Forbidden Games

by JB Duvane

  Something has definitely changed. The way he’s looking at me now, it’s like a switch has been flipped and an animal has been unleashed. I’ve always dreamed of him looking at me like this; like nothing on Earth could stop him from ravaging every inch of my body.

  He crawls on top of me and slowly makes his way up my body, his head dipping down so that he can kiss my skin every few inches, but all the while he keeps his eyes on mine.

  When his face is finally hovering over mine, his lips brushing gently over my sensitive skin, he smiles his sexy, crooked smile. "You’re amazing," he says, his eyes wide and dark. "Everything about you, Zoe. You’re perfect."

  "Really?" I ask. I can feel my eyes glazing over with tears; the happiest tears I’ve ever cried in my life. "I've wanted to hear you say that for so long, Evan.”

  “I’ve felt this way for a long time. I just didn't know how to tell you …"

  "Tell me what?"

  "That I love you. I'm in love with you, Zoe.”

  A huge smile spreads across my face and I wrap my arms around Evan’s neck, pulling his lips to mine. But just before our lips meet again, I say the words that I’ve only ever said in my dreams. "I love you too, Evan."

  I can feel his cock growing hard against me as it presses into the space between my thighs. I reach down to hold him in my hand and my eyes grow wide. "Jesus Christ, Evan. You’re huge," I say as I try in vain to wrap my hand around the shaft.

  A smile spreads across his face as he watches my reaction. He must know I’ve never had anything this big inside me. “That’s all for you, Zoe. Think you can handle it?”

  I laugh and wrap my legs around him again, then grind into the massive slab that rests between my wet pussy lips. “I can handle anything you give me.”

  I feel Evan’s cock slip away. I want to hold him and keep him from moving away, but he’s determined. His lips trail back down my stomach and he stops in midair just before my spread legs. “Just wait," he says. "I have some important business to attend to first."

  I giggle and squirm as his lips make their way down the ticklish space of my inner thigh. He even makes sex sound like serious business.

  His breath is hot and tingly as it travels over my skin, then all at once his mouth is covering my entire pussy. I gasp and squirm but he holds my thighs firmly. I open my eyes for a moment and he’s watching my every move. He pushes my legs as wide as they will go and devours every part of me.

  My hips move toward him when I feel his fingers enter me. They push inside me and curl forward and touch a place that no one has ever touched. Suddenly I can’t think or see or hear. All I can do is feel Evan, his mouth on my clit and his fingers inside me.

  I pull my legs up and hold onto them. I want to open myself up as wide as I can for him. And when the orgasm washes over me, I don’t feel a separation between us at all. I can’t tell where I end and where he begins. I’m floating in a space that only includes the two of us.

  When my body stops convulsing and my legs start to close, Evan moves on top of me quickly. He moves the head of his cock up and down my pussy for a moment, then watches my eyes as he enters me.

  At first, I think he must already be all the way inside me, but I’m totally wrong.

  “Do you want me to slow down?” he asks, a concerned look on his face. “Do you think you can take more of me in?”

  “You’re not all the way in?” I gasp.

  “No. Not even close.”

  I look down and am amazed to see that the only thing inside me is the head of his cock. “Oh my God,” I say under my breath.

  “Are you okay, Zoe? Am I hurting you?”

  “No, I’m fine,” I say. “I want you inside me, Evan. All of you.”

  “I’ll go slow.” His body starts to move as he makes shallow thrusts into me, but his eyes don’t leave mine for one second.

  I can feel him pushing into me and spreading me wide. “Oh God, Evan.”

  I close my eyes and roll my head back, but every time I open them again, he’s right there staring down at me. Deep moans are coming from my throat with each thrust. I can feel him enter me deeper and deeper, filling me up completely.

  “Evan,” I scream when I feel his body grind up against mine. I know that he’s in all the way, and my body and mind are exploding with pleasure. “Oh God, Evan, you feel amazing!”

