Gaming for Love

by Crystal Perkins

  I give the griffin one last kiss and step back. “I’m sorry but I had to do it. My fingers wouldn’t do it justice.”

  “I’m not complaining. I just want you to know how you affect me.”

  “You-you affect me, too.” And he does. I never thought of a back as being sexy but damn if his isn’t. All those lean muscles under that tight, hot skin are making me a little weak in the knees.

  “Are you wet for me?”

  I hesitate and then answer honestly. “Yes, I’m always wet when you are around.”

  “Fuck. I didn’t think I could get any harder but damn if that didn’t do it.”

  “Is this too much? Should I stop touching you? I mean, we haven’t even kissed and I’m not going to have sex with you tonight.”

  He hangs his head and doesn’t say anything for at least a minute and I start to back away. “Don’t stop. Please. It is torture for me, but I want your hands on me. I can take care of myself later.”

  I move forward and trace the words that cover his lower back.

  We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools. -Martin Luther King, Jr.

  “I’m guessing that this is for your brothers but I am surprised by an MLK quote.”

  “When we were younger, my brothers and I fought so much that my mom finally told us that we were fools for not appreciating each other. I saw the quote one day and it reminded me of that.”

  “You guys are closer now, I mean you seem to be,” I say as I move back to the front of him. He nods.

  I look him in the eye as I trace his last name, which covers him from one shoulder to the other, just under his collarbone. “This one is self-explanatory,” I say with a chuckle. His jaw is clenched so tight that his teeth must be grinding and his lip is red around his piercing from where he was biting it. I want to reach up and lick it better, but we aren’t at that point just yet. “Only two more. Is it still okay?”

  He gives me a terse nod and I move my fingers to his right pec. His body is truly a work of art and not just from his tats. He is lean but still beautifully muscular. There is a light dusting of black hair on his chest, but not enough to distract from his tattoos. He also has a six pack that I will be touching very soon and I’m not sure how either of us is going to survive that. For now, I focus on the swirling words just above his currently hard nipple. “Alexandra Marie.” Ahh, this is for Alex. I’m not surprised at all. I know how much he loves that girl and I love that he has inked her name on him. I want to kiss this one but I am afraid it will snap the tension that is barely keeping us in place.

  Instead, I move down to the rows of numbers covering his stomach from the top of his ribs to the edge of his low slung jeans. They are all 0s and 1s. “This is called binary code, right?” I ask as I feather my fingers across the ridges of his ribs and then his glorious abs. As I move lower, he grabs my fingers.

  “Yes. It’s part of the first program that I created for our company.” He continues to hold my hands in his. “I’m sorry but I have to stop you. I can’t take any more.”

  “Thank you for letting me know about your tats. I’m sorry that I–I did this to you. I really can’t have sex with you tonight. I’ll go now.” I start to turn, but he grabs my arm.

  “I don’t want you to go, Yas. I just need to cool down a little. How about I go change like I planned but I’ll throw in a cold shower? Will you wait for me and we can grab some dinner from the main house or order something?”

  “I don’t want to leave either. How about I go up to the house and grab us some food. I can bring it back while you’re showering and then we can eat.”

  “If you go up there, you’ll get stuck with my parents and Alex for a little while at least.”

  “So, take a warm shower and not a cold one.” I tell him, giving a meaningful look to the bulge in his jeans.

  “Fuck, Yas, you need to go now,” he grounds out as I slip out the door.

  * * *

  Scott

  I barely make it to the shower before the need to take my cock in hand overwhelms me. Yasmin touching my tats was one of the most erotic things I have ever experienced. Damn, her hands felt good on me. I relive those hands—and her mouth—while I tug and pull myself to completion. As usual when I’m thinking of her, it’s intense and nearly brings me to my knees. I need to have her soon. She told me not tonight, but now that I have her in my house, I want her in my bed.

