Two Can Play

by K. M. Liss

  “Go in.”

  Beautiful... Classic...

  My eyes sweep around, taking it all in. There's a heavy hint of lavender polish in the air and another lingering perfume. I'm admiring the ornate ceiling and carved stair rails when she appears.

  “Ah there you are, late as usual.” She smiles at us and hugs him, and then air kisses me. “Hello, Kate. Pleased to meet you. I'm Lorna.”

  “Pleased to meet you, too.”

  “Come in, we're all here.”

  He takes my hand and smiles at me reassuringly as he leads me in.

  The room is full of expensive, smart furniture and expensive smartly dressed women. I'm so pleased I have the Chanel on today as it blends in so well here.

  There are two blondes, one brunette, his mother, and three little girls; one a young baby, asleep on one of the blonde's laps.

  “This is Kate,” Aaron announces to the female gathering.

  I receive a chorus of hellos. They sound pleasant enough. I “hello” back.

  He proceeds to introduce me.

  “This is Isobel, her baby daughter Carly, and Lola, and her daughters, Molly and Daisy. This is Paula who likes to be different and hasn't produced a daughter.”

  “Aaron...will you shut up?” she says, rolling her eyes and laughing.

  “As you can see, there's way too many women in the family,” he continues.

  I'm seeing a little bond here with Paula. They look quite similar, dark eyes and hair, like his dad, I'm guessing. The other two look like his blue-eyed mom. Younger versions of her. A little snooty looking.

  No, be honest...a lot snooty looking.

  I sit down and we look at each other awkwardly.

  “I'm gonna go change, won't be long,” Aaron says disappearing out the door. His mother starts the conversation asking what I do for a living and about my parents. I'm polite but deliberately vague. I don't want to go into everything right now.

  After what seems like a few short minutes Isobel stands to leave and Lola follows her up.

  “I'm sorry it's so brief, but we're on a flying visit. I'll have to catch you later, when it's not my mother-in-law's birthday. She's having a party that I'm due at in twenty minutes. Anyway, it's been nice to meet you, Kate.”

  “She's dropping me off I'm afraid, so I've got to go too,” Lola adds.

  They kiss my cheek in passing and disappear with their small female tribe.

  “Care for a glass of wine?” Paula asks me, launching up from the sofa and beckoning for me to follow her.

  “Just a small one would be nice, thanks.” It'll calm my nerves.

  “Come and choose which.”

  I follow her out to the kitchen and remove my jacket. It's too warm to wear it any longer.

  She opens the large American-style cooler and gestures inside.

  “Can I have a rosé, please,” I request, after a having a quick look.

  She takes the bottle out and pours me a small glass and herself a much bigger one.

  “There you go. So, what's with the arm?”

  “Couldn't handle my new high heels. I fell down some steps.”

  “Ouch, that sounds like a real bad trip.”

  “Yeah, a trip I don't want to repeat,” I agree with a laugh.

  “I must say I'm very impressed with you, Kate. How the hell d'you tame wild boy?”

  “I beat him up,” I snigger. The thought of me beating Aaron up is hilarious.

  “You must have done. Jeez, it's a miracle.”

  “Awww, don't, he's such a sweetheart.”

  “Yeah, how about that? He's been pure gold lately. I guess he's finally turned the decent-human-being corner. Did you have to drag him kicking and screaming around it?”

  She laughs at her own little joke and I laugh with her.

  Not entirely fair, I feel. But then again, I don't really know what he was like before he met me. Maybe I'll coax all that out of him. Discover what his uncommitted no-relationship life was really like. Or do I want to go there? It might be best not to know.

  “What d'you think? Do I need a some pressing or will I do?” His voice comes from behind me, interrupting my thoughts. I turn to look.

  SO Mr. Got It All.

  I'm about to pass out with smart-man lust.

  “You'll do,” Paula replies on my behalf. Which is just as well, because I really can't speak right now.

  The darkest blue suit, palest blue shirt, the sexiest tie I've ever seen, which is kinda messily done up. His lean waist and broad shoulders are accentuated by the perfect tailoring. I'm fainting...my head's muzzy and lights are flashing in my eyes.

