jared?" His left hand lowers to my knee and he slowly drags it up my thigh.

  "Out," he replies.

  This should infuriate me but it doesn't. I'm completely drawn to him. His eyes are hooded and when I flicker my eyes to his lips, he's dragging his bottom lip between his teeth.

  Oh, what those lips could do to me.

  When I finally look away, my eyes meet his and he can read me like a book. I'm softly panting, my lust-filled gaze is locked on him and the soft moan that releases as soon as his hand reaches my inner, upper thigh gives me away. He knows by my reaction that I'm hot, wet, and horny.

  "Oh?" It comes out as a question because, really, I have no control over my words anymore.

  This is a bad idea. I know this is a bad idea, yet, as his other hand drifts up my side, over my right breast and past my shoulder to cup behind my neck, I no longer care about good or bad ideas, right or wrong. I've never done what's right, so why start now.

  He lowers himself back down on top of me and I close my eyes, waiting to feel his lips on mine. Instead they brush my cheek before moving to my ear. His breath on my skin causes desire to ripple through me.

  "They're out. We're here. Let's not make this a missed opportunity." His mouth lowers to my neck and I feel his lips on my skin. He's leaving the slowest, most sensual open mouth kisses on my sensitive skin. The feeling's indescribable and my body reacts accordingly. My nipples harden, I feel a tingly sensation down below, and my skin is coated in goose bumps.

  "Okay," I moan and tilt my head to the side, giving him more room to devour my neck. His lips continue their assault on my body, moving lower and brushing against my collarbone. He thrusts his hips into me gently, his denim-covered erection grinding into my denim-covered pussy. The feeling of him hard and ready for me, and knowing how good he could feel inside me once we get rid of our clothes, makes me want to beg him to take me. Hard and fast.

  His teasing is killing me. The soft brushes of his hand across my body, mixed with the feeling of his lips all over me, have my hips moving involuntarily in rhythm with his. My hands drag up between us and under the front of his shirt so I can feel his hard chest above me. This torture needs to end. I need him to kiss me.

  "Little Adams? Are you here?" Tawny's voice echoes in the entryway.

  "Motherfuck-"

  "Shhh," I whisper, placing my hand over his mouth so he doesn't draw more attention to us.

  This is the second time Tawny's interrupted us. Her timing is horrible, but maybe this is a good thing. Screwing Scott on Jared's couch isn't the best idea,
no matter how magnetic our chemistry is.

  I bend and adjust my legs, moving out from underneath Scott so I can stand up and adjust my clothing. "We're in here, Tawny."

  Scott groans and reluctantly gets up. His clothing isn't unraveled and every hair is in place. God, it must be so easy being a guy.

  "We'll finish this later," Scott whispers under his breath.

  "Yeah, in your dreams."

  "You're in my dreams frequently." His little boy smile is infectious and it takes everything out of me not to smile back at him.

  Tawny's crazy and outrageous self bursts into the living room. Her heavy make-up, baggy t-shirt, cut-off shorts and sandals tell me she's just coming home from work.

  "Little Adams!" Her arms wrap around me, squeezing me into a tight hug. When she releases me she looks over at Scott and smiles. "Your brother is seriously the best to work for. I'm done with work for the day and I still have the whole day ahead of me."

  "You said you would be on set until late this afternoon?" Scott does nothing to hide his annoyance at being interrupted.

  "Calm down, Scotty. My lovely costar didn't show up today. So I had a short day. Jared decided to just shoot a quick twenty minute video of me masturbating and getting myself off for the camera so that he had some new footage for the website and so I got paid."

  "People pay to watch you masturbate?" I ask curiously. I'm no prude to porn. I actually love watching it but I watch sexual acts involving more than one person. Never solo acts.