Game Player

by B. J. Harvey

  “Motherfucker,” he growls.

  I cry, “Shit, shit, shit.”

  A scene flashes before my eyes of having to tell my mother that I’ve been blinded by a one-eyed trouser snake, suddenly giving a whole new meaning to the phrase cock-blocking. Except in this case, it’s not the fun kind. This thought of course starts me off, and before I can stop myself, I’m giggling my ass off.

  Matt’s hands reach down and hook beneath my arms, lifting me up and over until I’m lying on top of him, naked chest to naked chest. Now it’s his turn to start laughing, but this time he does it with his mouth against my mouth, his lips touching mine. I enjoy this so much my tongue sneaks out to taste his before pulling away again.

  “Have you ever measured it?” I ask with a grin, as his eyes grow wide.

  “No,” he replies with an awkward laugh, totally giving himself away. “Why would I? It does the job,” he says, sounding defensive.

  “Well it certainly doesn’t stop short, does it?”

  He rolls me onto my back and hovers over me. “It always rises to the challenge.”

  I wrap my arms around his shoulders and glide my fingers through his hair. “It’s a hard job, but somebody’s got to do it.”

  “I’m inches above the rest.”

  “There’s stiff competition,” I add, lifting my hips to deepen the friction.

  “There’s no contest, Legs. I’m the biggest you’ll ever have.”

  “Will I, though? Should I have it . . . again?” I whisper.

  “It would be poor form to leave me in such a state, Legs.”

  “It would, wouldn’t it?” I muse. “I must stay strong, rigid even . . .”

  “I think that’s my job. Besides, it might be bad for my health to stay in this state.” He lowers his forehead to mine, his eyes boring into me with such carnal heat, it’s a wonder I don’t spontaneously combust.

  “Blue bean is just as real as blue balls, you know. I read about it in Cosmo.”

  He chuckles, his shaking body sending delicious vibrations throughout my body. “We can’t have that now, can we?”

  His lips brush over mine, so soft and gentle. My body flushes in anticipation of what I hope will be amazing sex with a very sexy—and talented—guy. “I believe it’s time I proved my worth.”

  “Yours or your pork sword?”

  His head jerks back, and he straight out laughs at me. “It’s stab-worthy but definitely no pork will be involved.”

  “The nuclear missile in your pants?”

  “I’m not wearing pants, and it’s definitely not going to cause injury—unless you’re into that kind of thing.”

  “I haven’t tried to deep throat it yet; we can’t rule that out . . .”

  “It’s still early, and I have a lot of stamina; let’s add that to our to-do list.”

  “A sex bucket list?” I ask, my voice turning breathy when he runs his lips down my neck, sucking that sensitive spot I like. “Matt . . .”

  “Legs, shut up and kiss me. There’s too much talking and not enough fuck—”

  I kiss him, unable to hold back anymore. I run my hands out of his hair and down his cheeks until they cradle his jaw. Lifting my head up, I touch my lips to his and open my mouth, greeting his tongue with a come-hither action that earns the dropping of his hard body onto mine and a growl that reverberates around the room.

  My home phone ringing on the nightstand interrupts us. I look down at Matt and my breath stops at the need in his eyes directed at me.

  “I’ve gotta take it; it could be Mom,” I whisper. He nods quickly before reaching over and handing me the phone, then returning his mouth to my neck.

  “Hello,” I say, trying to catch my breath, fully aware that a hot, hard, and very horny Matt is lying beneath me, our naked girl parts and boy parts touching in delicious ways.

  “Meems?”

  Ah fuck! I should’ve expected an after-date debrief from Zoe. I’m actually surprised it isn’t a conference call with Danika, too. It’s somewhat of a tradition now whenever any of us has a first, second, or tenth date—not that I’ve ever gotten to ten.

  “So how did it go?” she asks, not wasting any time.

  Then Matt gives me a wicked grin before planting a foot in the bed and flipping me over onto my back.

  “Shit!” I shriek in shock as Matt’s answering silent chuckle vibrates through my body.

