Two Player Games: (Corrupted 5-8)

by Klaire, Jamie

  I returned every thrust of his kiss, feeding on the wanting I felt pouring from him. He moaned against my lips, and broke contact to start a trail of kisses down my throat. I held on tight to him, leaning my head back in encouragement. One hand still buried in my hair, his other hand explored my body. It settled on my breast, slightly lifting it while his thumb did wondrous things to my nipple through the now wet fabric of my t-shirt and bra. He squeezed and kneaded my breast, running his thumb in circles around my nipple, then grazing over it as I pressed myself against him.

  His mouth soon covered the nipple his thumb had prepared. In the light from the truck's headlights I watched as his tongue flicked over the visible nipple. My shirt was quite drenched by now, and my bra was sheer and soaked through. His teeth scraped over the t-shirt fabric, teasing the skin beneath. Both hands played with my breasts and his thumb continued to run over one nipple as his mouth teased the other. The warmth of his breath through the cool wetness of the rain-soaked fabric was maddening. I was torn between never wanting it to end, and aching to pull my shirt off, baring naked skin to him instead.

  He stood up fully, bringing his mouth back to mine, hot and wanting. His hands found my face again, and he stopped kissing me, looking into my eyes instead.

  "I'll stop now, and take you home. If that is what you want, just say the word. But I'd rather not. There is a hunter's cabin nearby. It's not much, but it has a bed, a shower, some food. What I would like to do right now is take you there, get you out of these tantalizingly wet clothes, kiss every inch of you at least twice, and make love to you, with you, until the sun comes up on our worn out, satisfied, naked bodies. Any thoughts?"

  "Yes, please."

  He grinned down at me, his eyes aglow with both amusement and a controlled passion. "Yes, please to which option?"

  "The cabin, most definitely."

  He grinned even wider, "I was hoping you would say that."

  We climbed back into his truck, soaked to the skin. He turned the radio down a bit, and put the truck in gear. The road had fogged over almost completely while we were dancing, and he turned he headlight knob to activate the fog lights. He drove sure and calm, but I wasn't sure how. I couldn't see anything past the lights, the night had taken on an otherworldly atmosphere.

  About a half-mile later, he slowed the car again, turning it into the tall grasses. He came to a stop, looked over at me and wiggled his eyebrows in a 'here we go' grin. He shifted the truck into 4-wheel drive and I answered him by placing my left hand firmly back on his thigh and my right on the dash, bracing myself for the ride.

  Chapter 3

  The Cabin

  After many bumps, a few twists and turns and some slippery climbing in the mud, we reached a small cabin. The rain had gathered some energy behind it and my first glimpse of the cabin was in a flash of lightning. Roger parked the truck under an overhang, but rain was pounding sideways so it didn't protect us much. Already wet from our roadside tryst, by the time we made a run for it and let ourselves inside, we were thoroughly soaked.

  Once inside I felt around on the walls by the door, looking for a light switch. Roger's deep laugh sounded right behind me as he followed me in, swiping mud off of his boots on a mat just inside the door.

  "Don't bother searching for lights, there is no electricity out here. Hang on, there is a kerosene lamp around here somewhere."

  I could hear him fumbling for it, and once it was lit I could see he wasn't kidding when he said a small hunter's cabin. We were standing in an entry way that served as the kitchen, with a small table and an empty cooler on the floor. Through a doorway was a tiny bathroom and through another door was a larger bedroom. The entire cabin was built in a perfect square, with the entry and kitchen taking up one entire wall, and the two other rooms built off of this one, filling in the square.

  Roger set the glowing lantern on the small table and turned to secure the door. He mentioned it was kept unlocked when not in use, and only locked behind the people who came to use it, for their protection. He then pulled hanging curtains closed over the two windows in the cabin.

  Our security and privacy tended to, he turned to face me in the glow of the lantern light. His clothes were dark and dripping with water and his gaze was even darker. Another flash of lightning filled the room with a quick, camera flash of light and the boom of the thunder followed right behind, making me jump.

