Lethal Game

by Julie Rowe

  She stuffed her hand in her mouth and screamed as the pleasure rocketed through her in waves lighting up every nerve ending and neuron. It seemed to last forever, but finally her body calmed and she opened her eyes.

  Connor was leisurely playing with her breasts, toying with one with his fingers while his mouth continued to drive her a little crazy on the other.

  She looked down his body toward his crotch and found an impressive erection. “Connor,” she breathed.

  “Feel better, sweetheart?”

  “Yes.” She arched her back to press her breasts up and into his hold.

  “So responsive,” he whispered.

  He seemed occupied, so she sent one hand toward the bulge in his pants, cupping him, learning his shape and size.

  He hissed and thrust himself into her palm.

  She tried to undo his pants, but he grabbed her hands and pinned them to the bed. “Not yet, sweetheart. We’ll get there.”

  She smiled and pulled out something she’d read about in one of her books and always wanted to try. “What about my breasts? You like them, don’t you? Wouldn’t you like to fuck them?”

  His gaze dropped to her breasts and he groaned, “Holy fucking shit.”

  “Please?” she asked. “I want you to.”

  “So do I.” He gritted his teeth and let go of her. “Don’t move.”

  She nodded and watched as he pulled away to remove his pants and underwear.

  His cock was big. Bigger than she thought it might be. Thick with veins running down the side and bottom of it. It curved up, pointing toward the ceiling.

  He grabbed something from the bathroom and returned with a bottle of something he squirted on his hands.

  Then he was rubbing the lotion down the center of her chest. His gaze met her curious one. “Are you sure you want—”

  She grabbed his cock again in a gentle grip. “Yes, I want.” She stroked him.

  “Fuck.” He pulled her hand away then grabbed the other hand and set them on either side of her breasts, showing her how hard to push them together. Then he fit his cock in the space between her breasts and pumped once, twice. “Fuck me, sweetheart.”

  She watched his cock slide between her breasts and found she received pleasure from this, too. She pressed her breasts together a little harder and was rewarded with a low groan from Connor.

  He slid his penis back and forth in a slow, leisurely pace that made her hungry for more speed. But maybe she could taste pleasure a different way. As his cock thrust upward toward her face, she flicked out with her tongue and swiped the crest of his penis.

  He groaned, so she did it again. And again. He began thrusting faster and she found herself mesmerized as his arms began to shake, and he threw his head back as he came.

  His head fell forward and his eyes opened to stare at her like he wasn’t sure what just happened.

  “Could I give you a blow job next time?” she asked. Bringing him to orgasm was a heady experience. There was an equally intense pleasure in seeing him lose himself to orgasm as there was when he brought her to her peak.

  He shook his head and glanced down at her chest. “Every time I think I have you figured out, you go and change the rules on me.”

  “You have four sisters. How is this a surprise?”

  He pulled away and she made a move to sit up. He put a hand on her shoulder to keep her lying flat. “Stay there, I’ll be right back.” He eased off the bed and went into the bathroom. When he came out he had a wet washcloth, which he used to clean the semen off her.

  She got her pajama top and was about to put it back on, when he said, “You don’t...have to wear that if you don’t want to.”

  She looked at him and realized from the slumberous expression that he liked the thought of being able to fondle her breasts during the night.

  She loved having his hands on her, so that was a win-win. “Okay.”

  Sophia went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth then went out to find Connor on his side on his narrow bed, the blanket swept back for her.

  She got in and he covered her with the blanket and his arm, pulling her close and spooning her from behind.

  His lips teased one ear and he whispered, “Blow job next time.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Heat woke Sophia. A hot male body wrapped around her, her back to his front. One of his big hands cradled her hip, the other a breast. She loved it. Loved the intimacy of sleeping with someone she could trust.

  There was just one problem.

  Did he have to throw off so much heat?

  She shifted her legs. He had a knee in between hers, and the hair on his legs tickled a little. The sensation added to the ache deep inside her vagina. She rocked her hips, pressing her ass against the rapidly hardening penis nestled between the cheeks of her butt.

  The hand on her breast began to massage it and tease the nipple.

  “Go back to sleep.” Connor’s voice rumbled against her ear as he pinched her nipple.

  She gasped as pleasure whipped through her, and she tried to turn over to face him, but he wouldn’t let her.

  “Con,” she moaned as his other hand slipped between her legs to tantalize her clitoris. “You’re not helping.”

  He dipped his long middle finger into her. “I have an idea,” he whispered.

  “Does it involve your penis in my vagina?”

  “Time for a vocabulary lesson.” She could feel his lips smile as he kissed the back of her neck. “It involves your lips wrapped around my cock.”

  “What’s wrong with ‘penis’?” she asked, wiggling against that very long, hard part of his anatomy.

  “‘Penis’ is for pansies and hospitals. Cock is what you say in bed with a beautiful woman. This—” he cupped her vagina “—is a pussy. And these,” he said, finally allowing her to turn onto her back and capturing her breasts in his hands, “are the finest tits I’ve ever fucked.”