  He starts to pick up speed, each thrust making me scream. But I’m not in pain. I’m screaming for Evan to fuck me harder. I want to feel that massive cock slam into me with full force.

  With a growl that shoots straight to my pussy, Evan grips my ass cheeks and holds me in place while he rams his cock into me.

  My body starts to shake and I lose complete control of myself. I don’t know what I’m doing or saying anymore. I just know that having Evan inside me is the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.

  “Zoe,” he gasps. “Oh fuck, I’m coming.”

  Evan’s body tenses, then he pushes himself into me even further and holds me there. I can feel him quiver when he shoots his warm stream inside me. I wrap my arms around him and feel his body moving against mine until every ounce of energy is drained from both of us.

  Evan rolls to the side, but stays inside of me and we fall asleep intertwined in each other’s arms.

  "So what was Kyle talking about in the car?” I ask. I know he’s awake, because he’s been kissing me for the last ten minutes. I watch Evan’s eyes open as a smile spreads across his face.

  “Oh, so you were awake for that? How much did you hear?"

  "Pretty much everything," I say with a grin. "I heard him tell you that you should tell me how you felt about me. If I hadn’t, I don't think I would've had the guts.”

  "The guts for what?" he asks, tightening his grip on me.

  "To get in the shower with you. I mean, I still wasn’t sure what you were going to do. But when I saw you in there, looking so incredibly sexy with all that water dripping down your body …" I drop my head to Evan’s chest. I can feel my face getting hot from telling him how I feel.

  "Well, I'm glad I looked so good,” he says, his body shaking with laughter. “To tell you the truth, I was feeling pretty bad about everything. I didn’t know what to say to you. I’m really glad you worked up the courage. I don't know if I would've been able to."

  "But why?"

  "I didn't want to hurt you. I know your dad really did a number on you and I felt like I needed to be a better man than he was. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, and like I said, I didn't want to be selfish.” Evan takes my face in his hands. “I don't ever want to be the reason that you cry, Zoe. I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy. That’s all I want now.”

  “I don’t know what to say.” Of course my eyes are filling with stupid tears again. I’ve cried so much in the last couple days, but the thing is, ever since I kissed Evan, they’ve all been happy tears. Every single one.

  I’m in awe of him now. I realize just how much he cares; how much he’s always cared. He’s been trying to keep me safe all this time. He’s risked his life over and over to save me from those men, then from Max. I don’t know how I got so lucky to have someone like him in my life, or how it’s possible that someone as amazing as Evan could actually be in love with me.

  I put my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat while more tears fall from my eyes. I’ve never been more comforted by a sound in my life. I’d be the happiest person in the world even if that’s I ever heard again.

  "So are you going to work with those guys?” I ask after a long silence.

  "Well, I’ll see how things go with Graham."

  "So he's the other one that ran The Daddy Games?"

  "Yeah, he's my other partner."

  "And now you’re going to be partners with them in that whole thing?”

  “Well, I hope so. I don't have a job."

  I look up at Evan and he laughs.

  “It really blows my mind that you’re friends with them,” I say. />
  “Why?”

  “I don’t know. They’re so … into sex.” I laugh out loud at what I’ve just said.

  “And I’m not?”

  I can feel my face getting hot again. “No, you know what I mean. Those guys are really into sex.”

  “Explain to me how I’m not really into sex?” The smile on Evan’s face disappears and I’m worried that I’ve offended him.

  “No, it’s just that—“

  “I’m listening.”

  “No, I mean—“

  “I’m all ears. Please explain how these guys are so much more into sex than I am.”

  “Evan! What I mean is … oh God, I don’t even know what I mean.” I bury my face in Evan’s chest and try to hide from him.

  “You sure as hell don’t, young lady. You may regret having said that for the rest of your life. I think I’m going to have to show you just how into sex I am.”

  I scream as Evan flips me over on the bed and when I see the smile on his face and the intense look in his eyes, I know I’m really in for it now.

