Foolish Games: A BWWM Romance (Game of Chance Book 1) (3 page)

Zenobia gasped, her mouth parting immediately to allow Grant full access. Grant thrust two fingers inside, his thumb rubbing sensually against Zenobia’s jaw as Zenobia took his fingers lewdly, her tongue sucking and twisting around them, imagining them to be Grant’s dick and making soft noises of pleasure as he pushed them in as far as they would go.

Grant moaned loudly, his forehead nestling against the crook of Zenobia’s neck. “Fuck, yes, that’s it.” He kissed Zenobia’s nape as he pulled his fingers out with a slick pop. Zenobia whimpered at the loss, her breath thin and ragged, lungs burning with each one she took.

Grant’s other hand shifted from Zenobia’s hips to the hem of her dress, pulling up to her waist. Zenobia whimpered, her hips rocking forward, but Grant’s hand didn’t linger. He then traced a finger down her back, over her ass, and finally pulling her panties to reveal her. The sudden whip of cool air on sweaty, heated skin made Zenobia shudder.

“Please,” Zenobia whimpered, her hips rocking up of their own volition to try and get some much needed friction, even against the concrete of the hallway floor, it didn’t matter.

Grant chuckled, a slow, sexy laugh that ran over Zenobia like hot wax. Without warning, a long finger ran over the dripping wet lips of her pussy, making her lurch forward with a stuttering cry.

“Nfgh—”

Zenobia crossed her arms over the doorstep, letting her head fall against them, her chest heaving with labored breaths. Grant continued to tease her with his fingers, dipping them in her wetness and encircling her throbbing clit.

“I’m going to fuck you here,” Grant whispered over Zenobia’s damp skin, “Right here on your doorstep where everyone could see us. Anyone, at any moment, any given time, could catch us.”

The lust dripped off Grant’s voice like honey, and it took Zenobia everything she had not to come right then, her pussy contracting and spilling out even more at Grant’s words.

“Would you like that?” Grant breathed out as he scissored his fingers deep inside Zenobia, wanting to drag it out and make her beg. “Hmm? How would you like being spread out here, all wanton for my cock, where anyone in the whole condo could just walk by and see you?”

“Yeah, God, yes, please, Grant, yes—”

As Grant paid more attention to her clit, Zenobia lost any resemblance of coherency. All that came out of her mouth was a string of breathy moans and something that sounded occasionally like Grant’s name, utterly lost in the liquid sex that was Grant’s voice. She tried to push back again, to fuck herself on Grant’s hand, her body torn with the need to be filled and the need to be filled. The grip on her hip doubled, stilling her movements. Zenobia cried out, soft, dry, and desperate.

Grant’s tongue found her ear again, darting quickly around the pointed tip of it before sucking her earlobe into that lush mouth of his. She was pretty sure that she was dripping onto her welcome mat, and she couldn’t care less at that moment.

“Please what?” Grant teased, his grin soft against Zenobia’s cheek.

Zenobia whined, a low, keening sound that could have been heard echoing from their floor down to the lobby. She bit on her tongue, tears clumping his eyelashes, bared raw at Grant’s mercy.

“Fuck me.” Zenobia groaned, turning his head to catch Grant’s mouth in a sloppy kiss. “Fuck me here. Fuck me however you want.”

Grant moaned in the kiss, their tongues tangling together, mouths parted, teeth biting and clashing, drawing blood from abused lips.

“I’m gonna make you come so hard,” Grant whispered haltingly, his and Zenobia’s breath one and the same. “All messy and uncontrolled like the little slut you are, fucking you hard and fast with my fingers alone.”

Zenobia keened, tossing her head back, cheek pressed hard against Grant’s jaw line. His teeth scraped along the side of her neck.

Breathing hard through his nose, he whispered, “I’m gonna make you writhe and ask for more.”

