Game On

by Rene Folsom

  After quickly relieving myself and brushing my teeth, I went to look for her. I had a fleeting thought about how interesting it would be to live with her. Our mornings would probably be consumed with these little games of hide and seek, considering she never seemed to stay in bed after sunrise.

  Shoving that thought out of my mind, I pushed my way through the door of my library, finding her huddled over the desk, concentrating hard on papers littering the surface. She looked so beautiful, her face illuminated by the lamp beside her and the light coming through the few slender windows in the room. I took a deep breath before approaching her, sure I’d likely be interrupting something important.

  As if startled, she whipped her head up, her hair twisting in waves around her face, her mouth falling open in surprise. “Oh, you’re up.”

  “And you’re the captain of obvious statements,” I said, my horrible joke earning a swift, but gentle kick against my bare foot.

  A smile pressed across her face as she spoke, shaking her head in defeat. “A scene woke me up, and I just had to get the words down. I found some blank papers. Hope it’s okay that I stole them,” she said, tapping the surface of the desk with a pen.

  Looking beyond her enrapturing fingers, I saw several pages completely littered with messy scrawl, scribbles, and flourishes.

  “You’re writing?” I said, amazed I had M.L. Thomas sitting in my library… writing.

  “Ahh, yeah. Sometimes if I don’t get the ideas written out right away, they’ll disappear and I’ll never get them back.” She paused, assessing me for a moment. “Hey, you okay?” she asked, standing up and gripping my bicep as she continued to study my face.

  “I’m just speechless. I can’t believe my favorite author is using my desk, my pen, my paper… it’s surreal,” I said, sounding like a fool as soon as the words popped out of my mouth.

  “I’m still the same Maci who’s kicked your ass in almost every video game imaginable. I’m still the same girl you’ve fucked,” she said, her voice a mere whisper as she grabbed my face, forcing me to look at her eyes rather than the paper-littered desk. “It’s just me.”

  Her soft hands felt so heavenly against my scruffy face, the feel of her fingers brushing through the strands of my facial hair as if she liked the feel of it.

  Leaning in, I kissed her gently, allowing my lips and tongue to do all the talking I couldn’t voice simply out of wonder. I was tongue-tied up in her, because of her.

  “It’s so nice to be able to share this part of me with you,” she said, speaking gently against my lips as she continued to shower me with kisses. “I went so long without being able to share myself with anyone outside of my close group.”

  “It’s so nice to know you this way. Your mind simply amazes me,” I replied honestly, pulling away and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear so I could look deep into those beautiful, green irises of hers. Brushing my thumb over her cheek, she turned, placing a soft, wet kiss against my hand, her eyes fluttering shut at the contact.

  Looking down, I just now noticed what she was wearing.

  “You dug up my Space Invaders t-shirt, huh? I think I had that gem strategically placed in the very back of my drawer,” I said, chuckling as I accused her of snooping.

  “I couldn’t resist. I love your geeky shirts, so I poked around a bit and nearly squealed with excitement when I found this one.” Her joy was contagious, and I was thankful she had seemed to forget about the horrible position we were in with Big Jim.

  “Well, it suits you. Hell, it probably looks better on you than it does on me,” I said, backing up to look at her from head to toe. The shirt covered her panties, if she were wearing any, but still showed tons of leg… very sexy, smooth leg.

  “Probably? I know damn well it looks better on me than you. I rock these shirts.” Her posing as she spoke had me salivating, but then my attention was piqued by the slew of papers strewn across the desk.

  “Do you need to keep writing? I don’t want to bother you,” I asked, worried I’d mess up her flow or something.

  “Nah, I got most of what I needed to down.” With an evil glint in her eye, she slowly took a few steps toward me and added, “Now I just need some more inspiration to get through the next love scene.”

  It was clear she was attempting to seduce me. Yet, she had to know I was already head over heels. All she’d have to do is lie back on the desk and I’d get the hint.

  Mmm… the desk.

