The Ex Games 2

by Cooper, J. S.

  “Yes, we can.” I moved into him. “I can dance for you.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, I want to dance for you.”

  “Dance for me?”

  “Or would you rather I said strip?”

  “Katie, I don’t know.” He looked around and then back at me. “This isn’t what I had in mind for tonight.”

  “Just because you didn’t plan it doesn’t mean it can’t happen.” As I spoke, I thought back to everything I knew about Brandon, and I realized that several things were starting to add up. “You like to be in control, don’t you, Brandon?” I stood up and straddled him as I spoke to him.

  “What man doesn’t?” He shrugged.

  “No, I mean, you need to be in control. Everything about you screams it.” I shook my head in wonder. “I’m not sure how I never realized that before.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “What was your life like before we met?” I pulled my dress up at the sides so that I could rub back and forth on him easier. “I know you had lots of flings and you were focused on your job, but I didn’t really know you.” My eyes gazed into his as I kissed him lightly. He stared back at me with a guarded expression.

  “It doesn’t really matter now, does it?”

  “It doesn’t matter, but I want to know.” I started unbuttoning his shirt and kissed down his neck to his chest. I gasped as his hand ran up my dress and grasped my ass.

  “Hey guys,” a cute topless girl walked up to us. “You’re welcome to do what you want, but if you want to remain in the booth, you need to order a bottle.”

  “A bottle of what?” I questioned.

  “Champagne, Katie.” And Brandon laughed. “We’ll have a bottle of Dom, please.”

  “Coming right up.” The girl shook her breasts at Brandon and he smiled at her appreciatively.

  “I can’t believe you were staring at her breasts.”

  “What?” He looked at me with a bemused expression. “You can’t be serious. You brought me to a strip club and now you’re upset when I check out another ladies’ tits.”

  “I’m not jealous.” I bent my head and bit his shoulder. I didn’t want to analyze my feelings too closely because he was right. I was pissed at the girl for flirting with him and even madder at him for seeming to enjoy the view. My inner brain was screaming at me: She’s the least of your concerns, Katie. He has a fiancée. “It doesn’t matter to me.”

  “Sure.” He laughed and his expression seemed more relaxed. “Why don’t you continue with your dance?” His hands pushed against my ass and brought me in closer to him. “Dance for me and I’ll see how many singles I have.”

  “What?” I frowned as I realized that the mood had changed. I had gone from being in control and having the power to being his personal plaything. I knew that if I continued with my ‘seducing him in the strip club’ plan, I would be the one who ended up feeling hurt at the end of the night. I continued to grind back and forth on him and he reached up and pulled the top of my dress down so that my breasts were rubbing against his chest.

  “Move a little bit faster.” He groaned in my ear as his fingers slipped inside of my panties and rubbed me. “That’s it.” His voice was devious as he slipped his fingers inside of me. I continued moving, but I felt conflicted inside. I wanted him so badly, but not like this. Not with him calling the shots. I jumped up quickly and rubbed my head. “I’m not feeling well.” I made a face. “I’ll be back.” I hurried away to find the bathroom and quickly washed my face with water and drank some to clear my head. I didn’t know what I was going to do. My plan had been to pretend I was really drunk, take him to the strip club, fuck him and leave. But it would only work if he wasn’t the one in control. Now he was the one guiding me. He was the one turning me on. If we had sex in that booth, it was going to be him leaving me and making me feel guilty. I wasn’t going to let that happen. Tears fell from my eyes as I stared in the mirror at my reflection. Who was I becoming? It was one thing for me to have this plan when I thought he was single, but now I knew he had a fiancée and I was still going through with everything. How could I do this to another woman? I took another gulp of water and walked back through the flashing lights, loud music and naked women and knew I had made a mistake.

  “Are you okay?” Brandon jumped up as soon as I reached the booth and he stared at me in concern. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.” I shook my head and avoided eye contact with him.