At that, he delved into Zenobia’s mouth again, tongues battling for dominance. Zenobia whimpered, jaw going slack against Grant’s hard, demanding kiss, his tongue fucking her mouth just like his fingers were plunging in and out of her pussy, all the way up to the knuckle.

Zenobia whimpered, her legs spreading further apart, trying frantically to support herself with her elbows, crouched uncomfortably on the rug, her hips rolling back, fucking herself on Grant’s hand.

Grant pulled his fingers back, tongue licking a long, wet swathe from Zenobia’s mouth down to the fluttering pulse point on his neck.

“I’ll fuck you so hard and fast, you’ll feel me for a week.”

Zenobia’s pussy clenched desperately, feeling empty and neglected already, a trembling, high-pitched moan spilling past Zenobia’s lips. Grant silenced her, mouths mashing together again as he swiftly worked his fingers back in.

Zenobia cried out, bucking up and almost tumbling them both to the side. She thrashed in Grant’s grip, shamelessly coming undone. She was driven out of her mind with lust and want and sheer need to come, eyelids at half mast, patches of red high on her cheeks, mouth parted wide, a thin sheet of sweat gracing her features.

Grant smiled tenderly, letting his mask of dominance slip a little, “So beautiful,” he murmured, kissing Zenobia’s cheek, “So beautiful, Zenobia.”

Zenobia couldn’t even draw in a full breath. She needed more, wanted more. She tried to capture Grant’s mouth with her own, rolling her hips back, panties tangled around her knees. Grant’s lips brushed over Zenobia’s, slowly, and she tilted her head back to look into Grant’s eyes, dark-hued but for a sliver of jade circling his pupils. Zenobia let her head fall back on Grant’s shoulder with a soft moan.

“More, Grant. More.”

Something in her voice must have reached inside of Grant, because he finally took pity on Zenobia and complied. Grant pulled his fingers out, with an obscene, wet sound that echoed in the quiet dark of the hallway. He brought them up to his lips and worked his tongue around them, his eyes half closed as he stared down at Zenobia, the show only for him.

Zenobia whimpered, her arms and thighs quivering with the strain. She spread her legs as far as she possibly could, her wet and swollen pussy completely on display for Grant to take. She let his fingers slip out of his mouth and drove the three of them straight back in to the last knuckle, crooking and prodding until he managed to hit the pulsing bundle of nerves inside of Zenobia. With the other hand, he attacked her clit harder than she had ever felt in her life. He wanted so badly for her to come right there, and she had no desire to fight him.

With a strangled cry, Zenobia was coming  hard and fast, just as Grant had promised. If it wasn’t for his arm underneath her, she surely would have collapsed, her orgasm so intense she could feel it shaking her to the core.

She didn’t even get time to come down from the aftershocks before the distant sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor reached her ears. Zenobia’s panties were pulled frantically down past her knees and slipped off of both her ankles. Grant moaned, barely holding onto his last shard of control as he spread Zenobia’s legs apart and yanked her back on his hips, the shocking skin on skin contact making Zenobia shudder and writhe under his body.

“Can’t fucking wait,” Grant groan breathlessly above her.

The blunt head of Grant’s long, stiff dick was at her sopping wet entrance, stretching and burning, inching slowly in until she could feel Grant’s balls slapping against her. They moaned together, Grant’s arm tight around Zenobia’s waist. Her hand covered his on her waist, their fingers tangling together. Their heartbeats raced wildly as they both struggled to hold on, to make it last. Grant breathed hard through his nose, trying to regain some control of himself. He planted a short, wet kiss at the back of Zenobia’s neck, nuzzling the damp skin with his forehead as he held them both still, savoring the moment.

“Do it!” Zenobia’s voice was fucked raw, threadbare thin. “Do it, Grant. Fuck me.”