  Closing the distance, I captured her mouth, feeling the desperation to have her flowing through my movements with urgency. She tasted amazing, not a hint of morning breath plaguing her like I would’ve thought.

  As if sensing my thoughts, she pulled away and said, “I used your toothbrush.” Her evil grin couldn’t have been cuter, the idea she was that comfortable being sexy as hell.

  Grabbing her ass, I got a thrill at the realization she wasn’t wearing anything beneath the thin fabric of the shirt.

  “God, you’re so fucking sexy.” I was certain it was her goal in life to drive me insane. Wearing my shirt and nothing else was surely the way to go about it.

  “Liam?”

  “Yes,” I hissed, my teeth nibbling at the soft expanse of skin on her neck.

  “Make love to me,” she demanded, impatience lacing her voice as her fingers pulled my hair.

  Pushing her against the desk, I lifted her, setting her bare ass on the surface and needing to be inside her immediately.

  “My manuscript!” she squealed, the sound of papers crumbling beneath her.

  “Shit, I’m sorry,” I said, backing up and watching as she climbed down, a piece of paper sticking to her ass as she moved.

  “Ah, balls,” she said, her voice a low hum while she spun around like a dog chasing its tail.

  Laughing, I offered her assistance, pulling the thin paper from her skin and holding it out for her to take.

  She snatched it with a huff, her anger comical. It didn’t take her long to stack them and push it all aside, clearing most of the desk in the process.

  “There,” she said, her fingers wrapping to the hem of the shirt before she began to lift it from her body.

  I felt a thrill run through me as I stopped her, holding her hands in place and saying, “Keep it on. I want to fuck you just the way you are.”

  Her answering grin had me pouncing, my need to be inside her growing by the second.

  I just couldn’t get enough.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Maci: Library Love

  “Oh, God,” I sighed as Liam pushed me back on the desk, spreading me out like I was some delicious spread of food for him to devour. His attention always made me feel so beautiful, so desired. But now, with my nearly naked body being consumed by his eyes, hope bloomed in my chest at the thought of this being something more permanent.

  Laying there, I enjoyed his touch—hands roaming over my covered chest, fingers trailing up my legs, scruff tickling my inner thighs—every sensation imaginable to drive me wild.

  A delicious shiver rolled up my spine with the feel of his hands inching beneath the shirt. I felt every touch, every tingle, every brush of his skillful fingers as he crept closer to my breasts. With my back pressed to the hard surface of the desk, I bowed, lifting my chest into his touch, moaning at the feel of his fingers caressing my nipples at the same time.

  I looked at his body standing before me, eager to see if he was ready to give me what I wanted. Noticing his boxers were still hanging deliciously on his hips, the fabric straining with the increasing size of his length, I used my feet to push them down, needing to feel his hardness inside me.

  I never allowed him to release his hold on my breasts as I urged him closer, my heels digging into his ass cheeks with need. Losing my breath, I nearly whimpered at the feel of him pulling away. I grabbed him, my hands clutching onto his through my shirt, never wanting him to let go.

  With a sly smile on that wickedly handsome face of his, he sat in the office chair. I
could hear the wheels rolling forward so he could position himself just right to drive me wild.

  He didn’t let go of me as his thumbs brushed over my nipples, making me jump and writhe beneath his touch. So, when he bowed his head, kissing my sex with a gentle drop of his lips, I couldn’t help but groan, desire and need coursing through me with each passing second.

  His tongue skillfully began to play my clit like a well-tuned instrument—my body an orchestra and he the amazing conductor. His warm mouth felt so good on me, his tongue firm, yet soft—the sweetest of torments.

  I wanted to grab onto Liam’s head and push him deeper, needing to feed my obsessive desires. Not wanting to discourage him from taking full control of my sex in the most delicious way, I brought my hands up over my head, clutching to the edges of the desk as if to brace myself, and to keep myself from grabbing his head and fucking his face.

  “Oh, Christ,” I whispered as I watched Liam’s tantalizing attentiveness to my every need, his eyes glued to my reactions and obviously very happy with himself for eliciting such a response from me.

