Seduction Game (Art and Soul)

by Candy J. Starr

  I froze under his gaze. That look in his eyes, all arrogance gone and, in its place, a raw hunger. He hadn’t even looked at the parfait like that. The intensity of those eyes hypnotised me.

  He wanted me.

  He didn’t just want sex. He didn’t want to play around. He wanted me. I read that in his eyes and I could almost drown in it.

  He didn’t move any closer and I stayed stock still too. He wore a tight t-shirt and some baggy sleep pants. Even with those baggy pants on, he’d gotten hard. That couldn’t be hidden. Just like my arousal couldn’t be hidden as I stood naked and wet in front of him.

  He pulled the t-shirt over his head. I moved to him and undid the drawstring on his sleep pants, letting them drop to the ground.

  I gasped. He looked magnificent.

  The gap between us disappeared. I kissed him.

  If our first kiss had been electrifying, this one was almost fatal. My wet body slid against his naked skin. He still didn’t move but I didn’t care.

  I took his hand and lead him to my room, not even bothering to wrap myself in a towel.

  We lay on the bed, beside each other. I waited for him to reach for me but my need was too strong. I grabbed him instead. If he wanted me to make the all the moves, I would.

  Our mouths joined together as my need for him pounded through my body, desire becoming my pulse beat.

  His hard cock pressed against my leg. I’d always heard Japanese guys weren’t well hung. Shit, whoever said that was a liar, unless Junichi was some kind of freak, because his cock was huge.

  As his mouth moved from mine to my neck, a sigh escaped me. The craving in me became so intense I could barely stand it. I pulled him on top of me and the tip of his cock teased against me.

  “Fuck me,” I pleaded.

  He didn’t reply, he pushed the wet hair from my forehead and kissed me again.

  If anyone disturbed us now, I’d kill them. I’d kill them dead. That’s how desperately I needed him. My core pulsated with need, my flesh shivered with it, my hips arched and my body became taut.

  “There are condoms in my drawer.”

  Fuck foreplay. I’d had two days of foreplay in my head. Every waking moment filled with need for him. Every sleeping moment dreaming of this. I could not be more ready for him. He was the one holding back. He kissed my lips, he kissed my neck, he kissed my collarbones.

  I grabbed his hair and pulled his lips back to mine.

  Even with sexual energy flying around the room like lightening, he held back. What was stopping him?

  As much as it killed me to move away from him, I sat up and opened the bedside drawer. That box his mother had given me, it freaked me out to open it but I took one of the foil packages out, fumbling with it in my urgency. His fingers stroked my back.

  Seriously, every other guy I’d been with, the whole two of them, would’ve had their cock in me and been done by now. And while this slowness was nice, it was becoming way more than I was capable of handling. I laid back on the bed, ripping open the condom wrapper.

  “Used one of these before, Sunshine?” I asked. I grinned.

  Then it hit me. Maybe he hadn’t. Maybe that was what held him back. It wasn’t exactly rocket science though and he was supposed to be super smart. I wasn’t actually that experienced with doing it myself but I’d figure it out.

  I wrapped my hand around his cock, sliding the plastic along the hard shaft. That shaft quivered with my touch and it seemed a shame to cover it. I want to keep touching it.

  I moved my hand down to his balls, stroking them lightly. I laughed gently as he moaned. Not because it was funny but from the sheer joy of pleasing him.

  He grinned at me.

  “Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked.

  I nodded. Hadn’t I just been proving that? Hadn’t I told him to fuck me? Still, the fact that he asked gave me a happy glow. I didn’t flinch from his touch. I didn’t want to run away. He’d never hurt me, not in the way Sean had. I knew that. I could control this.

  Finally, I moved on top of him. If he wasn’t going to do this, one of us had to. He smiled at me, again with that special smile that hit me deep inside. That smile ramped up my longing to a level where I’d have done anything to have him inside me. His cock rubbed against my lips, so close to where it needed to be. I reached down, guiding him inside me.

