I laughed uncomfortably, but within seconds of his lips kissing and licking me, that awkward oh, my God from before became a pleasurable one. I didn’t time him, but by the number of times my back tried to lock into an arch, I’d say he went well over one minute. Which was cruel in a way. It was my intention to do the exact same thing to him, and here he was nailing me with my own dirty trick. But at least I had him excited, ‘cause he was gripping my skin so hard his fingers had to be leaving red marks.
The bastard abandoned me abruptly, leaving me squirming for more on purpose, sensations erupting from my belly uncontrollably. As I struggled to deal with my inner spasms of ecstasy, he watched me with amusement, popping a few more beans into his mouth. I was really freakin’ turned on at the moment, and as wet as he just made me, I didn’t like that my panties were now sticking out of his side pocket like a trophy. And if I lost anymore rounds, he was surely gonna do that all over again…and part of me wanted that so bad.
It was awkward to sit, and I grabbed the cards and shuffled them, determined to win the next hand. “You are really lucky I took your shirt that first round, cause I’m going for those lower layers now, bucko.”
“It’s called strategy, Jenna. Being one of the co-creators of this game, I would’ve thought you understood that.” He sat down with a glass of water in hand, dragging his finger all along the top rim. “You dressed all sexy to screw with my dick, when what you should’ve been doing was putting on six layers of underwear.” He winked before sipping his drink. “And yes, if you lose another hand, I will make you pay for it all over again.”
I didn’t doubt that taunt for one second. “How is it you understand this game better than I do?”
Half-smile. Wink. And nothing more. Oh, it was so on!
I flicked his cards at him, and he good-naturedly collected them. Finally! A hand I wasn’t gonna lose. I crossed one leg over the other and kicked it out repeatedly. He’d already dumped three cards, his eyes greedily watching my foot as it went in and out of view. It wasn’t until I gave him new cards that he realized I’d kept my entire hand.
“What exactly do you have in there, Princess?”
Princess smiled. Big time.
And then I spread my awesome cards across the table. Full house, kings over threes.
“Fuck,” he groaned, and threw his hand on the table. He had absolutely nothing, not even a pair.
I giggled, happy to finally exact some revenge. I straddled his lap and felt his body writhe beneath mine as I squeezed him through his thin cargo pants. Good thing he wore the loose ones, ‘cause he was running out of room in there. My hands slowly climbed his chest, and he actually griped when I removed the tie from around his neck.
“What? I thought you were going to start taking off some of those,” he cried, motioning his eyes downward.
I laughed wickedly, enjoying his frustration. “Why? So I can offer you some relief instead of forcing you to deal with a stiffy? No, Evan,” I teased. “I told you. I wanna see you standing there with nothing but a sock sticking up in the air.” Just for pleasure, I squeezed him again before standing up. “I’ll spare you the edible part of this win, ‘cause I don’t think you have too long before you burst through the seams down there.”
I quickly shuffled the deck as he squirmed to get comfortable in his seat, eyeing me mischievously. My next hand sucked something else and I had to trade out three cards, same as Evan. Apparently, neither of us wanted to show our cards first.
“I’ve got nothing,” I finally loathed.
“Me neither. Guess that means the highest card wins.”
Ooh. A grin spread across my face ‘cause I had the queen of hearts, and I quickly tossed it to the table. “Did I beat you?”
He tossed his king of clubs over my card.
Shamelessly, he rebutted, “I’ve got something I’d love for you to beat, but sadly, I’ll have to wait a bit longer.” My mouth dropped open in shock. His dirty little mind was getting more brazen by the second…and I secretly loved it. “Jenna, you look really cute with your mouth hanging open like that, but if it gets tired from repeating the gesture all night, just let me know. I’ve got something I’d like to slide in that’ll be the perfect fit to offer you some relief.”