  “What’s wrong?” Zoe asks, her voice tight with concern.

  Shit, now I’m gonna have to lie. “Sorry! Sorry! I’m fine. Just fine.”

  “Mia . . . is Cade still there with you?” she asks.

  “Um . . . no . . .”

  “Oh my god, he is! You slapper!” she says with a laugh.

  Shit, shit, shit! I need to fix this. “Zo, no it’s not—”

  Matt moves quickly, sliding down my body and hooking my ankles over his shoulders then diving in between my legs, lashing me with his tongue. I have to bite my lip to stifle my surprised cry but unfortunately, Zoe doesn’t miss it.

  “I’m letting you go now! Say hi from me,” she says gleefully, and I know I’m going to get so much shit for this from her later.

  “Zo, it’s not what you—”

  “Bye, Meems.”

  “Bye,” I spit out, pushing the end button then chucking the phone sideways, not caring where it ends up because now Matt’s fingers toy with me in time with his tongue flicking over my clit.

  I latch onto his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as he voraciously eats me. He growls against my skin and grabs my hand in his, moving it over my clit and manipulating my fingers to play with myself. Then his tongue pushes inside of me, his hand still moving mine like a puppeteer. My body tightens, and my muscles clench around him.

  “Six,” he murmurs. He lifts up and drops his lips to mine, taking a hungry kiss full of intent. I feel his cock right there, poised to slam inside me and I want it, oh fuck, how I want it.

  “I need a condom, Legs.”

  “No, need you, now.”

  “Mia.” His voice is strained and his eyes are at half-mast.

  “I’m on the pill, Matt.”

  “But, I haven’t—”

  “Would you ever hurt me?”

  “Never,” he growls, his voice turning into a low groan as I tilt my hips and the tip of his cock inches inside.

  My arms tighten around his chest, and looking deep into his eyes, I feel it deep in my bones that this Matt—the Matt who isn’t the cocky asshole wanting any pussy he can get—wouldn’t want to hurt me.

  “Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking wet.”

  “Do it, Matt. Fuck me hard and fast.”

  “I’ve never been bareback with anyone.”

  “Me neither,” I reply quietly. Somehow, the mood turns serious. I’ve never experienced a moment as intimate as this.

  “You trust me?” he replies hoarsely.

  “Yes,” I whisper against his lips and emboldened, I reach down, grip his ass, and pull his hips to mine, his cock slamming inside of me and filling me to the hilt.

  “Fuck!” he grinds out as he starts to move.

  “Hard and fast, Matt,” I murmur against his mouth before nipping his bottom lip and dragging my teeth against it.

  Something snaps, and Matt proves he knows how to screw and do it really fucking well. Every thrust has my body jolting against the bed, pushing me higher and higher. He hooks an arm under my knee, spreading me wider and pushing in deeper. It’s so good my vision starts to go hazy, and all I can do is hold on and enjoy the ride.

  He latches his mouth onto my nipple and sucks deep, grinding the hard peak between his teeth before rolling his tongue over the skin afterward.

  Needing to kiss him, I pull him up and hold his head to mine, my fingers tightening in his hair as we moan—me—and groan—him—into each other’s mouths.

  He rolls onto his back and I straddle his hips, pushing down against him and feeling his huge cock hit my cervix, sending sparks of p
ain and overwhelming pleasure surging through me.

  Cupping my breasts, his eyes stay glued to mine as I ride him, grinding down hard and sliding all the way up until I almost lose him, before doing it all over again.

  “Fucking amazing,” he rasps, and my climax barrels down on me so I ride harder and faster. Matt’s hands move to my hips and grip tight as he bucks up on my downward stroke, and I scream my release as he cries out his own.

  I collapse down on him, his cock still pulsing inside of me and I know—I know—that if I thought I was in trouble before, I’m definitely in fucking trouble now.

  I haven’t seen Mia since Sunday morning, when I finally let her get out of bed.

  Her body is as amazing as I’d imagined. She’s a wildcat in the sack with an appetite that rivals my own and before I left, I made sure she knew this was not going to be a one-time deal.