  He filled me with his cock. At that moment, the emptiness I’d never acknowledged left me. I squirmed against him, wanting him deeper inside, moving slowly to position myself, then moaning as it became just right.

  My thrusts became urgent, focusing on my own pleasure. Oh, and what pleasure it was. Sex had never been like this for me. There had been moments but not this all-encompassing joy. Soon, I lost control over my hips. Nothing existed except that place deep inside me. I put a hand on his chest to balance myself as I shuddered. I needed to balance. Tethering on the edge. Then falling, falling as though gravity no longer existed.

  All the world exploded inside me. Waves wracked my body, my pussy clenching him tightly. My hands reached for his hips, my fingers clawing him. I screamed. I screamed so loud, I’m sure the neighbours heard. But I couldn’t contain what I felt within my body.

  He groaned with a pleasure equalling my own as I sank onto his chest.

  The whole time, his gaze had not left my face. For a moment, I wondered what we’d started. But whatever it was, it was good.

  CHAPTER 17

  “Tomorrow morning?” I texted to Junichi.

  “I’m in a lecture,” he replied.

  Ha, if was going to be obsessed with thoughts of him, he could be the same. I’d finally made it out of the house to the painting studio so I could get a bit of work done but most of the time I’d been staring blankly into space, thinking of all the things we’d done.

  I was so cunt-struck over him. Junichi. I’d have never believed it a few weeks ago, but everything about him thrilled me.

  I took a sexy selfie with lots of cleavage and sent that to him. I was alone in the studio I shared with three other students, so pulling my top up to take a titty shot wasn’t an issue. If I told Junichi to come up after his lecture, we wouldn’t even have to wait until tomorrow morning.

  Only, our studio space opened onto the main studio room, and anyone could walk by and see us.

  Okay, that was lying to myself. Even if we were getting hot and heavy at home, I didn’t think he’d be that eager when there was a chance of us being seen together. He’d never acknowledge that there was anything going on between us in front of other people.

  I was his dirty secret.

  And that was in no way going to stop me screwing him every chance I got. Maybe things were better that way. It wasn’t like this was love or even close. It was just sex.

  I’d have to wait.

  Instead of working on the paintings for assessment, I’d been sketching instead. Nothing I’d use for my coursework but a picture of Junichi. Most of my sketchpad was filled with pictures of him now but this one was the best by far. It perfectly captured that part of him that shone. It was the Junichi on stage. Not just the way he dressed or the way he did his hair or anything external like that. That special magic he had, that happiness was all in the sketch.

  I packed up my things because I had to pick up Shun. I threw my sketchpad into my bag. I’d work on some ideas while I was at home with Shun. Then I put on my leather jacket. Well, it wasn’t really leather. Nothing expensive, just fake leather that I’d picked up on sale.

  It wasn’t far from the studio to the train station, about a ten-minute walk but I got halfway across the campus and the rain pelted down. It’d gone from sunny to torrential rain in seconds. I ran for shelter but still had to get from the campus gates to the station with no cover.

  I whipped off my jacket and covered my sketchpad where it protruded from my bag. I’d get saturated by the sketchpad was more important.

  By the time I got my pad secured from the rain, I was already wet. Damn it. W
hy hadn’t I put an umbrella in my bag?

  Maybe because I never carried an umbrella. They annoyed me and I never thought it was going to rain, but it rained here a helluva lot. It wasn’t even rainy season. People banged on about Japan having four distinct seasons but I’d seen no evidence of that.

  I got to the gates and figured running for it would be my best bet.

  I took off. It wouldn’t take long to get home on the train and I could have a quick shower and change after picking Shun up.

  My feet pelted on the footpath, splashing up water as I ran.

  A hand grabbed me from behind. A motherfucking hand. I swung around, ready to strike out. People touching me unexpectedly did that to me.

  As I turned, I saw Junichi behind me.

  He smiled. My fist froze before connecting with him.

