Two Can Play

by K. M. Liss

  “You're lovely.”

  “You're lovelier.”

  “Come on, let's go. Where d'you want to go, yours or mine?” I take her case and pick up her hand and start walking towards the exit.

  “You've got a new place here?”

  “Same old place, at home with my mom.”

  “I don't understand. She threw you out, didn't she? I thought you didn't get on. Why are you here anyway?”

  “We've made a lot of progress since then, and now she's got cancer, well, it has made things move a lot faster on the relationship improvement front.”

  “She's got cancer? Oh God no....”

  “Yeah, it's a shocker, I know. But we're gonna get her through it. All of us.”

  “Well I'd really like to meet her, Aaron, but not right now. I can't wait another second to get you alone. Let's go to mine, shall we?”

  “I was hoping you'd say that.” I stop and kiss her forehead.

  As we walk outside, in the early afternoon sunshine, I'm so fucking happy. I squeeze her hand tightly. As she turns her head and smiles at me, I can see she's feeling the same way. We stand in the line for the cab and I hug her tight.

  We're like a pair of teenagers sitting in the back of the cab. Kissing and giggling like idiots. I'm really enjoying being an idiot though. Making the most of it. This is the fun before the serious stuff starts. The cab stops, I pay, and we get out. She lets us in the main door and we walk up the stairs. We're silent, the tension's mounting rapidly with each step we take. The apartment door opens and we're inside, finally alone.

  I pull her toward me, stroking her hair, absorbing her familiar wonderful scent.

  She puts her arm around my neck and pulls my face down to hers.

  I'm feeling lightheaded as she starts kissing me, rubbing herself hard against me. Whimpering sounds are emerging between us. I'm not sure who's making them. I pull away for some air.

  “Baby, I've missed you really bad.” More than just missed her, ached for her all over.

  “I've missed you, too. Every minute of the day and night.” She leans forward again, her lips brushing mine, but I stop her, pulling back. I curb my strong desire to pick her up and rush her in the bedroom, because I want to get things said first.

  “Before we get all steamed up, I want to get everything out in the open.”

  “So do I.”

  “There's things I've been keeping to myself and I want to start again, clean slate.”

  “Right, well, there are things I need to say as well.”

  I go for it in one quick blast. No point dragging it out.

  “I've got eight million in the bank, soon to be twenty-three million. I actually own the recording studio I work in, and up till now, I've been completely commitment phobic. I've never had a real relationship with anyone before you.”

  She laughs at me and I frown in confusion. I didn't think what I said was particularly funny.

  “Oh God, Aaron, this is so unreal...,” she splutters. “I've got twenty-eight million in the bank...my dad's an oil billionaire and I'm a walking disaster. Every relationship I've ever had has been a complete mess. Not that there have been many.”

  Now I'm the one laughing.

  “So you've been lying to me, have you?”

  “No, more like tweaking the truth, but you've been lying to me, haven't you?”

  “No, I've been tweaking the truth as well.”

  We both stare at each other and a serious mood descends.

  “I've dreamed of this moment, Kate.”

  “Mmm, so have I. And I'm going to remember it forever.”

  I sink into her, my tongue winding against hers. Her taste fills my senses. I desperately need her. Every part of me is screaming to get closer. As close as I can. It's been days and days and I'm craving this with all my being.

  She's reading my mind, taking my hand, and leading me to her bedroom.

  She starts to undress herself, but I stop her.

  “No, let me do it.”

  Despite the fact I'm dying to rip her clothes off and throw her on the bed, I really want to take my time. I want to savor the whole experience.

  As I remove each piece of clothing, very slowly, I know I'm unwrapping something so special. She's shaking in my hands. It's so sexy, hot, and sweet, and I'm completely captivated. I drop kisses all over her shoulders and neck and sweep my lips around her face. Everything about her turns me on. The pale soft skin, her long flowing hair, the scent that's all hers. I'm lost in everything Kate as I push her down on the bed and lay by her side, staring into her eyes.

  There's one last thing I need to establish before things go any further.