  Definitely love and lust struck.

  “Oh yeah...you'll do all right,” I hear myself mutter, breathlessly.

  I'm swept into his arms and receive a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. I suck in a deep breath and smile like a besotted idiot. He's drenched in something ethereal. Something new. I sniff it in hungrily, in a state of rapture.

  He whispers in my ear. “I still wanna get that dress off you, baby.”

  I laugh and get my breathing going in a proper rhythm again.

  God, we're a right pair of sexed-up lovers.

  “Phew, I'm drowning in an avalanche of hormones. I'm off,” Paula says with a grin. She leaves the kitchen, and us alone.

  “I love you, baby.” I kiss him like mad. “God, you look soooo hot!”

  “This is the other me. I'm really smart, aren’t I?”

  “I wanna jump you.”

  “Come upstairs and you can.”

  “No!”

  “Come up to my room,” he says with a wicked grin.

  “But they'll know,” I gesture toward the living room.

  “I'll tell Mom we're having some private 'us' time.”

  “You will not.”

  He stares at me in amusement.

  “I wouldn't embarrass you like that, Kate.”

  “Oh good, because I was wondering for a minute.”

  “I'll tell her you want to see the house and my room, that's all. Come on. Ten little minutes on our own.”

  I take his hand and he pokes his head in the living room, saying, “Back in a few minutes, giving Kate a tour.” and then leads me upstairs, to his place, locking the door behind him.

  I take a quick look around. Large bedroom, small kitchen, neat bathroom. Basic but nice.

  “Finished looking around?”

  “I guess.” I smile at him.

  I lean against the bedroom doorframe as he approaches me. “So...you like what you see?” he says with a smile, as his eyes lock onto mine. So dark brown and beautiful. My heart lurches with a real pain. I don't think I could ever love anyone more than him.

  “I love what I see,” I say with a sigh.

  “And I love what I see. Let me see some more.”

  His hand reaches behind and unzips me, pushing my dress off my shoulders.

  My dress slips to the floor. His eyes rake me over as I stand there in my very beautiful and highly expensive, lacy black underwear.

  “We don't want to crease that suit and shirt any more than it is already, do we?” I say, taking off his things carefully, and undoing his pants and tugging them down. I place them neatly on his chair and turn. Suddenly, we're in a mad rush to the final bits off. He drags my panties off impatiently. I start to undo my bra, but he stops me.

  “Leave that and your shoes on,” he growls out, pulling me to him.

  “Oh, baby, this is so damn hot.”

  I'm soaking wet. It's oozing down my thigh.

  One look at him in the buff is all it takes for me to start flowing like a river. I reach up, to touch his face. I'm dying to lick every part of him.

  He holds me at arm’s length, staring. We're breathing heavily, dying for each other. I wonder if it'll ever end. This mad craving we have. It's too strong. Mind blowing. All consuming. “I can't live without you, Kate.” He places his hand on my heart.

  “I feel the same.” I place my hand on
his.

  I pull him in roughly and kiss him passionately.

  His tongue plays with mine, lapping back and forth, ’round and ’round. His hands slam me close, grinding my hips into his. Rubbing his hard cock around my stomach. The heat's rising like a sheet of flame between us as I push my leg between his and rub my hot and very wet pussy against his thigh enthusiastically. I slide around, marking him with my scent, like a bitch staking her claim on the alpha dog. I want to rub myself everywhere, soaking every inch of his skin with me, all over his face...

  I scrape my nails up his back and into his hair, grabbing a handful, yanking it hard, meaningfully, possessively.

  And then the fire consumes us both.

  He pushes me against the wall, picking me up.

  “Oh, baby, you're killing me...,” he groans.

  I wrap my legs around his hips as he sinks deeply inside. Heat rushes everywhere. My hair falls down around his face as I whisper in his ear.

  “You're so mine, every inch of you belongs to me.”

