G Is for Games

by Alison Tyler

  “Time’s up,” Caroline called. “We have other people waiting.” Natalie ruffled his hair. “Thanks, sugar.”

  Burke only had a moment to relax before the closet door opened, Natalie left, and someone else joined him. The door closed with a decisive snap and female giggling.

  “Hi, Burke.”

  Burke recognized Tish’s voice immediately because he’d talked to her on the phone so many times. She’d been Caroline’s roommate when Burke and Caroline had first started dating. There was a little animosity between her and him because Tish had been forced to move out so Burke could move in. It really hadn’t been that big a deal since Tish had been talking about buying a condo and had found a great place, but Caroline said Tish still felt a little hurt.

  “Hey, Tish. How’s it going?”

  “I’m drunk. You?”

  “Pretty much the same.”

  He heard the sound of glass against glass. “I brought you something.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Tequila. I thought we could do a shot together.”

  Burke laughed. “Kind of hard to do while I’m tied up.”

  “Just tilt your head back. I’ll do the rest.” Tish clinked the glasses together again. “Come on. I really want to do a shot with you.”

  Burke tilted his head back. “Okay.”

  Tish managed to align the glass with his mouth in the dark. “Okay. Ready. One, two, three.”

  She tipped the glass and he swallowed, feeling the slow burn of tequila down his throat. It wasn’t a perfect shot, though, and some trickled down his chin. “You missed.”

  “Oops. Sorry. Hard to do this in the dark.”

  “Tell me about it.”

  He could feel her breath on his face. She smelled like lime and Cuervo.

  “Let me get that for you,” she said, right before she kissed him. She tasted like tequila, too.

  Burke kissed her back. Partly because he was drunk, partly because he was horny, and partly because it was impossible to resist her soft, warm, wet lips. This was what the game was all about, he reasoned. This was what Caroline wanted to happen.

  Tish sucked his bottom lip between hers before slipping her tongue in his mouth. “You taste good,” she murmured against his mouth. “It’s too bad I’m not allowed to do more. I like to suck.”

  His cock grew another inch.

  He made a strangled sound in his throat because that was all he was capable of at the moment. Which didn’t seem to bother Tish, because she kept kissing him. With his head tilted back against the chair and her hand cradling his jaw, she kissed him like she was going to devour him. He felt himself straining against the ties that bound his arms, wanting to pull her down on his lap and rub her against his erection. He couldn’t move, though. All he could do was endure Tish’s oral assault and hope he didn’t come in his pants.

  “Time’s up,” Caroline called from the other side of the door.

  Tish didn’t stop kissing him and, heaven help him, Burke didn’t want her to. Finally, after Caroline knocked again and suggested Tish might want to move her ass now, Tish pulled away and ruffled his hair.

  “Wow.”

  They were both breathing hard.

  “Yeah, wow,” Burke said. “Thanks.”

  “You’re welcome.” He could hear her opening the door. “Hey, Burke?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I still think you’re a little bit of an asshole, but you’re a great kisser.”

  The door closed behind her.

  Burke only had a moment to get his breathing under control before the door opened again. Tish had him spinning from the tequila and the kissing. He had no idea what to expect next.

  “Uh, hi, welcome to my closet.” Humor was the only thing that was going to get him through this situation, he decided. “I’d offer you a seat, but I seem to be tied to the only one.”

  “You’re funny, dude.”

  Burke choked on his own saliva. It was a guy. This one was easy to figure out, too. It was Jeff, a creative director Caroline worked with at the advertising agency where she was a copywriter. Jeff and Caroline shared an office, but Jeff had never struck Burke as a threat before. For one, he was fresh out of college and looked like he was twelve. For another, his hobbies included skateboarding and comic books. Jeff was like the kid brother you couldn’t wait to see at Christmas. Now, Burke was recognizing what a threat Jeff really was.

  “So,” Burke said, “is everyone enjoying torturing me?”