  He was simply amazing to watch. I examined every move he made, how he paid close attention to my every response in order to make me come in his mouth, and I sure as fuck was going to soon. I could already feel the impending release building in my belly.

  Damn, it was hot. Not only to watch Liam do everything in his power to make me writhe with pleasure, but to realize he enjoyed it when I watched him… it was beyond erotic.

  As Liam pressed further into me and began rimming my opening with his tongue, he continued to look up at me with those warm, sweet eyes of his. Even though his mouth was fully buried in me, I could still tell he was smiling.

  Such a cocky geek… so proud of himself… making me tremble with each new catch of his tongue against my sex. Hell, even my thoughts were disjointed with the mess of feelings he elicited from me.

  “Oh, Liam. That feels so… fuck, yeah,” I mumbled as he began to move his mouth up and down over my clit. Clearly, the man knew what he was doing, and I trembled in his arms.

  Brushing his fingers down my sides, he brought his hands to my hips, pulling me closer to the edge of the desk as if he were hungry for me, needing me.

  I moaned in assertion, approving the new, closer sensation. I closed my eyes as my impending orgasm began to rise inside me.

  “Look at me,” he ordered, barely pulling away as he spoke. “I want you to watch me make you come.”

  Immediately, I snapped my eyes open and looked directly into his eyes. Knowing he was watching me expectantly made my climax spring to life, tingling over my skin like a million fallen stars.

  I screamed a mangled version of his name as I felt the prickling of my orgasm from my breasts all the way to the arches of my feet. Never letting go of the desk’s edge, I struggled to keep my eyes open as I watched Liam lave at my sudden release, making me quake freely with the blitzing feelings of post-orgasmic proportions.

  Lifting his head from my sex, he slowly inched closer, kissing my inner thighs and wiping my juices all over my overly sensitive skin.

  My head lolled to the side, an overwhelming sensation of lethargy taking me hostage after such an intense, gratifying orgasm.

  Liam didn’t waste any time meeting his own needs. With steady control, he rose up to a standing position, the head of his length pressing against my entrance and making my stomach jump with the nearness of him.

  “Ahh,” I gasped, my breath whooshing out of me as soon as he pushed inside, filling me and making my insides flutter. Just the feel of him easing into me caused me to moan, convulsing around him with impatience and need.

  The sensation of adoration filled me to my core, his eyes boring into me while he slowly picked up pace. His hands unhurriedly trailed own my sides, grasping my hips to gain better control, the feel of it speaking volumes about how much he cherished me.

  With my hands still above my head, clutching tight to the edge of the desk, I appreciated the view of Liam’s cock slowly moving in and out of me, becoming slick with my wetness. Bracing himself with my hips, his strong muscles flexed with each measured thrust. He was in no hurry, and I was enjoying the slow, sensual feel of him inside me. Each smooth movement was measured, precise, and wickedly arousing.

  After earning several whimpers of pleasure from me, he gripped tighter to my hips, raising my ass off the desk to gain better access. This new position had the head of his cock hitting just the right spot to make me itch with pure ecstasy.

  With newfound urgency, he picked up pace, forcing me to bring my hands down to the other side of the desk, holding onto the edge just beneath my hips. Fuck this was deep, hard, such an amazing array of sensations sure to torture me in the best of ways.

  Bringing one of my legs to rest on his shoulder made me cry out a twisted version of his name as he pummeled into me with increased force, the top of my ass cheeks digging into the edge of the desk with delightful pain. I held on, never letting go, as he continued to pummel into me. His rhythm was harsh, yet gentle. Powerful, yet tantalizing. Intoxicating, yet sobering. Each thrust was such a delicious torment.

  I cried out, closing my eyes as another orgasm threatened to immerse me into the depths of his skill. There was no way I could come again so soon—I was just too far gone to comprehend the possibility of another climax. Of course, this man had tested and proven that I was weakened by his ability to undo me.