  The End

  11 Epilogue - Evan

  I open the front door and am immediately greeted by the overwhelming scent of roasted meat of some sort. I close the door behind me, listening to Zoe clank utensils around while she opens and closes drawers in the kitchen.

  Much to my surprise, Zoe started cooking for us—creating elaborate meals and desserts and all sorts of delicious things—the day after we got back to my house. There wasn't even a moment’s question between us about whether she'd move in after everything that had happened. I opened my eyes that next morning and she slipped right into my life, wrapped around me like the most comfortable and best-fitting pair of jeans I could imagine.

  When we woke up in each other’s arms that day four months ago, I panicked when I realized how little there was to eat in the house. I’d been hiding out in hotels for so long I was pretty sure the only thing in the cupboard was an old packet of spaghetti. And no sauce.

  Without me saying a word, Zoe was online within seconds ordering groceries. And that night she prepared a simple but delicious meal of Irish stew and soda bread for the two of us. She smiled at my numerous compliments and was clearly proud to let me know that she'd learned how to cook on her own.

  "Everything you could ever want to learn in on the internet," she said with a beautiful blush to her cheeks. "I mean, every question I've ever typed into Google pops up in the search box like it's already been asked a million times. It's amazing," Zoe marveled. “As far as I’m concerned, it’s barely necessary to go to school for anything anymore. I just haven’t had anyone to practice on. Until now.” There was a mix of sadness and hope in her eyes that tugged at my heart, filling it even fuller with the desire to give her everything she has ever wanted and needed.

  “You didn’t do any cooking at home?” I asked, hoping that question wouldn’t make those beautiful eyes sad again. While I watched for her reaction, I couldn’t get over how happy all this made her—how she immediately jumped to action. If it had been up to me, I’d probably have lived off of that stale pound of spaghetti in the cupboard for another day or two before venturing out into the world again. It hadn’t even occurred to me to order food online and have it delivered.

  “No. Mom and Dad were never very interested in anything I did. Especially once I started high school. I think they were both a lot happier when I kept to myself and they didn’t have to see or hear from me.”

  “Well, you can practice on me all day long,” I said, reaching across the table and covering her hand with mine. “I want to know about everything you do, Zoe. You’re the most important thing in the world to me.”

  Tears filled her eyes and I realized that, all this time while I’d been wanting to protect her and be everything her deadbeat father never was for her, she'd been waiting for someone to come along that she could take care of too. And as I looked into those eyes and watched the trails of tears roll down her cheeks, I realized that I needed her just as much as she needed me.

  I’d shut myself down a long time ago, never letting myself fall in love or even in like. I’d completely thrown myself into business school and then the company and spent most of my spare time keeping an eye on Griff. The only thing I’d left myself time for was the occasional one night stand.

  When I walk into the kitchen and Zoe hears my footsteps and immediately turns to look at me with the brightest eyes I’ve ever seen. Every single day I'm more and more amazed by the changes in her. When I picked Zoe up on the street a couple of months ago, I swore she hated my guts. I figured I’d just become another asshole adult to her, and the look in her eyes told me that she was going to try to get as far away from me as possible the next chance she had. Little did I know that would be just hours later.

  But now when I look into her eyes and see the way she looks up at me, it’s like I’m seeing her for the very first time. Whether it’s when her eyes first open in the morning or when I walk in the door after spending the day with Graham and Kyle working on getting the next contest up and running, she always takes my breath away. I’ve never had anyone look at me with such genuine excitement before. Being with Zoe has finally made me feel truly wanted for the first time in my life. And from what she’s told me, the feeling is mutual.

  "Hey!" she says, crossing the spacious kitchen that has barely been used. Until Zoe, that is. Now it’s stocked—overflowing really—with cakes and pies and snacks. She asks me what kinds of things I like and she makes them. Every single day. Although how she expects the two of us to eat all of this in between the massive meals she prepares is beyond me. But I’m not complaining. I can’t get enough of anything she touches.