  Jeff snorted. “Hell, yeah. Caroline is drunk off her ass and telling us what she’s going to do when it’s her turn in here. And what did you do to Natalie, dude? She’s grinning like the cat that got the canary.” “What can I do? I’m tied up.”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  There was a long moment of silence. A bead of sweat trickled underneath Burke’s blindfold and along the side of his nose before being absorbed by the cloth.

  Burke said, “I don’t think I’m drunk enough for this not to be weird.”

  “I’m drunk enough. I’m just not gay enough.”

  Burke felt Jeff brush against him and he stiffened. “What are you doing, Jeff?”

  “Just moving. I’m a little claustrophobic.” He shifted again, bumping into the closet door. “Damn. That was my head.”

  Burke could hear peals of laughter outside the door. “They think something is going on in here.”

  Jeff laughed. “They wish.”

  “Maybe we should let them think there is,” Burke said. He might not have been drunk enough for a little man-on-man action, but he was drunk enough to pretend. “What do you think?”

  In response, Jeff let out a long, low moan. It made the hair on the back of Burke’s neck stand up because it sounded for all the world like a guy in the middle of an orgasm. Not that he had all that much experience with such noises, other than his own, but he’d watched enough porn. The laughter outside stopped.

  Burke wet his lips. If Jeff could do it, he could, too. He moaned. Softly. Then more loudly.

  “Oh, God, man,” Jeff said, getting into the spirit of things. “Oh, man.” Burke could all but hear the eyes popping on the other side of the door. He panted a little to Jeff’s accompanying banging on the closet door. “Yes, oh, yes!”

  “Time’s up,” Caroline called from the other side of the door. “Save some for me.”

  “You’re all right, dude. And braver than I am.”

  “How so?”

  “Benji’s going to be champing at the bit to get in here with you now that he thinks you swing both ways.”

  Burke swallowed hard, a knot of cold dread lodging behind his breastbone. He’d forgotten about Benji. Benji, Caroline’s next-door neighbor. Benji, who was an excellent cook and a long-distance runner. He was also very, very gay.

  “Oh, fuck.”

  “Good luck, dude.”

  The door closed behind Jeff, leaving Burke once again alone for a moment. Surprisingly, even the news that Benji might be molesting him momentarily hadn’t dissuaded his erection. His cock throbbed between his legs as if it had a mind of its own. Burke knew from experience that it did, but not enough to want to make an appearance for Benji. He didn’t think so, anyway.

  The door opened and closed. There were only two people left besides Caroline. Benji and Caroline’s Pilates buddy, Martha.

  “Hey,” he said. “Hope you don’t mind sloppy seconds, or is it thirds?”

  “Sounds like you and Jeff had a good time. I didn’t know you went that way.”

  Burke let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. It was Martha. Of course, that meant Benji was coming up next, but Burke put that thought out of his mind.

  “We were just messing around,” he said. “Giving you girls a show.”

  “Oh.”

  Silence. Burke shifted. It wasn’t just his cock that was starting to stiffen up. “So. How’s things?”

  “Burke?” Martha asked, her voice low and soft. “Can I tell you somethin
g?”

  “Sure, Martha.”

  “I have wanted to fuck you since I met you.” She giggled. “That’s a relief.”

  “You’re pretty drunk, aren’t you?”

  Martha didn’t say anything. He felt her brush against his knees and realized she had moved around to the front of him. The closet was a walk-in, and all the coats were now piled on the couch in the living room, but it was still a tight fit for two bodies and a chair, especially when one of those bodies was very well endowed.

  Martha was short enough that her breasts brushed against his face as she straddled his bound legs. She smelled nice—a sweet, floral scent—and she felt good against him, too. She wasn’t sitting on his lap, just leaning against him with her hands resting on his shoulders.

  “I can’t fuck you,” she said, sounding sad. “But I thought we could play a little bit.”

  “Okay.”

  She sat on his lap then, turning sideways because the arms of the chair wouldn’t accommodate her straddling him face to face, and her bottom brushed his erection. “Wow. You’re huge. I thought Caroline was just exaggerating.”