  Wait, what? She’s in my house. I don’t ever let a woman in my house. Shit. It’s too late now, I can’t make her leave with some lame excuse. I tell myself that it doesn’t mean anything and it is good that she doesn’t want to fuck. I don’t know how I would explain the need to go outside to do it. That would be a big mood killer for her, I think. No, I know it. She wanted to be wooed so kicking her out of my house before fucking her senseless would guarantee that I don’t see her again. And despite my fuck ups and hang ups, I want more than one night with her.

  I have to get myself off two more times before I’m under control enough to go back downstairs. As I come down the stairs, Yas is coming in the door with the food. “Here, let me help.” I bound down the stairs and grab some bags from her. I take them to the coffee table and start unloading them. “They sent enough to feed an army. I’m glad that you have a good appetite.”

  When she doesn’t answer or move into my line of vision, I turn to find her frozen in place with tears glistening in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did you want to eat in the dining room? I just thought we could hang out here and it’d be more comfortable.” She shakes her head and I am even more confused. “Tell me, Yas, what did I do?” I’m feeling a little panicked now.

  She swallows hard and closes her eyes. “I’m not going to eat all of this food. I mean, I know I’m not thin and hot like the pool party girls, but I don’t eat that much. I didn’t even eat much when I came to the barbeque. Some big helpings of sides but not much of anything else. I told you I couldn’t compete with the skinny girls.” Tears are rolling down her cheeks and she is shaking now.

  What the fuck have I done? I made this amazing girl cry by making a stupid remark even though she had told me that she couldn’t compete with those skanks at the party. But hadn’t I told her that she was so much better than them? I must not have been convincing enough.

  I place my hands on her arms as I speak. “Look at me.” She doesn’t respond and I move one hand under her chin to tip it up to me. “Open your eyes and look at me Yasmin. Please.” The please seems to do it and her eyes open. Tears are still falling from her eyes and I catch as many as I can with my fingers.

  “Baby, I’m so sorry for making you cry. I didn’t mean anything by what I said. I told you once before that I like it that you have a good appetite. I also told you that those pool skanks meant nothing to me. You mean something to me, though.” I think she may mean everything to me but I’m not ready to tell her that yet.

  “You say that but you haven’t seen me in a bikini or, umm… naked.”

  “I did see you in a bikini. At the pool party. I may not have been next to you, but you looked pretty damn hot from where I was sitting. I haven’t seen you naked, but I have felt you pressed against me and I know how good that felt. I also know that I couldn’t even get it up for Bikini Girl, as you call her, but I just had to jack off three times in the shower because you were touching my tats while you were fully clothed. So, don’t ever think that you are not hot to me.”

  She smiles then, a big bright smile that lights up her whole face. “Three times? Really?” I smile back and nod. “Wow. I’m sorry I fell apart. I obviously have some body image issues. Although, I’m not willing to stop eating good food so I can be thinner.”

  “You could work out with me. I mean, I definitely don’t want you to lose any of these hot curves,” I tell her while gripping her hips. “But if you want to get fit, I can help.”

  “I’d like that.”

  “Cool, we’ll figure out a schedule later. For now, let’s eat. D
o you want to watch the new Star Trek movie?” I let her go and move to my Blu Ray collection.

  “Yes! I love that movie.” I seriously think that I could fall in love with her.

  Chapter 8

  Yasmin

  We settle in on the couch to eat and watch the movie. I finally have my wits about me enough to look around. This is definitely a guy’s place. Dark wood floors and black leather couches dominate the living room. There is some cool comic book style artwork on the walls and a few family pictures. It is an open, loft style floor plan with a small dining area leading to an open kitchen with an island. The appliances are all stainless steel and the countertops are black marble. I know Scott’s bedroom and bathroom are upstairs since he said he was going there to take a shower, so his workspace must be down the hallway. I would love to see where he works.

  “Umm, do you have a bathroom down here too or only upstairs?” I ask, sounding kind of like an idiot. I can’t tamp down this urge to catch a glimpse of his workspace. I feel like it will show me more of him than this part of his place.

