Withholding Nothing
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“Because they make things interesting.”
“What’s on the table?”
“If I win…”he trailed, looking up at the ceiling for a brief moment. “You owe me dinner while wearing lingerie.”
Holy hell. I turned and examined the group of people standing outside of the laser tag attraction waiting for the current players to finish their game. With all the built-up sexual energy I had inside, there was no way I’d be able to make it until midnight if he started his shenanigans while I wore lingerie. He smirked at me, awaiting my answer.
“Dinner tonight?” I asked slowly.
“Yep. As soon as we get home, sex kitten,” he murmured, the wicked grin never leaving his face.
I rolled my eyes. I’d eventually learn my lesson about making deals with the devil. “Fine. But if I win…” What could I possibly want from him? I could say he could make me dinner naked, but that would be a joy for him and another teasing mechanism that would backfire on me. “Um…if I win, you owe me a free oil change.”
He gave me a look that said, “Really?” I gave him a sheepish shrug and strolled over to wait with the others. Kids, teens, and adults rushed out, excited voices surrounding us as the winners boasted about their scores. The losing team looked up at the scoreboard and shook their head.
O’Shea leaned in closer to me. “That’s going to be you in a few minutes,” he whispered. I scoffed and rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the throb that started between my legs at the smell of his cologne.
Once he paid our admission, we picked teams and suited up. O’Shea was stuck with three kids and two teenagers while I had two teens and three adults. This was going to be a piece of cake.
“So when can I drop my car off for my oil change?” I joked as we headed to our respective bases.
He laughed. “Right after I leave the apartment from having my winner’s dinner,” he tossed over his shoulder and disappeared.
“So what’s our strategy?” one of the teens asked, securing his gear. When everyone looked at me, I fumbled for words to say.
“What, am I the captain or something?”
“Why not?” an older guy asked. I took in our surroundings, making note of the places that made good hiding spots.
“Stay out of sight and buddy up with someone. There are six of us, so we can easily split into three pairs. You need someone watching your back at all times. Stay quiet and don’t run around too much or you’ll be an easy target,” I instructed.
“I’m partnering with the hot one,” one of the adult guys said, moving over to stand next to me. Once everyone linked up with a teammate, we all crouched down behind a wall and waited for the countdown.
The room was dark and a bit stuffy; the only thing visible was the neon lights on the walls and the lights on my teammates’ vests. A fog machine went off in the distance as the countdown went out, signaling the start of the game. A couple of my teammates rushed in front of me, darting between the walls and looking around.
I waved my arm to direct my partner to move. We weaved between a couple of walls and moved deeper into the arena.
“So are you single?” my partner asked. I ducked behind a short wall as I saw an enemy player passing. Not close enough to take a shot.
“Are you?” he asked again.
I swatted him away. “Will you hush before you blow our position?”
“Sorry. I’d just like to—”
“I’m here with someone if that answers your question,” I spat in a low tone.
“Yeah, she is,” a deep voice said just as my vest vibrated.
I turned around to see O’Shea dashing off behind a wall. “Fuck!” I gritted, pounding the floor with my fist as I stood and followed behind him, forgetting all about my partner. I took cautious steps, stood against walls, and climbed up stairs while ducking and dodging the enemy’s lasers. My partner soon caught up with me and luckily kept his mouth closed. We crept across the ramp and came across an enemy player hiding out behind a pillar.
I took a shot and ran away, giggling to myself when I heard them shriek. The game continued and I shot a few more people, never seeming to hit or find O’Shea. Soon enough, a deep robotic voice announced, “Game over.” We all filed out of the arena and returned our gear before going out to look at the scoreboard.
O’Shea let out a content sigh and puffed his chest out. “So what type of wine should I grab on the way home for my winner’s dinner?” he asked.
I frowned, rereading the score of 1200 to 970. Why did I make another bet with him again?
“Oh ha ha ha. You’re still a loser,” I said, sticking my tongue out at him. Lust flashed in his eyes so fast that I almost missed it. He blinked and replaced the look of desire on his face with a playful expression.
“The scoreboard doesn’t say that,” he said, draping an arm around my shoulder and turning me around. “What would you like to do now?”
“You choose since I chose laser tag.”
He looked around for a few moments. “How about mini golf?”
“I don’t know how to play.”
“No worries, I’ll show you,” he said, steering me toward the courses.
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Once we were on the course, he hit the ball and bit his lip as he looked on to see where his ball would end up. When the ball went into the hole, he nodded and turned to me.
“That’s how a pro does it. Since you’re not a pro just yet, I’ll help you,” he said.
I waved him off. “Oh, shut up. This course is a straight shot,” I said with a giggle. He moved to stand behind me and put his arms around me, placing his hands over mine to steady them. The closeness of his body made me tingle, butterflies appearing in my stomach again.
“Now this isn’t like golf. You don’t have to swing like Tiger Woods just to get the ball in the hole. Just a slight nudge,” he said, moving my arm back a little and swinging forward, sending the ball along. The ball inched its way to the hole, creeping so slow that I thought it wouldn’t go in. I squealed when it fell in, jumping into his arms as I hugged him. It wasn’t until his arms encircled me that I realized what I’d done, feeling awkward in an instant.