  Burke laughed uncomfortably. “Thanks.”

  She shifted around on his lap, and he wasn’t quite sure what she was doing until she leaned forward and pressed her bare breasts to his face. “I’ve seen you staring at them,” she whispered.

  “I’m sorry,” Burke said, finding it hard to concentrate with so much warm, soft flesh in his face. “You’re very pretty.”

  “I’m chubby, but I’ve got a nice rack.”

  Burke wasn’t one to argue with a lady. He nuzzled his face against her breasts, his cock throbbing.

  “Mmm, that’s nice,” she breathed against the top of his head. “Would you suck my nipples? That’ll get me off.”

  Burke had only to turn his head to the side to capture one hard nipple between his lips. He sucked it into his mouth, her skin tasting as sweet as she smelled. She whimpered and shifted on his lap. He sucked harder, the steady, slurping sound filling the closet.

  He turned his head to take the other nipple in his mouth, and her hand was there, holding her breast and feeding it to him. He ran his teeth lightly over her skin, sucking and wetting it until she was slippery against him.

  “Oh, oh, yes,” she moaned. “Just like that. Suck it.”

  He obliged, pausing only long enough to switch to the opposite nipple, sucking rhythmically until she squirmed on his lap and started to come with a gasp. She pressed her ample breasts against his face, all but smothering him as she writhed on his lap. “Oh, Burke!”

  He let her nipple slip from between his lips only when he was sure she had finished. It was a first for him, getting a woman off like that, and he was so hard it hurt.

  The sharp knocking at the door startled Martha and she quickly shifted off his lap. “Oh, God,” she said breathlessly. “Thank you, thank you.”

  “Just make sure you’re all buttoned up,” Burke said, ignoring the ringing in his ears and the way his head was spinning. “They don’t need to know what was going on.”

  Martha took a deep breath. “Right. Okay. Thanks, Burke. That was fun.”

  The door opened and closed before Burke could respond.

  His heart was hammering in his chest. The thought that Benji would be the next to share his closet space did nothing to deter his erection. He’d been hard for so long he ached. He needed release and he needed it soon.

  The door opened again. He took a breath. It wouldn’t be so bad. Benji wouldn’t do anything he didn’t agree to. The problem, of course, was that he was afraid of what he might agree to with his cock bursting through the front of his pants. The door closed. It was the moment of truth.

  “Hey,” he said, trying not to sound the way he felt. Which was horny, drunk, nervous, freaked out—and horny. “How’s it going, man?” A hand ran through his hair, settling on the back of his neck. He flinched, but there was nowhere for him to go.

  “So what have you guys been doing out there?” Even to his own ears he sounded a little strained. “I feel like I’ve been in here forever.” Warm, wet lips silenced him. Warm, wet, familiar lips. “Caroline?” he asked, pulling back as far as his restraints and the chair would allow him, which wasn’t much. “Is that you?”

  She pulled off his blindfold, and there was just enough light coming under the door for him to make out her smiling face. “Who’d you think it was, Benji?”

  “Well, yeah.”

  She kissed him again, harder this time. “Not disappointed, are you?” “Oh, babe, you have no idea how relieved I am.”

  Caroline tugged his shirt free and unbuckled his belt. “Good, because after that little scene with Jeff, I was starting to wonder. I’m happy to see you’re still dressed.”

  He laughed. “Where’s Benji?”

  “He had to leave about ten minutes ago. He said to tell you he was very disappointed he didn’t get his turn and that you owe him.” She unzipped his pants and slipped her hand inside. “I told him that after tonight you’d probably need at least a week’s rest.”

  Burke groaned when she squeezed his cock. “At least a week.” “Oh, baby. You’re so fucking hard.” She pulled away and he heard the sound of rustling cloth. “I’ve been dying to get in here. Seven minutes is a long time when there are four other people ahead of you.”