I slowly clamped my mouth, pursing my lips so not to be tempted to do that again. Oh, the sexual tension had him so close to snapping. Without waiting to be summoned, I willingly got up, placed my hands on my waist and exaggerated my sway. He reached out and firmly squeezed his favorite place, my hips. His fingers dug in so hard I thought for sure he was gonna rip the skirt from my body. And just to drive him a little more nuts, I moved my hands to his head and roughly combed through his hair. His head easily wrenched back with each tug, a look of pure bliss on his face.
“You know, you look kinda drunk right now.”
“That’s your fault,” he said very slowly. “It’s because I can smell you.”
“Oh…” I bent to whisper in his ear, “Serves you right for taking my panties and then screwing with the dam, ‘cause now I’ve sprung a leak that you haven’t tended to.”
He was still dazed, but laughing seemed to snap him out of it a bit. He pushed me backward and left me standing out of reach, his eyes filled with sexual desire as he ogled my body. He held his hand out, rubbing his fingertips together. “Could I please have your bra now, Princess?”
Yeah, I knew that was coming. I was in the process of reaching behind my back and turning around when I suddenly heard something I used to say to tease him in our dreams. “Bip-bip-bip-bip-bip!” I gasped and shot around to face him, appalled he even remembered that. “I swear to God, Jenna. I’m walking a fine line here. If you make that O face one more time, I will shove myself in it.”
Oh, really? I slowly scraped my teeth across my bottom lip and made my way back to him, swinging my leg around so I could sit snugly in his lap. Yeah, he was definitely having a hard time down there. It seemed licking me the way he did got my pheromones all crazy, and actually might’ve screwed him more than it did me. Reaching up to scratch his scalp with my fingernails, I leaned to whisper in his ear. “Is that a promise? If you want it off so bad, why don’t you just take it then?”
“Are you talking about me or you right now?”
I chuckled, ‘cause he was literally throbbing between my legs, and I knew he was close to breaking on me. But before he could start stripping himself instead of me, I reached behind and unfastened my bra, dropping the lace between us. “Me,” I replied all innocent-like. “You can stay all snug and warm in your clothes for now.” I looked down to his feet. “But if you’d like to cool down a bit, I can remove those socks for you if I ever win another hand or two.” He glared at me, his lips rolling tightly, disappearing inside his mouth. “So how’s that strategy working out for you now?” I teased, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck.
Oh, that did it. There was no mistaking the look in his eyes, which were just two inches from mine. You know that ol’ saying, don’t poke the bear…maybe I’d actually learn that now.
“You know, I’m feeling kind of hungry again, so I should probably grab something to eat. You may be willing to pass on the edible portion of our game, but I’m not. I know exactly what I’m in the mood for next.”
“Oh, yeah?”
He stood with me still enveloped within his arms, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his body to keep from dragging. He leaned me over until my back was flush against the bed, releasing me. “Get comfy,” he whispered before pulling away.
I lay there while he messed around at the food table again, curiously awaiting his next course.
“Finally, I get to practice my culinary plating skills,” he scoffed, enclosing my body with his knees as he crawled towards me and finally settled upon my hips.
I covered my eyes in shame the moment he used a spoon to smother peanut sauce in a circle on my br**sts. The metal spoon was freakin’ cold and he allowed it to linger there on purpose, waiting for me to shiver. I tried not to laugh as something was placed on top of the sauce, most likely the Vietnamese spring rolls I sliced earlier. I figured they’d most likely be used for this purpose, but imagining it happening and actually being subjected to it, were two completely different things.
“Look at you all blushing. I’m getting dinner and a show tonight. What’s the matter? This game not working out quite like you planned?” He grabbed my hands and held them prisoner above my head, forcing me to observe that twisted smile of delight. “Sorry, but I’m not going to eat my dinner unless you’re willing to watch me lick my plate clean.”
“Oh, just eat me,” I playfully threatened.
“With pleasure.”