I pulled away and cleared my throat. “Sorry, just got a little excited,” I murmured, moving on to the next hole. When he attempted to help me again, I declined. My hormones bounced all over the place and were on the verge of betraying me. I didn’t need him giving me more reasons to lose control. He held his hands up and stepped to the side as I hit the ball, stifling a chuckle as it went past the hole.
“Damn it,” I muttered, walking over to its new position.
After three tries, the ball finally sunk in. “I tried to help you,” he teased.
“Yeah, yeah, just go.”
After playing a few more holes, I figured it was best to actually talk to him.
“Do you have any siblings?” I asked.
He hit his ball and nodded, never taking his eyes off of it. “I’m the youngest out of four. Only boy.” I let out an embarrassing snort, eliciting a chuckle from him.
“I bet that was fun,” I mused.
“Sure, if you call hardly being able to use the bathroom, listening to boy talk, and dealing with hair clogging the shower drain fun. The good thing about it was that I always had my own room,” he said, stepping aside so I could take my turn.
“Are they all back home in Virginia?”
“Two of them are, yeah. My sister born before me passed away a couple of years ago,” he mentioned, a slight frown settling on his handsome features. I swallowed hard, my heart slightly breaking for this man who appeared more human each time I talked to him.
“I’m so sorry to hear that,” I murmured.
“What about you?” he quickly added. Noticing the change of subject, I moved along to the next hole with him.
“One sister. Our family is tiny compared to yours,” I joked.
“Yeah. I could only imagine what it was like for my mom to raise us on her own.”
He smiled. “We survived somehow. What about your parents?”
“Still together and living in my childhood home.”
“That’s cool. Good relationship with them?”
“Yeah, of course. They’ve been worried about me lately with this whole late bills thing. Even wanted me to move back home.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I don’t know. Once you’ve had a taste of being on your own, it’s kind of hard to go back to someone else’s rules and all that, you know?”
He nodded thoughtfully. “I hear you on that one.”
We finished our game and headed back to the lobby. “That was fun. Want to head back to the apartment? You still have to cook, you know, and it’s getting kind of late,” he teased.
I rolled my eyes. “We may be having left overs because everything in the freezer is frozen, unless you want a sandwich.”
“I don’t care what it is as long as you’re wearing lingerie while you’re making it,” he said with a wink. I shook my head.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let’s just get this over with.”
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I shouldn’t have felt as nervous as I did right now. Staring at myself in my full-length mirror, I’d never felt so naked and vulnerable than I did in this moment. I’d slipped into my lacey black bra and matching thong set, hoping this would be enough to classify as lingerie. O’Shea waited in the living room, which made me both excited and terrified.
“Don’t lose control,” I whispered to myself, glancing at the clock to see it was 11:01 p.m. I had about an hour left to hold out before I finally gave in and let him have his way with my body. I can totally do this. Just one hour.
Taking a deep breath, I finally left my bedroom, slowly walking down the hall. O’Shea watched something on the ESPN channel, completely oblivious to my presence. I cleared my throat to catch his attention.
“Is this good enough?” I asked softly. He turned his head and looked at me, letting out a low whistle.
“Damn, girl,” he murmured, his eyes scanning up and down my body. “Turn around.” I slowly turned around for him to see, my whole body feeling warm under his gaze. “It’s perfect.”
“Good,” I nearly whispered and headed to the kitchen.
“Oh, and Ashton?” he called out. I paused, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Yeah?” I managed to get out.
“Just heat up the leftovers from last night. It’s later than I realized and I have to work in the morning.”
“Okay then,” I responded. I retrieved the leftovers, tossing them into the microwave for a few minutes while I grabbed a couple of plates. After plating the food, I joined him in the living room and sat on the other end of the couch. I felt his eyes on me, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.
“You look amazing, just in case I didn’t say that earlier,” he said.
“Thanks.”
“I actually didn’t think you’d do it,” he admitted with a chuckle.
I shrugged “Well, I’m a good sport and a bet is a bet.”
“Are you taking any calls tonight?”
“Nah, my line is off. It would be pretty rude to get a call while we’re hanging out, don’t you think?”
“Not really.”
I paused in my eating and looked at him. “You wouldn’t be bothered by the fact that I’m having phone sex with another man or woman—”
“Wait, women call you?” he asked, his mouth agape. I laughed at his shocked expression and nodded.
“Lesbians and bisexual women do exist, sir. I haven’t gotten one of those calls yet though,” I said.
“Ah gotcha,” he said. Most of dinner was quiet, the only noise coming from the TV as the sports broadcasters talked about highlights from an earlier game. “Did you enjoy yourself tonight?”
“ I did,” I admitted. “It’s been a while since I’ve had fun. You know, ever since the break up and everything.”
“Yeah, same,” he said, putting his empty plate on the coffee table.