  “What’s wrong, my Katie?” He pulled me towards him, and his fingers nudged my chin up to look at him.

  “Nothing.” I averted my gaze.

  “Hey guys, the Dom is here.” The half-naked waitress came back and I wanted to groan.

  “Set it on the table, thanks.” Brandon’s eyes never left mine. “Katie,” he continued. “I know something is wrong. I can see it in your eyes. Tell me what’s wrong?”

  “I want to go home.” I mumbled, my insides crumbling as he held me against him.

  “I’m not letting you go anywhere unless you tell me what’s wrong.” His voice was adamant and he pulled me down to the couch to him. “Katie,” his fingers caressed my cheeks. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”

  “I’m just not feeling good.”

  “Do you need me to take you to the doctor?” His eyes looked worried and I shook my head. Why was he being so nice? He was making this so much harder on me. I didn’t want to be reminded of how caring he was. “Need me to play doctor?” He grinned and I shook my head as he made a funny face. “’Cause I can play doctor, you know that, right?”

  “Hmm, I think I remember you made a pretty good doctor once upon a time.”

  “I know. Once upon a time, I nursed you back to health and became the luckiest man in the world.” His eyes caught mine and we just stared at each other for a moment. In that moment I felt like the last seven years hadn’t happened.

  “I was very lucky that night.” I whispered as he kissed my cheek.

  “I was going to propose, you know.”

  “What?” I stared at him in shock.

  “That was going to be my Christmas gift.” He rolled his eyes. “Corny, I know. I was going to do it at my parents’ house on Christmas Eve. I had it all planned.”

  “I had no idea.” My heart raced as I stared at him. “You never told me.”

  “It wouldn’t have been a Christmas surprise if I had told you.”

  “I’m sorry I lied.” I looked down at my lap. “I guess I never really got to say it before. But, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to deceive you.”

  “Shh.” He shook his head and grabbed my hand. “Let’s go.”

  “But what about the Dom?”

  “What about it?” He laughed and grabbed the bottle up before throwing some notes on the table. “We’re taking it with us.”

  “Where are we going?”

  “Back to my apartment.”

  “Oh.”

  “If that’s okay?” He asked me softly, a question in his eyes.

  “Yes.” I nodded slowly. Just one more night, I thought to myself. I just needed one more night to get him out of my head.

  ***

  His apartment reminded me of the one we had shared in New York. It had the same homey, yet masculine, feel and I immediately felt at ease. We walked into the apartment urgently and our lips fell upon each other as soon as he closed the door. He picked me up and placed the Dom under his arm as he carried me.

  “Where are we going?” I looked up at him as he walked past what appeared to be his bedroom door.

  “To the guest bathroom. It has a bigger tub than in my room.”

  “Oh, why?”

  “One of the best memories I have is of the time we made love in the shower.” He grinned at me. “I’ve thought about it many times. I want to make some memories in the tub now.”

  “Oh.” I blushed as he reminded me of the night we had made love in the shower. It had been during our
experimentation stage and many sex toys were involved.

  “Come here.” He pulled me towards him and kissed me hard. I lifted my arms up and he pulled my dress off before admiring my naked breasts. “Shit, you’re sexy.”

  “You’re not so bad yourself.” I pulled his shirt off and then his pants. “You’re not wearing any briefs?”

  “I was hoping to have some fun tonight.”

  “You were?” I frowned at him. “But you said earlier that I was going to be disappointed. You said you had no plans to fuck me?”

  “I lied.” He laughed and his eyes clouded over. “You don’t have the monopoly on that, you know.”

  I leaned forward and kissed him hard, wanting him to shut up so he didn’t ruin the moment. His fingers played with my hair and then he slowly pulled away. “Don’t pout, I’m just running the bath.” He turned the taps on and then poured a liquid into the tub. It started foaming up right away and I grew excited.

  “Are you sure we’re both going to fit?”

  “Yes.”