  Monday night, I’d been at home doing paperwork and checking building plans when I took a break to send her a text.

  Matt—How was your boss today?

  Mia—Nate’s not the boss, I am.

  Matt—Don’t let him hear that. He told me he likes having his favorite aunt do everything for him.

  Mia—LOL. He does like that.

  Matt—I like her doing stuff to me, too.

  Mia—Smooth, Matt. Real smooth.

  Matt—Is it working though?

  Mia—Is what working?

  Matt—Are you smiling now?

  Mia—Maybe . . .

  Matt—I’d have you more than smiling if I was there right now.

  She hadn’t replied straight away, and I’d braced myself for her to back off again. What I hadn’t expected was the photo message she’d sent me as her response.

  I couldn’t see her face; all I’d seen was a black lace bra that did nothing but cover the skin—not hiding anything—and the top of matching panties with her fingers resting just inside the material.

  Instant fucking hard-on. Like, my boy had thought all its birthdays, Thanksgivings, and Christmases had come at once.

  Matt—Thursday night, dinner at my place. Wear that. Exactly that.

  Mia—You cook?

  Matt—THAT is what you really wanna know? Not what I want to do to you?

  Mia—Oh, I know what you wanna do to me. I’m imagining it now while my purple B.O.B. does the job you can’t do right now.

  Jesus fucking Christ. My cock had throbbed, desperate for something warm and wet and all Mia to sink into.

  Something changed for us on Sunday morning—not just for Mia, but for me. I’ve claimed her now. The feeling of her tight, wet cunt wrapped around my dick, with nothing between us, was unlike anything I’d ever felt before and probably will never feel again.

  Yes, I’ve wanted her for a long time, in exactly what capacity I’m not sure, but Sunday morning it all became clear. I want to show Mia the other side of me, the one that only those close to me get.

  I clock-watched all day Thursday, just waiting for five p.m. so that I could get home and wait for Mia to turn up.

  I’m just walking in the door when my cell rings. Only having one hand free, I answer it without looking at the screen because if it’s gonna be anyone, I figure it will be Mia.

  “Hey,” I answer with a smile.

  “Aww my little brother sounds happy. You won’t be when I tell you what I’ve got to tell you, though.”

  “What happened?” I reply, feeling antsy now.

  “Cade stayed at Mia’s after their date.”

  Oh, is that all? Hang on . . .

  “What did you say?”

  “Zoe rang Mia the morning after to find out how her date with Cade went, and Zo says he was there while she was on the phone.”

  “And Mia confirmed this?”

  “When she came to watch Nate on Monday she all but confirmed it,” he replies nonchalantly.

  I’m gonna fucking wring her neck.

  “Spoken to Cade?” I ask gruffly, trying to hide my simmering anger from my unfortunately intuitive brother.

  “Yeah, he tells a different story, but you know what that guy’s like. He acts like a saint when really he’s just as much of a womanizer as you are.”

  “Not anymore I’m not.”

  “You met someone and you didn’t tell me?”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize we’d both grown vaginas overnight.”

  “Vagina is such a technical term,” my brother—the doctor—replies. “I much prefer the word snatch.”

  “Only you would like the term snatch to describe pussy. Knowing you, you’ve probably got a pet name for Zoe’s.”

  He chuckles but notably does not disagree.

  “I fucking knew it. Bet you call it Rose or something just as lame.”

  “If you only knew what my wife was into, brother.”

  “I’ll ask her next time she pops in for the good stuff,” I taunt.

  “Asshole,” he growls. “Anyway, Cade and Mia, it’s a thing. There’s always Danika if you really wanted a Roberts sister.”

  “Dude, you can’t be serious. That’s cradle snatching.”

  “Yeah, you’re probably right. You’d corrupt poor Dani,” he says with a laugh. “Anyway, I’m just calling to see whether you’re taking anyone to Mom and Dad’s anniversary party.”

  “Hadn’t really thought about it,” I say, trying to brush him off.