  His lips and teeth graze on my neck and his hands hold my ass as he moves me on him, his strong arms lifting, sliding himself in and out of my wet and yielding body. My head drops backward, eyes closed. I blaze like an inferno, and pulse with involuntary spasms, moaning with need, excitement and intense arousal. I hang on him, my good arm tightly hooked round his neck, as he pumps into me fiercely, his fingertips digging into the softness of my ass, squeezing me hard. I'm lost in his strength and the deep-reaching penetration.

  He turns around and drops me on my back on his bed, knocking all the breath from my body, then drags me impatiently to the edge, turning me over and planting my heels on the floor.

  I spread my legs wide and lean forward, my hand braced on the bed as he enters me again. My other hand cups his balls through my legs, massaging him as he drives into me so hard.

  I gasp in wild reaction.

  “Aaron, oh baby,” I moan with a mixture of shock and passion.

  I'm so possessed; I'm almost a part of him. And we're fusing with the heat between us.

  His hands are all over me, everywhere he can reach. Pulling my hair, dragging my head back. His fingers grab at my lacy tits, squeezing at them; long fingers delve down, sliding around in my wetness, probing all around and over my clit. I'm wildly aroused, flaming, under the scorching heat of his hands..

  “Are you feeling this, honey?” he growls out.

  I don't want to speak. I don't think I can. I moan my reply in sounds.

  “Mmm...mmm.”

  God, I'm really feeling it. More than feeling it. I'm beyond myself.

  He withdraws and turns me around to face him. I'm a quivering mess, there's no strength in my legs, or anywhere. I sag against him, moaning, “I love you” over and over while he kisses my face. He lays me on the floor on his soft and fluffy black rug, and opens my legs wide. I lay there waiting in a state of suspended ecstasy, while he kneels in front of me. He looks like he's worshiping me, praying on his knees, in a divine trance. My chest rises and falls with my labored breathing. I hold my arms out to him.

  “Love me, please?”

  His trance is broken by my words and he sinks down and into me. His hard, muscular body, cushioned on and within my softness. I wrap my legs and my insides squeeze at his prick. Next to his heart, it's the most wonderful, delicious and precious thing I've ever owned. The things that part of him does to me are in the realms of fantasy.

  It's a wild blur of him, him, him...doing crazy wild things. A world of steaming, emotional, and physical joy. He pushes me to my limits, the way he moves and manipulates my body, turning me, lifting my backside, here and there and every way.

  But this is beyond the physical. The last thing I remember is him wrapping my legs around his neck. I cross my ankles tightly. He sinks in so deep and I can feel him in places I've never experienced before. I’m completely blown apart by him. I lose consciousness soon after that. I'm gone. I've left my body.

  I don't know how many minutes have passed, as time has ceased to exist in my fucked-senseless little world.

  “Kate....” His voice connects with my brain, through the heated sex fog surrounding me.

  His hands are stroking my face. His lips brush mine.

  “Kate, honey, come on,” he whispers in my ear.

  “Mmm?” I manage.

  “Time to get dressed now.”

  “Uh-uh, no can do. Tell your mom I'm having a fainting fit.”

  He laughs at me.

  But I'm not laughing. I really am feeling faint and strangely nauseous. My insides are aching like hell and my head is so hot I think I've come down with a sex fever. Or maybe I've just overdosed on him and I'm coming down from my trip.

  “Are you okay?” he asks in concern, staring into my eyes.

  “No, I'm so fucked out. What the hell did you do to me?”

  ~ * ~

  Two hours later, we're now in the highly esteemed, Michelin-starred Cesare's restaurant, eating a superb Italian meal.

  His mom, Paula, and the two of us.

  His mom is pleasant to me, but Paula is more than lovely and very funny. Aaron and Paula certainly bounce off each other well. I'm feeling very comfortable with the company this evening.

  We talk, and it's all about me, well, mostly. Not through my choice, but I seem to be the hot topic of conversation. I answer all the questions as best I can. Although the ones about my father are difficult. I really don't know enough about him. I must do something about that.

  Aaron holds my hand, kisses my cheek, and hugs me almost non-stop.