  He reached over and slipped my panties off and then he got into the tub. “Are you going to join me?” He smiled and reached a hand out for me and I took it gratefully. I stepped into the tub and stood there, not sure where to sit. “Sit on my lap.” He pulled me down towards him and I sat with my back towards him. He reached over and touched something and all the lights went out. We sat there in the tub in silence for a few seconds as the bubbles filled up the bath. Brandon grabbed a washcloth and started bathing me. His hands rubbed my neck and my shoulders, then fell to my breasts and my stomach. “Spread your legs, let me clean you.” He whispered in my ear and he used the washcloth to wash my private area. I melted back into him enjoying the feel of his strong hands as they moved the warm soapy washcloth along my body. I closed my eyes and rubbed his legs as he continued to clean me. I moaned as I felt his fingers replace the washcloth in his exploration. They moved up to my breasts and he squeezed my breasts and molded them to his palms. He then pinched my nipples and started kissing my neck. I groaned as his fingers slipped in-between my legs and he caressed my clit in the water. The feeling was intense and slightly different. After a few minutes I shifted in the bathtub so that I was straddling him. He took my breast in his mouth, and I reached down and held his cock still so that I could ride him. We both groaned as I slid down on his hardness in the water and started gyrating. My movements were stilted in the small space, but he used his hands to hold my ass and push me up and down on his cock. Our breathing was fast as we fucked in the bathtub and the bathtub water splashed over the side as we orgasmed together. I lay flat on him and he held me for a few minutes as our bodies continued trembling against each other.

  “I think it’s time for me to wash you again.” He said softly and kissed my cheek as his hand grabbed the washcloth again. I shook my head and took it out of his hand.

  “No, I think it’s time for me to wash you.” I smiled at him deviously and lowered the washcloth to his cock.

  We left the bathtub about thirty minutes later and made love one more time before lying next to each other in the bed. I felt tired and confused. My heart was playing games with my head and I didn’t know which side was up.

  “I’ve really missed you, Katie.” Brandon mumbled as he played with my breasts in bed. “I think about fucking your brains out all the time.”

  His words sparked something in me and I rolled out of the bed and Brandon sat up. “Where are you going?” He mumbled as he reached for me.

  “I’m going home.” I stood there in front of him in all of my naked glory, feeling powerful and satiated.

  “What?” His eyes narrowed and he ran his hand through his hair before rubbing his chin. “Where are you going?”

  “Back to my hotel room.” I gave him a wide smile and then bent down to kiss him one last time. As I pulled away, I let my breasts rub against his arm and I pulled away quickly as his hand went to grasp my left breast.

  “You can’t go now.” He groaned. “You’re drunk. It’s not safe.”

  “I’m not 18 anymore, Brandon. I can handle my wine.” I laughed and pulled on my dress. “I think I’ll be fine getting home by myself.”

  “No.” He jumped up and walked over to me. “I’m not going to let you leave.”

  “I don’t think you get it, Brandon.” I pulled on my shoes. “I’m not a damsel in distress, and I don’t need you. Thanks for the fuck, though. You taught me some new tricks.” I smiled at him as I grabbed my handbag. “I think Matt will appreciate all the skills you’ve taught me when we finally get to make love.”

  His face turned murderous at my words and I walked past him quickly, hoping to get out of his apartment with the last word. I felt high as I hurried to the door. I had done it. I had fucked him and now I was leaving him without a clue as to what was going on. I had taken what I wanted and now I was the one in control. I’d showed him that he meant as little to me as I meant to him. My hand reached for the front door knob and I grinned to myself in excitement, this was match point and I was about to win. I had done it. A second later, I felt his hands on my shoulders.

  “What are you doing?” I gasped as he pushed me against the door and moved in against me. He raised his arms above my shoulders and leaned against me, pressing me into the door, his body acting like a trap.