  “So, you're all mine, are you?”

  “You know I am.”

  “What about him? Marco?”

  “It never got started, and I've said my goodbye.”

  “I don't want you seeing him, for any reason at all. No temptations, no secrets.”

  “I won't, honestly I won't. I've no need to.”

  “Promise?”

  “Cross my heart.”

  I dip my head and take her nipple in my mouth and suck it. I rub my tongue over the hard tip.

  Holy mother, she's so gorgeous...too loveable and fuckable for words.

  She rubs my head and arches herself up from the bed toward me, her breathing loudly and excitedly.

  “Hold me,” she groans.

  I whip everything off in a heartbeat and pull her toward my naked body. She's setting me on fire.

  I'm blazing, my breath ragged, throbbing all over with desire.

  “You feel so good, baby,” I groan.

  I squeeze her ass, nuzzle her neck, trail my fingertips up and down her sides, ’round her shoulders and all over her face. I'm memorizing all the details. Her perfect lips and ears, the contours of her head.

  Tell me I'm not dreaming; this amazing, beautiful thing really does belong to me. Because I'm so willing to give myself to her.

  “I can't wait another second. Please, please make love to me,” she whispers, laying on her back, her hand tugging at my cock as she widens her legs. She takes my hand and pushes it down, rubbing it up and down her soaking wet pussy.

  How I've craved the feel of her, the taste...

  The slightly musky smell I love so much rises from below, overwhelming my senses. It's more than I can take.

  “Oh, Kate, I've really missed you, and this.” In an instant I'm on top of her, a hard thrust later buried deep inside her, my head swimming with every wonderful sensation known to man.

  Kate is so incredibly beautiful to look at, but she feels indescribable inside. Soft, warm, wet, really tight…and now, so mine. I breathe everything in deeply, getting every trace of her aroused female aroma inside my nose.

  I'm so hard and turned on, this isn't gonna be a long one. I'm too far gone already.

  I raise my head and look into her dazed eyes.

  I'm not sure where we're going together. It's a mad roller-coaster ride of shaking, heated feelings. Our eyes are glued to one another. We can't stop looking. My head's in the clouds as I take her. Possess her. It's like nothing I've ever known, impossible to describe what's happening. She's with me the whole way. Every tiny little movement, she mirrors. Staring into my eyes, unblinking. My heart is fluttering, my stomach squeezing, as everything's about to be ripped to orgasmic shreds and explode in my head. I'm on the verge of coming, that blissful state of intensely excited awareness flooding my groin and brain. Her back arches up as her whimpering increases to a wild moan. Her fingers dig into my ass, her nails scraping hard.

  I think we're having sex, but this all seems unreal somehow.

  “Oh, Aaron baby...I'm so yours.” I feel her clamp hard on me as she comes, pulses and spasms, her legs tightening like a vice. I grab her hair and kiss her into oblivion as I get there, joining her in her ecstasy. With one final thrust, I trip into the ultimate pleasure zone. I bury my mouth in her neck, sucking and kissing.

  “No on
e else can make me feel like this.” The whole of my insides have turned to liquid flame. I'm burning up with a flashover of emotion. “I'm never leaving this bed, ever.”

  “You've gotta get up and eat sometime?” she says sweetly in my ear.

  “Fuck food, I want to eat you.”

  “I rather you ate food and fucked me.”

  “Maybe I'll fuck you and then eat you, every last little piece.”

  “Well I've just had my fuck, so I'm ready to be eaten.”

  “You need to go clean up, I like my meals served fresh, not covered in me.”

  “In that case, I'll eat you first, because I don't care how fresh you are. In fact the more covered in me you are, the better.” She pushes me off and over, and I lie back. My smile couldn't get any wider. I want this so bad. I've dreamed of it constantly. She knows just what I want. Every single little thing.

  Her cool fingers stroke me. Her lips caress my stomach, and she's teasing me, her teeth nipping and nibbling. I'm so hard again, in less than two minutes, and desperate to get myself in her mouth.