  “This was your idea,” Burke reminded her. “Maybe next time you’ll think—”

  He lost his voice when he felt her wet, wet pussy slide against his cock. She was facing away from him, the only way they could possibly have sex, with the chair arms getting in the way of her straddling more than his knees. But this way, with her facing the door and her ass in his lap, he could slide inside her. Except she wasn’t guiding him inside her wetness, she was only teasing him by rubbing up and down the length of his aching erection.

  “You feel so good,” she sighed. “I can’t wait to have you inside me.” Burke shifted in the chair, slouching down, trying to find the warm wetness she was keeping from him. “Come here, baby,” he begged. “Let me inside you. Let me fuck you.”

  She wiggled against him. “Yeah? You want to fuck me? Don’t you want to tell me what you’ve been doing in here with my friends?” “Later. I need to be inside you.”

  She shifted slightly and slid back against him, taking the full, hard length of him inside her pussy. Nothing had ever felt so good to him in his life. She slid forward, until just the head of his cock was nestled between her plump lips, before sliding back again and taking him deep inside.

  “Fuck me,” he said through gritted teeth. “Fuck me, Caroline.” She obeyed, riding his cock hard, slamming down on his lap until the chair creaked under the weight of them. He knew it wouldn’t take him long to come, he’d been ready to explode since she’d unzipped his pants, but she came first, her pussy rippling around his cock as she whimpered and moaned.

  Even though she’d slowed her motions and was only rocking on him now, enjoying her orgasm, the feeling of her pussy tight around his cock was enough to send him over the edge. He bucked up against her, feeling his orgasm building deep down in his gut and exploding up out of his cock. Over and over he thrust into her as much as his restraints would allow as she undulated against him, milking him, driving him out of his mind.

  Finally, he was finished. It felt like the longest orgasm of his life. “Wow, babe. That was incredible.”

  “I’m glad,” she said, sounding breathless. “Because our time’s up.” He groaned. “Do we really have to go back out there? They’re going to know what we were doing in here, and I really don’t feel like enduring any more cracks.”

  “They’re gone,” Caroline said, working at the ties on his wrists. “I sent them all home when Martha came out looking like a guilty teenager with her blouse buttoned all wrong.”

  Burke could feel the heat in his cheeks, but felt no need to explain now. Right now, all he wanted was to get out of the damned closet and get naked with his girlfrien
d. “If you sent them home, why didn’t you just let me out of here so we could do this right?”

  Caroline giggled with wicked promise. “Because, silly boy, I wanted my seven minutes in heaven.”

  EMERALD

  WHO’S ON TOP?

  GOT A GAME in your head?”

  These were the first words Corey ever said to me, startling me as he approached unseen from behind. I was standing in my neighborhood park, gazing at the silent baseball field in front of me. It’s a simple field, situated in the far corner of the park off the soccer field. It doesn’t have dugouts or bleachers, just a single metal bench for each team and a chain-link fence that borders the home-plate corner. But a baseball field’s a baseball field as far as I’m concerned.

  A Yankees fan from birth, I grew up in New York with baseball in my blood; my parents met each other at Yankee Stadium during game six of the 1977 World Series. Having moved away from home but stayed on the East Coast, I still go home for a game several times a summer. But for the most part I have to make do now catching them on TV every chance I get.

  In the meantime, I like to visit this field whenever I find myself at the park. My favorite time to come is at dusk, when the no-use-after-dark rule of the park is just about to take effect and parents are starting to gather their little ones and hurry home. I sit on the benches, wander the baselines, lean against the chain-link fence behind home plate, appreciating whatever it is that attracts me about an empty playing field at night.

  It was there I stood that evening mid-season, fingers laced through the metal as I watched the sun setting on the horizon behind second base, when I heard those words: Got a game in your head?

  Turning, I saw an intriguingly hot stranger walking toward me, hands in his jeans pockets. He smiled as he put his hand out.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. My name’s Corey.”

  “Paige,” I said, stepping away from the fence and reaching to shake his hand. Glancing back at the field, I smiled and said, “I was just having a solitary moment of baseball appreciation.”

  Corey laughed. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”