  She stared up at him, panting and so damned needy she was afraid she was going to self-combust. “I want that.”

  He played with her breasts, his fingers stroking her nipples. “Hmm? What do you want?”

  “To get...” She’d use his word. “...fucked.”

  His gaze, which had been glued to what he was doing to her, jerked up to meet hers. One corner of his mouth slanted upward. “No.”

  She was beginning to recognize that expression on his face. Devious. He already knew what he was going to do. He had a plan, and when Connor had a plan, he didn’t deviate from it. “What then?”

  He slid down her body, pushed her thighs apart and stared at her...pussy.

  She propped herself up on her elbows to get a better look, and because she felt so exposed. “Are you going to eat me out?” she asked breathlessly.

  He grinned. “Does thinking about that make you hot?”

  So hot, but... “I...what if you don’t like how I taste?”

  He closed his eyes and inhaled. “You smell like sunshine, summer and a spice that’s yours alone.” His eyes opened and the desire on his face made her breath catch. “I can’t wait to taste you.” He didn’t move, seemed to be waiting. “Okay?”

  He was waiting. Waiting for her to be ready.

  With him, she was ready for everything. “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  He lowered his face and licked.

  She had no idea what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t what she got.

  Pleasure. Languorous, yet it built quickly as he used his tongue to stimulate her clitoris.

  “Oh,” she breathed. “That’s...”

  “What, sweetheart? Tell me.”

  “Very arousing.”

  “It’s about to get a lot more than that.”

  He continued
to lick and suck at her clitoris, but he also added a finger, which felt huge. The dual stimulation built up the pleasure leading toward an orgasm she couldn’t wait to experience again.

  When he added a second finger, she damn near came off the bed. The stretch from two fingers threw her from first gear into fifth and she stuffed the heel of her hand in her mouth to keep from screaming. The other hand speared into Con’s short hair and held his head against her. She had to come now.

  He changed the angle of his fingers penetrating her and she detonated. The pleasure radiated out in a wave that sucked her under, making everything else, the whole world, inconsequential. Unfortunately, the wave eventually ebbed and she came back to the reality to find Connor watching her with a self-satisfied grin on his face.

  “See,” she said, still out of breath, “I like penetration.”

  “Let’s see if you like it another way.”

  There were only two possibilities she could think of. “Blow job?”

  He nodded.

  She wanted that too. Now.

  She sat up and pushed him with both hands until he was on his back.

  His hands landed on her hips, but he didn’t stop her, he steadied her. “Hold on, slow down.”

  “To quote you, no. I’ve wanted to get my hands on your...cock since I noticed how big your hands were.”

  He laughed silently. “How soon after meeting me was that?”

  “About two minutes.” She studied him. His penis was erect, impressively so. “As I suspected you’re larger than average.”

  “And you know that how?”

  “The question of penis size came up during a study session during medical school,” she said absently.

  His grin was almost as wide as the Grand Canyon. “You can touch me anytime.”

  She scooted down his legs to get a better look, then decided there was only one way to go from here. His erection didn’t feel anything like she expected. A hard shaft covered in silky skin that had its own scent. One that made her crazy to taste.

  She held him at the base of his...cock and ran her tongue up one side of it.

  Con gasped, his mouth falling open.

  He tasted good.

  Con started to say something, but it was her turn to give him an orgasm. She opened her mouth and managed to swallow about half of him.

  Con’s reaction was immediate. His body arched and one of his hands threaded through her hair. His face was a mask of pleasure and it looked like it had taken a great deal of self-control for him not to shout.

  She pulled back, letting her lips form a seal, so he would feel a strong negative pressure, and from his shaking body and rapid breathing, he enjoyed it. She repeated the act again and again, watching his face and body to learn what he liked and didn’t like.

  He kept trying to say something, but every time he managed a word or two, usually her name and stop, she’d swallowed him down again.

  It didn’t take long for him reach his climax, but it didn’t go quite according to plan, as he pulled her off him a second before he erupted all over her neck and chest. Again.

  Con stared at her with wild eyes while he panted, then asked as soon as his vocal cords appeared to work correctly again, “Where did you learn to do that?”

  “Jones gave me a few pointers.”

  “Jones?” His voice strangled the woman’s name. “I kept trying to tell you to stop so I could put on a condom. Did she forget that piece of advice?”

  “No, she mentioned it. I’m the one who decided you didn’t need it.”

  “You decided I didn’t need it?” His voice rose and a red flush made its way up his neck.

  “You’re clean and so am I.”

  “How do you know... You looked me up?”

  “I’m a doctor, of course I looked you up. Besides, I didn’t want a barrier between me and you this first time.”

  His nostrils flared. “That decision wasn’t yours to make alone. We should have talked about it.”

  “Are you saying you didn’t want a blow job?” she asked as he got off the bed and strode to the bathroom.

  He came back into view only a few seconds later with a wet cloth. “No, I’m saying I would have preferred to wear a condom.”