  “For God's sake, do it,” I plead impatiently. I'm almost at the point of grabbing her hair and pushing her head down when her tongue flicks across my head and she licks the tiny trace of emerging moisture. Her mouth closes over the end of my cock and she sucks and strokes at me with a gorgeous even rhythm.

  I'm flying. Blissful. Blood pulses like crazy, everywhere around my groin. “Christ, Kate...you're an oral angel.”

  As she picks up the pace, my eyes close and I indulge in the heavenly world of Kate's mouth and tongue. The things that little metal stud does to me as she moves it around just can't be described. It's the most arousing sensation ever. It gets me going so deep inside. Like a shot of cocaine in my lower stomach, I'm about to erupt, a volcanic explosion of heated feelings building fast. But I'm trying to hold it back, as I don't want it to be over yet. I want so much more of this, hours and hours of it. Hovering on the threshold of orgasm, pulsing with good feelings and loving every second of her attention and each suck, lick, and hand stroke I receive.

  “Whoa, baby! That's too fucking good.” I grab her hair, weaving my fingers into it, pulling it hard, as I finally give up the struggle to contain myself and come with a loud, deeply felt groan of satisfaction. She draws me in, down the back of her throat as I spurt inside her. It's so totally hot I wanna shout, but my voice has completely disappeared. My mind is blown, absolutely. I've gone off into hyperspace. I can't remember my own name right now. I just lay there moaning incoherently, as she sucks at me until I slide, soft, and gently out of her mouth and she comes up to rest at my side.

  “Can't speak,” I manage to croak in a tiny voice.

  Christ...I can't think either.

  She snuggles up to me, kissing my cheek and I turn and we mold together beautifully tight. Her soft tits are squashed against my chest, her equally soft ass is cupped in my two hands. We're hot and sweaty, sticking together, and it's so damn wonderful. Could anything ever feel any better than being close to someone like this?

  Nothing, ever...she's got me. I'm well and truly hooked. I put my hands up in total surrender.

  “I'm never letting you go. Even if I have to move to L.A.”

  “We'll have to think about that at some stage, won't we? God, I'm so glad you came to Las Vegas. But it's such a shame it all went wrong and we didn't meet up.”

  “Well, it all came good in the end. More than good. It was worth all those plane fares.”

  She lays her arm on my chest, raising her head.

  “So, what made you change your mind and come to find me in Vegas?”

  “I never did change my mind about you, I just went crazy jealous for a while. I felt bad about everything the second I left Venice on that damn plane.”

  “I was praying you'd come back and I could explain.”

  “I was angry, that's all, and then I just felt like shit.”

  “You have a real mean tongue, don't you?”

  “Yep, a real bastard tongue.” I smile, hesitantly.

  “I hope I don't get too many more tongue lashings like that. It really hurt.”

  “I only let rip because I felt so strongly about you, Kate. It shocked the hell out of me as well. I'm so sorry about all that.”

  I rub my finger around her face softly.

  “I never want to hurt you again, just make you feel good and make you smile.”

  She grins at me, lots of pretty white teeth. I love her smile. I could stare at it all day.

  I'm thinking, seriously, if what I feel right now isn't love, then I don't know what is.

  And I really don't mind thinking it.

  Saying it might be a little harder.

  HER

  I'm up, showered and dressed, sitting on my bed next to Aaron, who's still dead to the world. It's not surprising he's exhausted considering how much effort he put into saying hello last night.

  I text Chris and ask about Ricky and the engagement. He seems to be behaving himself as I've not heard anything to the contrary, and I'm always the first to know when he does. I hope he keeps it up and appreciates what he has in her. She's more than a great girl in my opinion. Then I text Mom and explain everything in detail. I've promised her I'll be back in four days max, hopefully with Aaron. That gives us plenty of time to chill together, for him to see his mom, and to sort some things out about her treatment. I hope he can come to Las Vegas with me, but if not, I'll have to accept that. He has more responsibilities than I do.

  I roll on top of him and wake him up with a kiss. And then another. He's extremely kissable.

  “'Morning, handsome.”