Lordy, it was unfair what that boy could do with his mouth. He was swift to eat the rolls, but took his sweet time sucking and licking the peanut sauce off my skin, spending most of the time swirling it around with the tip of his tongue. Long before he finished, embarrassing moans were coming out of me, and my belly area was spasming so hard my h*ps were thrusting, his stiff c**k ramming against me with each beat. Mercifully, he released me after about ten minutes, just eight long minutes after I was ready to shred his clothes off with my teeth.
Maybe that’s why he continued to hold me down.
He hovered above me, my body unable to stop wiggling, even though his h*ps secured me in place. He grinned and beared my thrusts, pinching his lips. “So…I’m willing to offer you a trade at this time.”
All I wanted to do was moan and scream and beg him to take me, so it was hard to steady my voice and force the words, “Oh, yeah? Trading isn’t mentioned in the rules, but I’m open for a possible rewrite.”
His eyes darted back and forth between my face and br**sts. “I’ll spare you the minute down below, which we both know you can’t take any more of right now…” With a little more intensity, he finished, “If you’ll reach down and pull that f**king sock off my dick.”
I pretended to think on it. I knew he was as bad off as I was, feeling the way he throbbed against me. “Tell you what. I’ll make a deal with you. If you forfeit the game and declare me the winner so that I get to claim the dessert later, I’ll bend over this bed and let you take me right now.”
Duh… Of course he took the deal.
17
Now that should be declared the leading definition for bleh-heh-heh. It was another weekend he left me aching (which I kept to myself this time), but it got him past the delusion that I was too delicate to play hard with. The rest of February went by in a blur and March crept up out of nowhere. Except for that time Evan took me sledding at a more friendly slope so I could practice my steering, we pretty much stayed indoors, ‘cause it was just too freakin’ cold out. No wonder there was always a baby boom every fall. Couples getting snowed in for several months tended to stay in the bedroom a lot, and a college guy like Evan in his sexual prime was no exception. And as much as he tried to sway my decision, I wouldn’t play our little game again, forcing him to wait until another special occasion. But it was cute the way he continued to beg.
After our special little romp, I pretty much spent every night at his place, just returning home in the morning to shower and change and do the whole day over again. It was nice to call his place home and fall asleep in his arms, but it forced me to endure an endless collection of movies from the eighties. Seriously, I would’ve thought I’d seen them all by now, but he always managed to find another one. Their crazy colored outfits and too-much-hair-product hairstyles made me really grateful I wasn’t a teenager in that decade.
As we were lying there watching The Lost Boys, he casually mentioned, “I don’t think I can hold my mom off much longer.”
I chuckled, completely amused that he was still embarrassed for us to spend time together. Seriously, the woman wasn’t that bad compared to my last boyfriend’s mother, who I thought could’ve given Faye Dunaway a run for her money for the leading role in Mommie Dearest. “I don’t know what you’re worried about. Afraid she’s gonna tell me something about your past that’s gonna make me up and run? ‘Cause I should tell you that you please me sexually, so it’ll take one hell of a whammy to knock me off this pedestal you’ve put me on.”
Smiling, he kissed my forehead. “Well, she does have plenty of ammo in the ways of awkward childhood photos I could go the rest of my life without you seeing.”
“Just set it up and get it over with. Otherwise she might decide to pop up here one night.” I turned my head from the comfortable crook between his arm and chest to face him. “Does she know I stay here every night?”
He shook his head. “They know you work six days a week and get off late, and they know I go to meet you afterwards. But since their bedroom is on the other side of the house and it’s late by the time we come home after dinner, it’s unlikely they’ve ever noticed you coming up here with me.
“Unless they’re able to hear your screams when we go at it,” he added with a smirk. “But the way you scream, moan and whimper all at the same time, it’s well worth the risk.”
It wasn’t easy, but I totally ignored his attempt to rile me up in hopes of getting physical. “Just out of curiosity, am I even allowed up here?”
“I’m turning twenty-one next week, Jenna. They hardly think I’m a virgin, but I don’t exactly go around advertising that you’re sleeping here all the same.”