  Roger walked the few steps toward me slowly, coming to a stop in front of me. The light from the lamp flickered over him, reminding me of the glow from a small campfire. It lit up parts of him, and hid others in deep shadow. He slowly reached a hand out toward me, finding a stray lock of hair and tucking it behind my ear. Even that simple grazing of his fingertips sent my heart racing and quickened my breath. He placed his hands on either side of my face, and I let him tilt my face up to look him in the eyes. His thumbs caressed the skin on my cheeks, and I watched as his eyes turned darker with wanting.

  I rested my hands at his waist as he lowered his mouth to mine. His kiss was slow. Tentative and seeking. Like he had all the time in the world and was in no hurry to rush any part of this. I leaned into his kiss, exploring his mouth with mine. My hands found a grip on his shirt, where it tucked into his jeans. I tugged it up and free of his waistband, working my way around to the front. I needed to touch him, my longing for him had been building for weeks.

  When his shirt was loose I slid my hands under it, feeling the warmth of his taunt skin. He moaned when my cool hands touched his warmth, and I felt his stomach muscles jump under my touch. I slid my hands around behind him, feeling the strong muscles of his back from his waist up to his shoulders. On their way back down from his shoulders to his jeans I couldn't help but to dig my fingers deeper into his skin, making him moan by scratching him lightly all the way down. I loved that I could make him respond to me, by merely touching him, scratching him.

  His hands tightened on my face, sliding back behind my head and into my hair. His kiss deepened and got faster, more urgent. His hands released my head long enough to catch the bottom edge of my shirt and to pull it off in one quick motion completely over my head. The speed of that motion surprised me, left me panting. His mouth found mine again, as his fingers deftly unhooked my bra with a practiced tug. Once the hook sprang open his hand lay warm, pressed against me where my strap had just been.

  Both his hands pressed against my back, pulling me to him. His hands slid around my ribcage, his thumbs meeting in the middle just under my breasts. His thumbs slid up and out, hooking themselves under my bra and pulling it away from my chest. I helped him by pulling my shoulders and arms out of the straps as he tugged it off. My wet bra joined my shirt somewhere on the floor of the cabin, and his shirt was soon added to the damp pile.

  He stopped kissing me for a moment. With his hands on my waist he pushed me back a few inches, and he looked at me in the glow of the lantern. He took his time, taking in every inch from my dripping wet hair, stopping on my kiss-swollen lips, drifting down to my naked breasts and back up, stopping to look deep into my eyes.

  "You are so very beautiful." He said gruffly, his need evident in his voice. I was nervous, but his appraisal calmed me. I felt safe under his gaze, wrapped in his arms.

  He pulled me close again, his kiss demanding but also almost reverent. I explored his back with my wandering hands, my nipples tingled as my breasts were pressed against his muscular chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my hands now in his hair, pulling his mouth harder down on mine. I was ready. His arms slipped around my waist, and he started walking me backwards, through the doorway and into the bed room.

  When the back of my legs hit the side of the bed, I sat down and lay back, bringing Roger with me. With one arm still around me, and the other breaking our fall, he scooted me into the middle of the bed, his weight pressing me deep into the mattress. I wrapped my jean-clad legs around his waist, my hands exploring every reachable inch of him as he continued to kiss me. I showed him by my kiss
, my urgent touch, how badly I wanted him.

  He started kissing my neck, and nibbling a trail slowly down to my breasts. I buried my hands in his hair, holding on tight as his mouth found my naked nipple. As he pulled my nipple into his mouth, I groaned aloud, arching my back to give him more, and tugging on his hair at the same time, urging him on. He looked up at me, his eyes meeting mine as I watched his tongue roll circles around my erect, pink nipple, flicking it, and then sucking into deep into his mouth again and again.

  His mouth trailed down, licking and nipping at the edge of my rib cage, tickling and biting the soft skin at my waist, trailing his tongue in a circle around my belly button. He went south from my belly button, licking the skin just under the edge of the waistband on my jeans. I arched my hips against his mouth, and he slid his hand under the small of my back, pressing me to him as he continued to kiss my warm skin, sending delicious shivers through every nerve in my body.