“I’ll take that to the kitchen,” I offered, grabbing it and quickly standing before he could object. When I reached the kitchen, I placed the dishes in the dishwasher with a sigh. As the time limit for our original bet wound down, I found myself a bit nervous about actually having sex with him.
I turned in the direction of the living room and watched him for a few moments. He’d turned to a scary movie and seemed to already be engrossed in it. “Just play it cool,” I whispered to myself before walking back over to join him.
I sat on the opposite end of the couch and crossed my bare legs, trying to focus on the TV. “What is this?” I asked, trying to be discreet about wiping my sweaty palms on the couch.
“The Conjuring or something.” He looked at me. “Why are you all the way over there?”
“Where else would I be?” I asked, cringing at the nervousness in my voice.
“I don’t know. You could be…closer,” he offered, his tone low.
I glanced at the digital clock on the cable box. 11:51 p.m. Only nine minutes left.
“It’s not a big deal,” I said with a nervous giggle.
“Then I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if I moved closer to you,” he murmured. I cleared my throat and shifted in my spot a bit.
“I guess it doesn’t really matter since you moved over here before I could object.”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Do you want me to move?” I shook my head and tuned back into the movie, trying to ignore the tsunami of hormones surging within me.
I watched the clock like a hawk, becoming restless. The moment it read 12:00, I breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever happened after this point wouldn’t matter. I’d won the bet. As if sensing my restlessness, O’Shea’s finger drew circles on my thigh, raising goose bumps on my skin.
“You smell really nice,” he said, leaning in closer to me.
“Thanks.” I squeezed my legs together, willing the tingling between them to stop. He took my face into his hands and kissed me gently, gauging my reaction. A smile touched his lips when I reciprocated, giving him the green light to continue. His hand crept up my thigh and gave it a firm squeeze, threatening to move a little higher. His kisses trailed from the corner of my mouth, jawline, and down to my neck before moving down to the exposed skin of my chest. Grabbing my legs, he placed them across the couch as he transitioned to hover over me, continuing the assault on my mouth. I shivered as his hand moved between my legs, stroking my clit through my panties.
“You’re already so wet,” he whispered in my ear, nibbling on my ear lobe. I bit my lip as he pushed my panties to the side and caressed my sensitive flesh.
“O’Shea…” I panted. He eased two fingers inside of me and kissed my lips.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, gazing into my eyes as he pumped his fingers in and out of my wetness. I fisted his shirt in my hands and gasped, unable to form any words as pleasure overwhelmed my body. “Do you want me to stop, Ashton?”
“No, please don’t,” I moaned, moving my hips in rhythm with his hand. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, muffling my cries as he fingered me faster.
“If you’re this tight around my fingers, I can only imagine how you’ll feel around my cock,” he growled in my ear.
“What’s the magic word?” I breathed.
He looked at me in confusion, pausing in his task. “Magic word? For what?”
I swallowed hard. I knew I was now at the point of no return, both fear and anticipation playing tug of war with my mind. “You said when I wanted the grand finale, I just had to say the word, but you never told me what the word was.”
His eyes darkened at my words as he licked his lips. “You just have to say yes.” He slowly moved his fingers within me again, never taking his eyes off of me. Here goes nothing
.
I took a deep breath and kissed him hard. “Well, in that case….yes.”
Chapter Ten
O’Shea
Holy fuck.
She said the word.
She looked up at me, her eyes pleading me to give her everything I’d promised her throughout the week and I planned to make every one of those promises come to life.
“I want to feel you now,” she purred, reaching for the buckle of my belt. I shook my head and pulled away. I’d waited too long to rush all of this. By the time I finished with her, she’d always remember this night. I removed my fingers from her and stood to my feet.
“Not yet. There’s something else I want to do before that,” I said, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV. She looked at me in confusion, shrieking in surprise when I scooped her up into my arms.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
I carried her to her bedroom without a word and laid her on the bed. She watched as I took off my shirt, her eyes filled with appreciation. Slowly crawling on the bed to her, I kissed my way up her legs, satisfaction filling me as she trembled. I grabbed the sides of her thong and pulled them down, tossing them aside. She sat up a bit and unsnapped her bra before also tossing it, lying back down to watch me with curious eyes. She groaned as I licked between her wet folds with an eager tongue.
“I still love the way you taste,” I growled, squeezing her thighs as I lapped up her juices. Her body shook and bucked against my tongue, one hand gripping my head and the other gripping the bed sheet.
“Oh my god,” she panted, arching her back and holding my head in place. I began humming on her clit, sending a vibration through her body that made her squirm beneath me. She screamed out and tightened her legs around my head, convulsing against my tongue as it flickered against her sensitive pearl. I thrust my fingers inside her once more while suckling her clit.
“I’m almost there,” she moaned, grinding her core against my darting tongue.
“Mmm…come for me, baby,” I murmured, flicking my tongue against her clit as I pumped my fingers faster inside of her.
“O’Shea!” she screamed as she reached her climax, jerking as I sucked her clit. I finally stopped, planting a gentle kiss on her wet flesh before kissing her inner thighs and moving up to her lips.