  “You’re so jumpy.”

  “Yeah,” I said, putting my hand into my pocket.

  He covered us both with his umbrella. Of course, he had an umbrella. He was the type who would have one. An expensive one too, not some flimsy bit of shit that folded inside out in the first breeze.

  “I thought you had a lecture,” I said.

  “It finished and I had to go to the tutorial but I saw you dashing across campus, getting soaked to the skin. You have a habit of that.”

  As he said that, he looked down. My t-shirt stuck to my skin, outlining my breasts and showing my nipples. Damn it. I didn’t want to get on a train filled with pervy old men like that. I knew about the dangers of trains here. Some old bastard would start rubbing himself against me and I’d have to hit him.

  “Not much choice in the matter.”

  He walked beside me to the station, our arms touching. I willed him to put his arm around me but that didn’t seem remotely possible. It was enough that he’d come to help me.

  “Why don’t you put your jacket on?”

  “I need to cover my sketchpad. It’s precious. I didn’t know it’d rain like this when I left the studio.”

  He laughed.

  “Yeah, you can laugh but it’s my year’s work.”

  I couldn’t be too fierce though because the place where his arm touched mine glowed with a heat that radiated through me.

  We’d reached the station.

  “Wait a minute,” he said. He ran in to the convenience store outside while I huddled under cover.

  Minutes later, he came out. He handed me a cheap, plastic umbrella. Then a plastic bag.

  “Wrap the bag over your sketchbook instead of the jacket.”

  I took it from him and he helped me put the pad inside. I was all set but I paused. It felt like there should be more. We’d shared so much in one day and I couldn’t end it by getting on the train and leaving him.

  He paused for a moment too. We stood, looking at each other as a crowd of commuters pushed out of the station.

  Then he patted me on the arm.

  “You’d better go or you’ll be late picking up Shun.”

  “Oh yeah.”

  That was it. With that, he left. But we’d have tomorrow morning and the mornings after that.

  CHAPTER 18

  For a week we did it. Every morning, the moment everyone left.

  “Tomorrow,” he messaged me as I tried to sleep. As if I’d forget. I lay on the sheets that smelt of him, my body aching with cravings for him. But also just aching. This much sex after nothing at all was a workout and a half.

  “Not sure I can wait that long,” I sent back. I meant it too. Now that the floodgates had opened, I couldn’t get enough of him.

  My phone beeped. “Come up.”

  Could I? The chances of us getting caught were high. Even if Mr and Mrs Tachibana knew and approved, it didn’t mean I wanted them to hear us. Most importantly, I didn’t want Shun or Yumi realising what was going on. That would make things super awkward.

  “We’ll get caught,” I sent back to him. Even though I was being the voice of reason, I ached for him to talk me into being foolish.

  I held my phone waiting for his reply. The 40 seconds it took for him to get back to me seemed like an eternity.

  “Be quiet. No one will hear.”

  Yeah, that was one of the problems. I couldn’t. It’s not like you can control your sex noises that easily. It was okay for him to say but I’d need to have a hand over my mouth or something.

  I lay flat on my back knowing only a few metres of space separated us. My body pulsated to be with him. He’d become an addiction.

  But I couldn’t. It was one thing when we had the house to ourselves, a whole other thing to sneak around while everyone was sleeping.

  My pulse raced. My body throbbed. Damn him. I didn’t want this onslaught of emotions.

  I grabbed my phone.

  “Okay.”

  With that, I jumped out of bed. Every footstep creaked the floorboards. Damn, I’d get caught. My biggest fear was that Shun would wake up and want to know what I was doing. That kid was far too inquisitive and I couldn’t tell him that I was going to screw his brother. He was a little kid.

  I made it to the foot of the stairs without any bother. It’s a wonder the thudding of my heart hadn’t woken the entire household. I took a deep breath and began climbing the stairs. This was the dangerous part. I could explain walking around on my floor if I was sprung but there was nothing upstairs but Junichi’s bedroom.