  He used the leverage of his hand in the small of my back to roll me over onto my stomach. He placed the same kisses along my waistband, and then he kissed the skin in the hollow of my back. I couldn't watch him anymore, and not knowing what he was going to do next made it even more intense.

  As his mouth rained hot kisses on my lower back, his hand found and cupped my ass. He squeezed me through the fabric of my jeans, and ran his thumb under the curve where my ass met the top of my thigh, sliding his thumb between my legs, grazing the most sensitive part of me and making me moan again, and arch my back to him, pressing my ass more firmly into his hand.

  I felt his warm exhaled breath on the skin of my back, when he laughed gruffly at my wanton display of my need for him. "I like that, how you respond to my touch." He mumbled into my back. "Soon, love. Very soon."

  His hands slid over my ass again, squeezing. He slid his hands up over my lower back, circling my waist as he kissed me between my shoulder blades, his tongue outlining each curve. He kissed my shoulder, working his way back up to my neck. I felt his weight settle in on top of me as he found his balance on his elbows, freeing his hands to move my hair aside allowing his mouth better access to my neck.

  I could feel the hardness of him, still contained in his jeans as he nestled himself against my ass and kissed my neck. I turned my mouth to him, kissing him behind me, arching against him, pressing myself into him.

  He took more weight off of me and onto his elbows, allowing me to roll over under him. Free to touch him again, I ran my hands over his back, down over the curve of his tight ass, pressing him into me.

  He raised himself up, sitting on his knees. He looked down at me for a minute, his finger softly tracing designs on my skin as I lay in front of him. His fingers slid under my waistband, concentrating on the button and zipper. "Let's get these off, shall we?" He said, sliding off of the bed.

  I lifted my hips, and helped him tug my jeans and panties off. I watched him smoothly pull his jeans off as well, tugging his boxer briefs off at the same time. He stood beside the bed, gloriously naked, looking me over with the same lust in his eyes I knew shone in mine.

  He leaned down and kissed me again, and I pulled him down onto the bed with me. I enjoyed our slow, erotic dance but it had been a long time for me, and with the past few weeks of make out sessions, I was going to burst if I didn't have him soon. He stretched out beside me, and I slid my hands down over his body, finding him and taking him in my hand. I heard his quick intake of breath and started running my hand up and down over him, using my thumb to tease the tip of him as we kissed.

  With a quick roll he was above me, my hands still playing with him as I guided him to me. I rubbed the tip of him against myself, liking both the way it felt, and that I was the one teasing him for a moment. I released my hold on him, running my hands up over his chest and squeezing his biceps as he continued the teasing I had started.

  He stopped, holding perfectly still just barely pressed against me. One deep breath or slight movement and he would be inside me. He looked down at me, smiling as I tried to keep still, holding onto this moment for just a minute more. I gave in first, begging, "Please. Now, please."

  He slid home slowly, inch by inch, watching my reactions as I took him in. Damn, he felt so good. Once he was deep inside, he stilled again. He kissed me, nipping again on my bottom lip, kissing me thoroughly without moving anywhere else. His hands held my head, holding me tight, kissing me as he started to move against me. Slowly at first, and then faster and faster as he couldn't keep up the tease anymore himself.

  I moved with him, matching him thrust for thrust, rocking with him, against him, biting his shoulder, and calling out to him as I climbed higher and higher. I grabbed his ass, pulling him to me, squeezing him as I came. I heard him groan and chant, "Oh yes, oh god yes." I felt his ass clench in my hands as he came too.

  Chapter 4

  Frequent Flier

  I woke up before Roger did, with the parts of me that weren't touching him getting cold. We had disturbed the bed covers in our rolling around, so I hooked the edge of the blanket with my foot and pulled up on it until I could reach it with my hands. I spread it over us as best I could, trying not to disturb him and trying not to imagine who else or what else had been under this blanket since it was open to whoever knew the cabin was here.