  “Yeah, it’s down the hall to the right. I’ll get the movie ready if you need to use it.” He gives me a sweet smile.

  I practically jump off the couch. “Great, thanks.”

  I head down the hall and note that the door across from the bathroom is open. I peek in and hit the jackpot. It’s definitely his workspace with computer parts and papers everywhere. Several desktop computers and laptops—all different models and brands—cover counters that run the length of the guesthouse. The upper shelves contain what looks like every book ever made about computers and computer programming. And then there are the toys. Pop! figurines of video game and Star Wars and Star Trek characters are everywhere along with models of the U.S.S. Enterprise and the Millennium Falcon. There are Mario figures that look like they came from a Happy Meal and-

  “What the fuck are you doing in here?” Scott’s voice roars from behind me.

  “I-I just wanted to see where you work and the door was open.”

  “You wanted to see where I work? Who sent you? Who are you working for?” he asks, grabbing my arm.

  “Wh-what? No one sent me! I knew that your workspace would be more ‘you’ than the living room and I just had to see it. I’m sorry. I should have just asked you.” I wrench my arm out of his grasp and head for the front door.

  “Yeah, you should have. I would have said no, though.” I whip my head around as he continues. “No one except my family is allowed in there. The project that I am working on is wanted by our competitors who are racing to try and put out something similar. Plus, it’s my personal space. I don’t let anyone outside of my family into my personal spaces.”

  “You let me into your house.”

  “Yeah, I did. I still don’t know what came over me.” He sees my look of horror and his face softens. “No, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that I invited you without thinking about the fact that you would actually be coming into my place. I’m always so careful and with you, I just asked you, I didn’t even think about it.”

  “I’m glad you did and I’m sorry that I went in there without permission. It’s so cool, though. I loved all of the figurines and models mixed with those computers and computer books.”

  He gives me a shy smile. “Yeah? You thought my nerd’s paradise was cool?”

  “I did. Oh, and I should also mention that you look even hotter than usual with those glasses on. I think it’s time for me to give you my letter.”

  “You like my glasses, huh?” I nod. “What’s this about a letter?”

  “I owe you a letter and now is the perfect time to give it to you.” I reach into my back pocket and hand it to him.

  * * *

  Scott

  Scott

  This one’s purple. Hmm. I turn it over and slip the paper out of the unsealed flap. There are only four words on the paper, but they are some of the best words that I have ever read.

  Kiss me please.

  Yas

  I turn and place the paper and envelope on the hall table. Then, I reach out and cup her cheeks. “My pleasure,” I whisper as I lean in and press my lips to hers. She immediately kisses me back and it stays gentle and closed lipped for a few minutes, our heads angled, lips slanted and eyes closed. I’m holding her hips and she is clutching my biceps.

  As she’s catching a breath, Yas slips her tongue out and swipes it across my lip ring, then sucks the ring into her mouth. I let out a low growl at how good it feels. I let her play with it for what seems like hours but is only minutes. Some of the hottest minutes of my life. I can’t take it anymore and thrust my tongue into her mouth on her next breath. She sucks my tongue in just like she did with my piercing and then tangles her own tongue with mine. Her hands move from my arms to my neck and she curls her hands into my still damp hair, scratching at my scalp as she loses some control. We stumble to the couch and kiss for at least an hour. I am not checking the clock or anything but I know my lips are bruised and my body is on fire. Fuck if this girl doesn’t taste even better than I imagined that she would.

  I remove my lips from hers and she whimpers in protest until I nudge her chin up and start to trail kisses along her jaw, sucking and nibbling on her ear and then that graceful neck of hers. I have to resist the urge to mark her. I want the world to know she is mine. Wait. Mine? Where did that come from? I have never wanted to claim a woman as mine, ever. Amber was the closest I came to feeling anything like that. Even with her, I wanted to be with her only and I even considered marrying her, but I didn’t feel the need to claim her. Can I do this? Can I fucking make someone belong to me? Can I belong to someone else? I don’t know. Or maybe I do.