  “I just told you, Katie. I’m not going to let you leave.” His eyes glittered down at me and his hand slipped up my thigh through the slit in my dress. His fingers pushed their way in-between my legs and worked their way into my wetness, rubbing against my clit before slowly entering me. My body betrayed me by buckling at his touch and my legs moved apart involuntarily as he fucked me with his fingers. “And I don’t think you want to leave right now, do you?” He whispered against my whimpering lips and I closed my eyes as my sudden and swift climax answered him. And once again he was in control.

  ***

  “Good morning, sleepyhead.” Brandon’s smiling face was staring down at me as I woke up. I stretched in the bed and yawned.

  “It’s too dark out to be morning.” I groaned and closed my eyes again.

  “It’s not too early for morning sex though.” His hand crept up from my stomach to my right breast and I moaned as he pinched my nipple.

  “Brandon.” I rolled over towards him. “Not right now.”

  “I guess I’ll give you a break.” He laughed and pulled me towards him. “I guess we did wear ourselves out last night.”

  “Yeah.” I smiled back at him and kissed him softly before freezing. This wasn’t a dream. This was real life. I was in bed with Brandon still. Flashbacks of the night before came back to me, me trying to leave, him stopping me and fingering me to one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. Going back to bed and making love again before us falling asleep.

  “I’m glad you decided to stay last night.” His eyes glinted into mine.

  “I didn’t have much of a choice, did I?” I pulled away from him.

  “You always have a choice.”

  “I wanted to leave last night.”

  “To go home and call Matt?” His eyes narrowed. “Were you going to tell him how you fucked me again, but it was all good because you were going to let him fuck you next, like some sort of sloppy seconds?”

  “How dare you?” I slapped his face hard and then clapped my hand to my mouth in shock as I stared at the bright red fingerprints across his face. “Oh my God, I’m sorry.”

  “No. I deserved it.” He lay back and sighed. “I should apologize.”

  “No, it’s fine.” I shook my head and lay back as well. “It was my bad. I wanted to get a rise out of you last night. I guess I was trying to play a game and it didn’t go the way I planned.”

  “So you didn’t really want to go?”

  “I don’t know.” I shrugged and looked away.

  “Maria and I have never had sex,” Brandon blurted out, and he turned towards me with intense eyes.

  “What?” I turned back t
owards him.

  “We’ve never had sex.” He laughed. “I know that’s hard to believe.”

  “But you’re engaged?” I stared at him confused. “I don’t get it.”

  “I did it to help her.” He shrugged. “I can’t really talk about it.”

  “Do you love her?” I whispered, yelling at myself for asking the question that plagued my heart.

  “I don’t love her.” He shook his head.

  “Oh.” I stared at him with wide eyes. Where did this leave us? Was it possible that we had a future?

  “I’ve missed you, Katie.” He leaned in toward me, and his fingers ran through my hair and down my face.

  “I’ve missed you as well.” I reached over and ran my fingers along his lips. “I’ve thought about your face for so long. I can’t believe I’m here with you right now.”

  “I need to have you again. I need to feel myself in you.” He grabbed me and pulled me towards him. “Let me love you, Katie.”

  I nodded and he pulled me up onto my knees before getting behind me.

  “I remember that you always used to love doggy-style.” He laughed as he positioned his already hard cock next to my dripping opening. “I can go so deep from behind. It almost feels like we are becoming one.”

  “I know.” I groaned as he entered me. “Oh, Brandon. Don’t stop.” I groaned as he slid in and out of me slowly. “Please go faster.”

  “Do you trust me, Katie?” His hands gripped my hips as he increased his pace slightly.

  “Yes.” I moaned and closed my eyes as I fell forward slowly.

  “Let me take you in a way I’ve never taken you before.” He grunted and I cried out as he withdrew his cock from me.

  “What are you doing?” I moaned, wanting to feel him inside of me.

  “I took one of your cherries, let me take the other one too.”

  “What?” My jaw dropped open and I froze.

  “Let me love you, Katie.” His thumb grazed my butt hole and I jumped.