  Warm again I lay still, enjoying the feel of Roger's warm, naked body sleeping beside me. The lamp was still flickering on the table just outside the bedroom, and I watched as the shadows danced over the walls. The storm seemed to have passed, with only an occasional flicker of lightning to be seen, and the rumble of thunder took a long time coming, low and distant.

  As I settled in, waiting for sleep to claim me again, my thoughts drifted back to the day I met Roger and how irritated I was when we first spoke. It was about a month or so ago, and I was headed to Vegas for my annual get-away with my mom. I know for most people traveling with their mom, especially to Vegas, was more torture than get-away, but my mom is cool.

  I was raised in the back seat of a car, or at least it felt that way. We took road-trips every chance we had. It seemed every school vacation and even some of the long weekends were spent in a car driving somewhere fun. As a kid and then as a teen, I spent most of the trip sleeping in the back seat. It got where anytime I spent more than twenty minutes in a moving vehicle, my road trip mentality kicked in and I would fall asleep.

  So by now I was very comfortable driving and riding in a car, but flying was a different story. I wasn't afraid to fly, and I did like the convenience of how fast you got where you were going, but it was so frigging boring. You were crammed into your little seat with no possible way to stretch out, and even if you could relax, there was no road noise or vibration to lull you to sleep. It was way too smooth and quiet. I loved the power and the rumble of the take-offs and landings, but everything in between dragged on forever. I liked the bumpy turbulence that freaked other people out, it calmed and relaxed me. It felt more like a road trip. I know, I'm weird.

  Anyway, we didn't have the time to drive to Vegas, so mom and I were flying out there for the weekend. Everyone knows when you fly it seems like you must leave every little ounce of liquid, sharp object, and hair clip at home, and instead pack a lot of patience, a lemming mentality and downcast, non-threatening eye contact, at least until you clear security.

  We had already cleared security and we were waiting to board, but the ticket agents kept calling for us to line up for one reason or another. We had already checked in, and were expecting to sit until boarding call, but they wouldn't leave us alone.

  First they said there was a computer glitch and everyone had to line up and check in again. Ok, fine, it happens. Then I guess that didn't take because we all had to line up again, this time in two lines- one line for those who had checked baggage and the other for those who hadn't. Then again for something else, I forget, but this time only one person per party had to stand in line. Mom sat with our bags and I got up and joined a line yet again.

  I was irritate
d at this point, but tried to hide it. The last place you want to make a scene is the airport. When everyone fell into place I was standing behind a large, uniformed group of airline personnel. They seemed to be casually talking and joking around and I jumped into their conversation, barely hiding my irritation behind a kidding manner and said," This is the most line crazy airline I have ever seen. Jeeze even our flight crew has to stand in line? You would think the people working the flight would get a pass."

  They all laughed in sympathy, but one guy turned around to talk to me. He said, "Actually we aren't your crew. We are just catching a ride. Once we get to Vegas we are joining our crew and heading out from there. We have to fly stand-by though. There are plenty of seats left on this flight, but we have to check in to get them. How we do look? Like we are ready for a fun-filled flight to Vegas?"

  It seemed like an odd question, but ok. I looked them all over. I hadn't noticed him when he was standing with the group. I'm blaming my irritation though, because he was a very noticeable man. He looked sharp in his flight uniform, starched shirt, tie, stripes on his shoulders.

  "How do you look?" I played along and answered with a shrug of my shoulders, "Similar."

  He laughed at that. Of course they were all dressed similar, but he filled his uniform out particularly well. Talking to him made waiting in line less annoying, so I asked him what he did on the flight. He laughed and looked at me kind of funny, saying "I'm a flight attendant, can't you tell?" He then held his arms out wide and kind of bowed.

  The others laughed, but I guess it was an inside joke because I didn't get it, and I hate not getting other people's inside jokes. Plus I was still irritated at all the standing in line. He seemed like he was trying to be charming, but he was coming off as more of an ass, so I said, "I've seen 'Catch Me If You Can' and I see uniforms like yours all the time at the thrift stores. Maybe I should have worn one too, so I could have flown free, but obviously I'd still be waiting in this line."