  I feel her warm arms slide around my waist and her soft breasts press into me. "How was your day," she asks as her lips slowly make their way along my jawline from my ear to my mouth. She seems to love kissing that part of my face. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you." Zoe undoes my tie and it makes a whooshing sound when she yanks it down.

  I wrap my hands around Zoe's head and kiss her with smiling lips. I still can’t believe that she’s mine—really mine—even after all these months we’ve had together.

  Some days, when I’m on my way home from work, I wonder for a moment if this is all a dream. I’m terrified that I’ll get back here and open the door to the sad, empty house I’d lived in by myself for years. It’s still hard for me to imagine that my life could possibly be this good and that I could get what I want. Sometimes I wonder if I deserve to be this happy and think maybe it’ll wake up to the truth that I don’t.

  But then I walk in and see that look on her face and I thank God. It’s all real. Zoe really does love me and she’s really here with me. For good.

  ”Not bad,” I say. “I think we're making some headway with the new cam sites. We're trying out a new program that keeps the video streams from being captured, even by the most advanced apps. But it's probably something I'm going to have to work on continually." My words come out slowly as I absentmindedly kiss my way across Zoe's soft hair and face, lingering on her eyelids, then stopping just before I bring my lips to hers.

  I slowly move my head down. I can feel the warmth of her breath as it teases my lips, then in one quick movement, I push my hand through her hair and around the back of her head, then press my lips to hers. I can feel her body giving in to me completely as I devour her, my tongue reaching inside her.

  My mouth moves down her jaw, wanting to taste every inch of her, and she gasps again when I approach the sensitive skin of her neck. I’ve never been with a woman who’s body reacted to me the way Zoe’s does, especially when my lips travel down her spine. Zoe moans and presses herself into me, curling one of her legs around mine.

  "Wait … Evan … " Her eyes are closed and her body is still wrapped around mine when I pull back and look down at her with a furrowed brow. Her big blue eyes open up and a sweet smile spreads across her face. "I have to take dinner out of the oven." Sh
e kisses me once more, then bites her lip and backs away from me, letting her eyes linger on mine while she makes her way across the room. God she’s sexy.

  "Better watch out," I tease as her ass smacks into the oven door. She giggles and turns around, then grabs a pair of oven mitts off the counter. I’m watching her pull them on and I suddenly can’t remember seeing anything as sexy and seductive in my life. I'm getting a Suzy homemaker's reverse striptease and I can barely contain myself.

  When Zoe bends over and her perfect yoga-pants-covered ass is presented to me, I cross the room and run my hands down the sides of her hips, then around in circles, accentuating the round curves. Zoe giggles as she places a large roasting pan on top of the stove, then closes the oven door. I’m glad that’s all over with because I’m having a hard time controlling myself now. The thin fabric of her T-shirt hasn’t left much to the imagination, but I can’t wait to peel it over those incredible breasts.

  Every one of my senses is overwhelmed with what’s going on around me—the smell of the food, the way Zoe looks and feels, and the sound of the soft moans that emerged when my hands started to caress her ass.

  "Oh God … Evan … that feels amazing," she says in short, breathy bursts. "I want you inside me, now."

  "What about dinner?" I tease as my hands make their way up her narrow waist. I have no intention of letting anything come in between our bodies now.

  "It'll be fine,” she gasps. “It's … a roast and … it needs to sit for a bit anyway." She looks over her shoulder at me and bites her lip. "At least fifteen minutes," she says in a breathy whisper.

  I wrap my hands around her from behind and grab fistfuls of her luscious breasts. "You even manage to make that roast sound sexy," I growl into her ear.

  "If you liked that…" she says, pausing with another gasp when my fingers find her rock-hard nipples. “… then you'll love hearing about the cake …"

  I pull her shirt up over her head, then wrap one of my hands around both of her wrists, bending her back so that her head is resting on my chest. "What kind of cake?" I whisper into her ear.