  “Why would you want to do that when it reduces sensation for you?”

  He wiped his semen off her skin then he cleaned himself. “Because it’s safer.” The last word was little more than an angry growl.

  He wanted a physical barrier between them. A barrier that probably made it easier for him to emotionally distance himself from the woman he was with.

  Which was exactly what she had wanted, and what she promised him, no-fuss sex. She had always been good at compartmentalizing her emotions and keeping people at bay, but Con had gotten inside. She didn’t know what to do about that.

  “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again,” she said, her face oddly stiff. She could barely move her mouth.

  He glared at her. “What did I say about apologies?”

  “But, you’re upset and I am sorry.” How could she possibly know what to say when he changed his mind about what was acceptable or not whenever he felt like it?

  He held up a finger. “Just stop talking and go back to sleep.” He stomped off into the bathroom.

  Sophia pulled her panties and sleep pants up then grabbed her sleep shirt off the floor and put it on.

  Her cot was pushed against the far wall. She was pulling the blankets back when he came out of the bathroom. He scowled. “What are you doing?”

  She scowled right back, “Going to sleep, as ordered.”

  “Nope,” he said after a moment of complete stillness. “Not there.” He motioned with his hand for her to lie down on his bed.

  “No more growling at me?”

  He sighed and shook his head.

  She still wasn’t sure. “You need to work on your communication skills. Next time, tell me all the things I shouldn’t do before I have my hands on your cock.”

  He stared at her like he didn’t understand English for a moment, then wiped his face with one hand. “Yeah, I was a moron.”

  She waited for him to go on, but he just gestured for her to lie down again.

  She got into his bed and he spooned up behind her. If he asked her to take off her shirt, she was going to tell him to fuck off.

  He didn’t ask.

  * * *

  Smoke, acrid enough to make her eyes water, woke Sophia. For a moment she was disoriented and unsure of where she was. Something was on fire, but there was no alarm blaring.

  A moment after that thought, the alarm began its toll, an ear-splitting sound loud enough to hurt. She turned to wake Connor, but he wasn’t in bed with her.

  She jumped out of bed to turn on the light, but nothing happened when she flipped the switch. Damn it.

  She made her way back to the bed and her pile of stuff just in front of it and fumbled around for a couple of seconds for the tiny flashlight she had in her uniform pants. Flicking it on, she quickly got dressed and was tying her combat boots when the door to the room opened. Someone slipped inside silently and closed the door.

  She froze. Waiting.

  “Sophia?” Connor’s voice.

  Something terrified and wound tight inside her relaxed a little. “Yes, I’m here. I’m dressed. How big is the fire?”

  “Not too big. It’s at the front of the building, so we’re going to have to leave via one of the side doors.”

  She stood. “I’m ready. Are you dressed?”

  “Yeah. Smoke called and woke me about five minutes ago. Said there was some kind of dust-up at the front desk. I don’t think this fire was an accident.”

  “Someone started it on purpose?” That was akin to playing Russian roulet
te with people’s lives.

  “I want you to wear this,” he said grabbing something from his go bag. It was a black cap, the kind soldiers wear for night missions. “Make sure you get all your hair under cover.”

  “Are you saying this fire is another kidnapping attempt?” Suddenly the fire made horrible, insane sense. Whoever wanted her had failed on their first try. This was attempt number two.

  “Oh my God.” She grabbed her go bag and moved toward the door.

  Connor grabbed her arm and pulled her to a stop.

  “We have to get out—”

  “I know, but I want you to have this.” He thrust the butt of a gun into her right hand. “Hang on to it.”

  “Okay.”

  “Here.” He had a holster for it and quickly got the straps wrapped to her right thigh. She slid the weapon into the holster while he slung his backpack on and grabbed his SCAR rifle. “Grab the back strap on my pack and don’t let go of it. Okay?”

  She grabbed it. “Got it.”

  “If we get separated, I want you to go the base and directly to the lab, get inside the level three containment area if you can and stay there.”

  “Why there?”

  “Because you can lock yourself inside if you need to.”

  “What if someone isn’t just after me? What if they’re after what we’re working on?”

  Connor stared at her for one full second. “We can worry about that if we don’t get roasted alive. Ready?”

  She nodded.

  He bent low and opened the door.

  She followed as he headed down the hallway. Smoke flowed across the ceiling like a murky, muddy flood.

  He moved quickly, but not faster than she could manage. They stopped at an intersection, he looked both ways, then turned left. As they made their way down the hall, the smoke grew thicker and thicker. She began coughing and tried to tuck her face into the collar of her shirt.

  Someone bumped her from behind and three people—she couldn’t see well enough to tell if they were men or women—rushed past. They pushed her against the wall and she found herself struggling to maintain her hold on Connor’s pack.

  She sucked in a breath to yell at him, but all she breathed in was smoke. She thought she was going to lose her grip when Connor stumbled back and into her. She looked past him and saw more people yelling and waving their hands, but none of it seemed intelligible to her.