  Lost in my thoughts, my mouth has stilled on her neck. “Scott, is everything okay?” Yas asks nervously.

  I move my hands back up to cup her cheeks, place my forehead against hers. “Yeah, it is. In fact it’s perfect. You’re perfect, Yas.”

  “Perfect? No, I’m not. No one is.” She laughs as she meets my eyes

  “I think that you may be perfect for me,” I reply honestly, the words coming out before I can think about what I am saying or stop myself. Shit! What if I scare her? We haven’t known each other long. We had an instant connection and I feel it getting stronger every time I see her. But, still, what guys says something like that, especially after only one date? This is more than just a normal date, though. I even let her into my house. I’m still a little freaked out by that and annoyed that she was in my workroom, but I’m not sorry that I invited her in.

  She looks surprised for a moment, but then that beautiful smile of hers returns. “I think that you may be perfect for me too. Too perfect, though.”

  “Too perfect? Am I that spectacular?” I tease her.

  She rolls her eyes and says, “Well, your mouth is spectacular. As much as I would like to find out about the rest of you, tonight is not the night. In fact, I should probably go while I still can.”

  She pulls away and I feel the loss immediately. What the fuck is happening to me? “Can I see you tomorrow?”

  “Yes. Do you want to come over to my place? I can make you dinner and we can watch a movie.” I don’t answer right away, so she continues, “I mean, if you want to. We could go out somewhere instead.” She looks unsure of herself and I hate that. She should know how amazing she is. Not just with me but with how she is helping Alex.

  I reach for her hands. “Look at me Yas,” I tell her and then wait for her to raise her head and meet my eyes. “I would love to be anywhere with you. We can go out or go to your house. Whatever you want. For the record, though, I would really like to go to your house and see your place.”

  She leans up on her toes and kisses me lightly on the lips. “My house it is then. I’ll text you the address. Is seven okay for you? Oh, and is there anything you don’t like to eat?”

  “Seven is great. And I will eat pretty much anything.” I give her one last lingering kiss and she heads out the d
oor.

  I watch her walk around to the side gate of the yard and then I remember the pen. Dammit! I picked up a pen for her when I was at the gym this morning. They had some out on the counter and I grabbed one. I run back inside and grab the pen, then head to the driveway, hoping that she is still here.

  As I round the corner to the front, I am relieved to hear her voice. What she is saying stops me in my tracks.

  “Candi, do you think your friend can get me in for a waxing in the morning?” My mouth goes dry and my cock gets even harder than it already was. “Yes, I know it’s been awhile and I don’t know if I am going to get any but I want to be prepared.” She listens for a few seconds. “Great, I’ll see you then! Bye.”

  She turns toward her car and spots me where I am finally unfrozen. Her eyes get wide and her cheeks turn red. “Di-did you hear that?” She sees the heat in my eyes and covers her face with her hands. “Oh my God, you did. This is so humiliating.”

  I decide to put her out of her misery as I walk up to her. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s extremely hot to know that you want to be ready for me. Although, you don’t need to get waxed if you don’t want to. I’m more than happy with you however you want to be.” She turns redder and for some reason, I get more turned on. “Oh, and if I am the deciding vote on whether you get any tomorrow, consider this a hell yes.” I pull her to me and kiss her passionately for a few minutes.

  She finally pulls away, both of us breathless. “I really need to leave. Was there a reason you came out here?”

  “Oh yeah. Yeah there was. I got this for you today.” I hand her the pen that reads “Books make great weights.”

  “What the fuck? Who says something like this?” She looks at me with a hint of anger.

  “Some group advertising at the gym? I don’t know but I saw it and it said books and it’s a pen and yeah, I should have looked closer at what it said. It sucks doesn’t it? Shit, I suck!” I bow my head and scratch the back of my neck.

  “The saying on the pen sucks, but you giving it to me doesn’t. And neither do you. Thanks, Scott.” She pulls my hand from my neck and kisses my palm. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”