  Much as I'm enjoying the meal and meeting his family, I so want to leave this place and go back to mine. I'm desperate for every second I can get alone with him, before I have to leave for Vegas. Three little days together, that's all we have. And it could be weeks before I see him again. I try not to brood and ruin what little time there is.

  I'm thinking of moving to New York. I'm going to be working with him, so it makes sense. I'll miss my friends, but I'd miss Aaron much more if I were stuck in L.A. I have no real need to be there. I'll give my penthouse apartment to Christine as a wedding gift. Assuming she does in fact get married to Ricky.

  If everything goes wrong and, heaven forbid, disaster strikes with Aaron, I'd be devastated...but I've got my new Vegas home. With Harry and Mom. That'll have to serve as my emergency bolthole.

  My thoughts are brought back to the present as the live band starts up. It's contemporary, modern Italian music they are playing. Very romantic and beautiful. A perfect background for eating dinner.

  Our dessert is just about finished when the singer, Adelina, arrives on the scene and starts her set.

  I'm entranced. She sounds just like Elise, a modern Italian singer I really like. Her rousing slow ballad makes me shiver with the sound of her voice, pitch-perfect high notes, a little break at the lower end of the scale. She's blissful to listen to. I'm in my own little heaven when he takes my hand and pulls me up, leading me to the dance floor. There are another half dozen couples on the floor with us. I lean into him, melting into his masculine, smart-suited, well-built body. His new ethereal cologne sends me off, soaring high into the moonlit clouds in the sky above, as we slow dance together for the first time.

  My hand in his, his arm possessively around my waist, his cheek softly pressed against mine, and his warm breath in my ear.

  It's such a magical moment. It gets an eleven out of ten on my romance scale. Outside the bedroom, nothing could get any better than this. My head's buzzing. I'm happier than a bee in a field of flowers. I snuggle in even closer and close my eyes in bliss.

  “I really love you, Kate,” he whispers, and then brushes his lips across my cheek and over mine.

  I think my feet have just left the floor. I can't feel them any more. I'm floating high, high and higher on his love.

  ~ * ~

  I'm on my own for a few hours on Monday while he discusses hospitals and treatment for his mom with the
consultant. I catch up with everyone. Emailing, texting, calling.

  I have over an hour left before he's due back.

  I sit at my laptop, in my warm happy place on the sofa, the sun streaming in the window.

  My fingers are itching to write something. And what flows is kinda personal and special.

  It's like a soft and sexy rap tribute to Aaron. Although, I've tried to be subtle. He'll know that it's about him.

  I title it 'So Into You'.

  It's a touch too suggestive for a sixteen-year-old, as is. But toned down some more it could suit Shannon. Perhaps it would be a better fit for Selena with a little tweaking and the right score? She tends to do really hot songs.

  Or maybe for Aaron's eyes only? Maybe I'll sex it up a real lot more, just for him.

  I smile to myself. I'll see what he thinks later. Or maybe when the time's right.

  I print it out and put it in my Dreams folder, as usual. It's my little ritual.

  I could just frame it and give it to him for his thirtieth birthday. The first song he inspired. In fact, that's a very good idea. He can do what he wants with it after that.

  A text reply arrives from my mom.

  SO glad you're having a good time with A – he's a real cutie, send more pics please! got a house party organized for wednesday at 8 honey-bunch so dont be late. OK :)

  me: flight already arranged, will be there weds at 1pm.

  Mom: good girl – LU x

  Me: LU2 x

  I am actually looking forward to seeing them all again, and a party will be pretty cool. I expect it’s a goodbye party for Bren and Kelsey, as they're going back to Austin on Sunday evening.

  My thoughts are interrupted as he arrives back. He doesn't look upset. That's good to see.

  I walk over and hug him tight.

  “Well?”

  “It's a small localized area of cancer. Everything should be fine, and it should, in theory, be easily treatable.”

  “Oh Aaron, that's such good news. I can imagine she's over the moon.”

  “Yeah, hopefully it'll all go to plan.” He strokes my back.