  Opening my eyes, I looked at him, examined him, a man so full of animalistic hunger, I thought for sure he was going to devour me in one clean bite.

  Snaking his arm around my hip and across my belly, as if following the hem of the t-shirt, his hand descended, reaching my slick, wet lips below. His thumb reached my clit, and the room began to spin with the slightest brush of his touch.

  Bringing his hand back up from the depths of my sex, he approached me, wrapping his fingers behind my neck and pressing his thumb to my lips—an obvious invitation to lick it like a lollipop.

  Responding to his request, I licked up the soft pad of his thumb, circling my tongue around the defined curves of his digit. He tasted sweet and salty with evidence of my arousal on his skin. A hiss sounded through his teeth as I submerged his entire thumb into my mouth, sucking and licking as best I could, savoring the flavor of him.

  With one hand holding my throat and the other clutching at my hip, Liam continued to thrust into my pussy. The feel of his hands all over me was such an intoxicating mixture of sensations, I was sure to break into little bits at any moment.

  He filled the air around me with vicious, deep grunts, his hips slapping against my ass like a sharp whip to the soft sounds of my moans. His unyielding assault taking me far beyond any pleasure I’d ever known was both mind numbing and brutal in the most delicious of ways. Feeling the inescapable build of my orgasm again, I began to gasp, sucking in some much-needed oxygen as I watched him tense and flex in front of me.

  “Feels. So good, so good. Liam. Harder,” I begged between pants as I fisted the edge of the desk and held on for dear life.

  “Hell, yeah,” I heard Liam grit out, following my request and picking up his relentless pace.

  All it took was one look down where he continually disappeared inside me, and I was done for. I screamed as I clenched around him, flying into an all-consuming orgasm. Time didn’t exist. It was as if a thousand road flares were lit inside my womb, sparking to life and burning relentlessly for a never-ending stretch of time.

  Through my mind-altering release, I kept my eyes trained on Liam, which caused a whole new barrage of feelings to release inside me. This man belonged to me. I had never felt possessive over any man before, but through all this, I was certain of one thing—this man was irrevocably and completely mine.

  My eyes rolled into the back of my head momentarily as I heard Liam make a noise, signifying he was close. He was clearly waiting for me to come again before he indulged himself—either that, or the sound of my orgasmic cries spurred on h
is own release. Suddenly, I felt a warm spurt inside me as Liam bellowed a loud grunt through the air.

  He kept his eyes trained on me as he twitched through the last of his climax. I smiled. Seeing him so undone over me made me feel potent and euphoric.

  Liam leaned over, kissing my lips while never pulling out of me. Clutching at his neck for dear life, I leaned up and bombarded his mouth with my lips and tongue, needing him to feel how amazingly grateful I was.

  Whether this was just a result of my tattered emotional state, or if I truly felt these powerful feelings, I didn’t care. I could sense the three words bubbling up inside me, and I came devastatingly close to saying them out loud.

  After all, he had said it to me already. There was no reason I should’ve been scared to return the sentiment. But, with all the turmoil going on in my life and the emotions consuming me about my grandmother, I just couldn’t get myself to let go and indulge in the moment. Hell, he might’ve not even considered it a legitimate feeling with the knowledge I was an emotional wreck.

  Two enigmatic blue eyes stared back at me with what can only be described as adoration and promise. He gifted me with a smile that definitely melted my heart. I decided ruining this moment by being a love-struck little girl would be a shame.

  So, I kept my mouth shut—for now.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Liam: Surveillance Strategy

  “Thank you,” she said, just after I pulled from her and began cleaning myself with my boxer briefs. Her words confused me.

  “Are you really thanking me for sex?” I asked, leaning against the desk and pinning her, forcing her to stare into my eyes. “Because I can honestly say, the pleasure was mine.”

  “Well, thanks for the sex too, but I was actually thankful to get my mind off my situation for a moment. It was a nice reprieve.” Her smile was weak, but honest, making my heart swell just a bit more for this magnificent woman.