  “I suppose it might be better if you don’t subject us to a new piece of tail. They might get ideas about you having a happily-ever-after.”

  “You’re a jerk,” I reply, a little bitter. It’s not like Noah can talk; he nailed more than his share of women before settling down with Zoe.

  “Just calling it as I see it, little bro. I’d be the first in line to congratulate you if you met a woman that knocked you on your ass.”

  If only he knew that I might’ve already met her.

  “So you called to tell me Cade nailed Mia then? Rubbing it in?”

  “Like you’d ever be able to handle Mia, or that she’d ever give you the time of day.”

  “Lovely,” I reply snidely.

  “Well, I better get back to work. I’ll tell Mom you’re riding solo for the party.”

  “No,” I answer a little too quickly. “I’ll sort something out.”

  “Right,” he says disbelievingly. “How’s work?”

  “It’s good. Still on schedule and under budget.”

  “Dad’ll be pleased. He’s real proud of you, you know?”

  “Hoping he’ll show me that by letting me take over.”

  “Keep going the way you’re going and he will, Matt.” I can’t say it doesn’t feel good having my big brother’s support. He’s always looked out for me and knowing him, probably always will.

  “Okay, enough of the D&M. I’ve gotta go cook dinner.”

  “You’re cooking?”

  “Yeah, do it every night,” I say deadpan.

  “Hot date?”

  “Noah, you’re worse than your wife.”

  “Nah, Zoe would wanna know who, how, and whether it was a just a ploy to get in the girl’s pants.”

  “Nice to know my sister-in-law has a high opinion of me.”

  He just laughs in response. “Shit, I’ve just been paged. Gotta go. Golf this weekend?”

  “Yep. Gotta keep you grounded somehow, and kicking your ass weekly seems to do the trick.”

  “Smartass. See you then,” he says, and ends the call.

  Checking the time, I see I’ve only got an hour and a half before Mia’s due to turn up. Needing to keep my mind off her and her lie about Cade—the lie she made a choice not to clear up—I move to the kitchen and put the groceries away before jumping in the shower, then starting dinner. I try to keep my mind off why she didn’t just tell Zoe that she was with me and why she’s been so adamant to keep me at arms’ reach until last weekend when I steam rolled my way past her defenses.

  I get the situation is complicated. We share family, a nephew, and a big gr
oup of friends, so there is the potential for things to get awkward if things don’t work out between us. What I don’t get is why she’d think I’d take such a risk if I wasn’t truly interested. I thought I’d made myself clear on the weekend. I thought I’d gotten through to her when she told me she trusted me.

  It appears I’ve still got my work cut out for me. Lucky for me—and her—I’ve never been afraid of hard work when it comes to women; I know Mia’s worth my time and effort. The biggest challenge is making her see that I’m worth hers.

  Right on time, my doorbell rings and I drape the dish towel over my shoulder and make my way to the door.

  I swing it wide open and swallow my tongue at Mia’s brown hair flowing over her shoulders in loose waves, her flawless face natural and definitely not overdone. That’s not to say she hasn’t made an effort; she’s just Mia. She looks exactly the same as when I woke up next to her Sunday morning. She’s effortlessly beautiful. She doesn’t need caked on makeup, short skirts or hours of preparation time—she’s fucking perfect, and instantly I remember how it felt to be inside her and how much I’m looking forward to doing it again.

  “Hey,” I say, greeting her with a huge smile.

  “Ah hey,” she says, her voice a little breathy. She holds out a bag with Spirelli’s on the side of it.

  “What’s this?” I ask, grabbing the bag from her.

  “I felt weird not bringing anything, so I swung by that Italian restaurant the gang rave about and got us some Tiramisu.”

  “Awesome. That shit is the bomb.”

  Her eyes are bright, and her shoulders relax. “Do you think I can come in, or are we eating al fresco on the doorstep?”

  I freeze and realize that I forgot to invite her in. I chuckle and move to the side, inviting her in and not missing my chance to check out her ass in her jeans which are so tight they look painted on.