“Problem?”
“What the hell are you doing with my clothes?”
“I think you mean my clothes seeing as I won them.”
“Hey, this started as a joke but it's not funny anymore. Hand them over.”
“This is what you get for talking all that crap while we were playing.”
“What do you want? An apology?”
“No, get on your knees and beg.” There was a glint of humor in her eyes. She was just messing with me, but I didn't want to play. I grabbed the clothes but she pulled back.
“Oh my god I was just kidding, let go,” she said.
I wasn’t. I pulled her in and kissed her. The bulk of my clothing in between our bodies made it a little bit awkward, so I let go, and she did too. The clothes tumbled down onto the floor. Both of us almost naked, I held her in my arms. Between the wine, the heat and the game, I had maxed out my self-control. She had too because she kissed me back.
I didn't care anymore. I never gave up. I had always been a stubborn fighter all my life but I had met my match with her. I broke the kiss and led her by the hand back over to the fireplace. For now, I wasn't going to think about the consequences, only her.
14
Maggie
He pulled me down to the ground and got on top of me, parting my legs and bringing our bodies close together. He moved me under him, and I bumped my head on the ground.
“Ow!” I said, holding the back of my head.
“Shit, sorry. Are you okay?” he said, putting his hand over mine on my head. I giggled and lay back on the ground pouting.
“Ouch.”
“Are you alright?”
I shook my head. “No, make me feel better,” I said. He laughed and leaned in, kissing me. For what it was worth, my head didn’t even hurt but it worked. Our current situation wouldn’t have been my first choice but it was nice.
We were on a carpet and the room was warm, not to mention the fireplace right next to us that made me feel like I was a prairie woman being ravaged by her husband who had just gotten home from a day’s work on the fields. His body was way too nice for the job he had.
He was hard and athletic, his arms and legs covered in hair a shade or two lighter than the hair on his head. He maintained the hair on his torso but didn’t get rid of all of it, which I preferred. He was naked and it took a couple of seconds to get me there too. He plucked my bra off and I shimmied out of my underwear.
He didn’t hesitate. He moved between my thighs and got to work with his mouth and tongue. I sprawled on the ground and closed my eyes. He was good at that and seemed to enjoy it. I enjoyed letting him. Paul would hold it over me when I had a hard time coming when we had sex.
He would only eat me out on his terms, usually after his disgusting movies got him hard and he needed somewhere to release. It was gross at times like that, not pleasurable. I hated to admit it but I owed it to Toby for giving me back this experience.
His tongue manipulated my clit and his fingers played at my entrance. I scooted forward so he’d get the idea and use them. As if he had heard me, he slid two of his fingers smoothly into me. That stretch, his touch was delicious. Sex wasn’t particularly hard to come by but good sex was. My moans were guttural. It was so good, every single time. I didn’t know when I wouldn’t absolutely lose myself whenever he did this to me. When did the magic stop? When did I finally get enough of him?
I came, arching my back off the floor. He didn’t stop until I pushed him away. I lay on the ground motionless, trying to gather myself. He planted soft kisses on the insides of my thighs, my stomach, my chest, until he was at my face. We kissed as he positioned himself on top of me. I knew what was coming next, but I didn’t want to stop this part yet.
I pushed him so that he would get off of me.
“What’s up?”
“My turn,” I said to him.
Kneeling between his spread legs while he lay on his back in front of me, I felt strangely powerful. He was so beautiful, and I had the power to reduce him to nothing. It was so easy when this was all we were doing. I wished that every interaction went like this. I lowered myself between his legs and took his cock in my hand. Easing the tip into my mouth, I started sucking.
He shuddered and sighed as I worked on him. I didn’t want him to come, but I wanted him to get so close that it physically hurt, and then pull him back again. I wanted him to feel just one ounce of what he did to me. And after that, I would ride him like my life depended on it.
Paul made me hate doing this for him. He would say the most disgusting things and make the experience as unpleasant for me as he could, all while calling me boring and vanilla because I couldn’t keep up with him. He was a pervert, I was glad I couldn’t keep up with him.