  “Mmm, morning to you, too.” His eyes open and he rubs them and stretches all manly style, the full width and length of the bed.

  “Want some breakfast? I'll go and get something from the bakery for you.”

  I plan to make sure he's well fed so he can keep up his excellent performance in the bedroom.

  “Yeah, I'm starving, go get me something big.”

  “Okay, I'll be back in ten.” I put my sandals on and cover up the evidence of my broken arm with a light sweater. I don't really want to discuss that with Mario, it's too complicated. Picking up my purse and keys, I set off towards the plaza. I deliberately don't look in Lorenzo's direction when I turn the corner, just in case I see Marco and he waves at me and I break my promise to Aaron on day one.

  The bakery I love with a passion is called 'Torte Calde', which translates to hot cakes in English. The bell over the door rings loudly drawing the attention of Mario, who pops his head up from cleaning something under the counter. The smell of fresh bread and sweet cakes invades my nostrils pleasantly.

  “Ahhh, bella Kate, sweet as sugar, do I get kiss?” he says enthusiastically, leaning over the counter and offering his plump cheek as I approach.

  He's old enough to be my father, so it's a little embarrassing to be chatted up by him at times, although he is quite funny. I bet he was a real Romeo in his day and obviously old habits die hard.

  I kiss his cheek.

  “And now, the other.”

  I kiss his other cheek.

  “And here.” He points at his mouth.

  “Oh come on then,” I smile and peck his mouth quickly, giggling as our mouths meet.

  We're just drawing apart from our kissing greeting, when Luigi, his son, appears through the door with a tray of pane lungo. Long sub-like bread rolls that are still steaming straight from the oven. The smell is heavenly. I think I'm a yeast addict.

  “How are you, Kate? You look a lot happier than the last time I saw you. Is everything okay now?” he asks me in his perfect English.

  “Yeah, I'm real good now.” I smile at him widely.

  “Well that's good to hear. I was worried about you, you know. If I knew where you lived I'd have sent Izza round to check on you.”

  “For future reference, it's number ten Calle Chiesa, apartment B. And it's so sweet of you to worry.”


  “That's me all over. A big sweetie. Ask Izza.” He laughs. “Anyway, yet again, I feel I must apologize for my pappa. If my poor mother, God rest her soul, could see him sometimes, she'd turn in her grave. He's such an embarrassment with the Signorinas. But as you know, completely harmless.” He tips the rolls into a basket and smiles at me and winks, conspiratorially. Luigi's a sweetheart. Thirty-five-ish, and short at five foot five, I'd guess. And about as wide as well. With a matching wife, Izza. They might be a yeast addicts too, or maybe just food addicts, period.

  I laugh at Mario's scowling expression.

  “Mi Scusi?” Mario ticks his son off in a mild stream of Italian profanity and waves him away, out the back door to where he came from, mock kicking at him crossly. “Ooh, mio figlio.” He makes a loud tutting noise. “So, bella regazza, what's news for you?” he finally continues.

  “No news at all. I've been extremely lazy,” I lie.

  “Holidays again?”

  “Yep. For a few days, then back to Vegas.”

  “Ah yes, now I remember...to see mamma Kate?”

  “Yeah, good old mamma Kate, bless her.” I laugh.

  “And what can Mario give for you today?”

  I scan the heaving food counter with interest.

  “What about those?” I point at something, twirled like a pinwheel, rather large and savory looking, with tomato, cheese and herbs on top. It has “Aaron will love” written all over it.

  “Pizza speciale pasticceria...?”

  “Special sounds good to me.”

  “Molto buona, my own recipe. Pastry flaky. Very. Lots of butter, yes? Mwahhh!” he kisses his fingertips in demonstration.

  “Gimme two, the biggest ones you've got.”

  “Two? One is very big. No two...too much for you.”

  “No...not two for me...one for me and one for him.” I point over my shoulder, in the direction of my apartment.

  “Him, what him? I see no him before, you are my Kate, only mine...,” he says with mock horror.

  “Afraid not, Mario. Aaron's my boyfriend, not you.” I snort with laughter.