  My foot slipped around on the polished wood of the steps. Hell, falling down and breaking a bone or something would be even worse than actually being seen. I gripped the handrail and tried to go as carefully as I could but I wanted to rush to him.

  The door was open when I got to the top of the stairs. I walked in and closed it behind me. Junichi sat on the bed, watching me. The room was dark but the moonlight shone through the blinds, highlighting the contours of his body. I wanted to touch the contours. All the contours. I wanted to touch them and lick them and do crazy things with them.

  I jumped onto the bed beside him, taking him in my arms.

  Soon he was on top of me.

  “Shit,” I whispered.

  “What?”

  “The bed springs!”

  The creak wasn’t loud but it’d only get louder.

  We both smothered our giggles.

  I looked away then looked back at him. He grinned at me and pulled the quilt off his bed and threw it on the floor.

  It was amazing that he actually found a bit of floor space clear enough. I wasn’t about to interrupt this moment to comment on his low housekeeping standards, though.

  We lay down beside each other, just looking. Even before he touched me, I sensed his hands on my skin, a ghost of our loving. Every touch between us lingered on my skin, something more than a memory. He smiled at me and I smiled back. The anticipation grew between us. This was wrong, us being together like this, sneaking around in the night, but I couldn’t stop now. Instead, I giggled.

  This seemed ridiculous. We weren’t little kids. We could spend the night together if we choose.

  CHAPTER 19

  “I want a progress report.”

  Mrs Tachibana cornered me. Everyone else was out and I’d planned to stay in my room, getting my Japanese assignment done. There was all this weird stuff with verb forms that we had to learn.

  The “progress report” wasn’t a discussion I wanted to have but she pounced on me when I left my room to use the bathroom.

  This woman’s obsession with her son’s sex life never failed to shock me. What did I tell her? That her son and I were banging every chance we got, and that we’d be banging even more if we got more chances. That was pretty much the truth of the situation. We’d be banging right now if she hadn’t decided to take the day off work.

  “Things are good.”

  “Just good?”

  Whoa, that was too much. I sure wasn’t going to go into details.

  “Yep.”

  She stared at me. I knew that tactic. She wanted to break me down so I’d need to talk, but I was w
ay too scared of her for that. If I gave her too many details, she’d want more. What’d be next? She’d want video? Far better to just keep my mouth shut.

  “So yeah, bathroom… It’s an emergency.”

  I clutched my stomach and rushed down the hallway, praying she wouldn’t be waiting for me when I came out. As I sat on the toilet, the absurdity of the whole situation hit me. I’d be screwing Junichi regardless of the deal they’d made with me. The money had no bearing on my feelings. It was so tempting to just tell her to shove her money.

  Then I wouldn’t have this rot-gut feeling, the dull ache I got in my head whenever I thought about what I was doing. For now though, I wanted them to think I was playing their game. That kept the roof over my head and everything easy. My life was a mess but at least it was a mess with awesome sex.

  The front door slammed. Thank fuck. She’d left. I bet the time home from work thing was just to bail me up. Now I’d get some peace and quiet to study.

  When I got back to my room, there was a message from Belle. She wanted me to call.

  “You seem different,” she said when the video call connected. “Things going well? You look happier.”

  “You could say that.” I couldn’t go into details with her. The thing with Junichi was too new and too complicated. I’d definitely never mention the money offer. “How are things at home?”

  “Same old.”

  “You’re lying. There’s something going on. Even with this crazy pixelated image of your face, I know you’re lying.”

  Belle turned the camera around so I couldn’t see her.

  “That’s not fair either.”

  “It’s nothing much. Just Dad running up debts, again. Nothing I can’t deal with.”

  “You know he’s an adult and you have no responsibility for that kind of thing.”

  I’d happily cut the man out of my life altogether but Belle wasn’t as hard-hearted as me. She’d only get caught bailing him out for the rest of her life if she didn’t harden up.

  “I said I can deal with it.”