She exhaled as she brought Grant’s hand up to her mouth to lick at his fingers, tasting both herself and his pre-cum: a wonderful mix of sour and sweet on her tongue. Grant groaned, a full shudder that shot through Zenobia’s prone body. She moaned around his fingers, making obscene slurping noises, her hips jerking slightly, trying to force Grant to do something, anything. Only the feeling of his dick inside of her was enough to get her hot again. She wanted more, needed more, or she might just die from this overwhelming hunger.

“Please, Grant… Fuck me, please, I can’t—I want—” Zenobia whimpered, past caring what came out of her mouth.

Slowly, Grant began to pull out, and back again, small, tiny thrusts that would drive them both insane with need if he kept going long enough.

“More,” Zenobia whined, her head falling forward again, “Harder.”

Grant squeezed his eyes shut, pulling almost all the way out before delving back in, angling himself upwards to make sure he hit Zenobia’s g-spot with every single thrust. She gasped, her mouth a round “O,” eyes rolling back with sheer, undiluted pleasure as Grant picked up pace.

“That’s what you want?” Grant gritted out.

He fucked her hard in deep, long, confident thrusts that had his dick rub up against every oversensitive nerve inside of Zenobia, making her curse and beg and cry wordlessly in a fluent, non-stop string of sound.

Zenobia knew Grant was close, oh-so-close, and she planted her hands firmly apart on the ground, pushing back against Grant’s hips hard, impaling herself completely on Grant’s dick.

Grant cried out, the sound echoing across the hallway, and slammed in right to the hilt, Zenobia’s forehead hitting the wooden panel of the front door painfully. Zenobia moaned in approval, pushing back on every rocking motion of Grant’s hips, tight and hot and begging under him, around him.

Zenobia’s thighs quivered with the effort to keep them parted for Grant’s onslaught, her dress now sticking to her sweat-soaked skin. Grant bent down to suck and nibble at the exposed skin of Zenobia’s neck, taking one of her hands and guiding it towards her pussy.

“Play with yourself,” he demanded. “Show me you fucking love this.”

As Zenobia rocked into his thrusts, getting Grant’s stiff cock in as deep as it could go, she did exactly as she was told. Now rubbing her painfully swollen clit as he thrusted harder and harder, she moaned even louder than before.

“So hot,” Grant moaned in his ear, tightening his grip on both of Zenobia’s hips. “So fucking hot, take it so good, fuck, yes, come on, I want to feel you lose it, feel that sweet little pussy tighten against my cock, that’s it, you know you fucking want to, come hard on my dick, baby, come on, come on—”

Zenobia whined, not knowing what to do anymore, if she should rock forward onto her own hand or back down against Grant’s lap. The combined sensations of her fiercely rubbing her most sensitive spot and him hitting every delicate nerve inside her again and again sent her head further into a whirlwind of color. Zenobia gave out the most animalistic scream she had ever made as she lost it once more, her body convulsing violently as her orgasm hit. She cursed and cried out as her pussy spasmed against Grant’s rock-hard dick. That was all it took to finally push him over the edge. He stifled an intense cry in the back of Zenobia’s neck, teeth sinking into sweaty skin, as he stuttered his hips forward once, twice, three times more before he too came deep and hot inside of Zenobia’s pussy.

Zenobia’s movements on her clit faltered slightly, but Grant just kept on pounding inside of Zenobia, the passage slick and hot with their combined juices. His thick cum trickled out of her pussy and down her thighs. Zenobia whimpered, every nerve in her body tingling, overwhelmed with sensation. Her eyes rolled back and she came again, shaking weakly in Grant’s arms.

When she opened her eyes again, she was looking up at Grant’s smile, half lying on Grant’s lap. Zenobia sighed, completely spent, guiding their joined hands over her stomach, not giving a damn about where she was or who might walk out. For once, she just wanted to let it all sink in, content to be filled to the brim with the pleasant buzz of aftershocks that flowed through her veins.

“I’ve got to move,” Grant whispered, almost apologetically. He pulled out slowly, tucking himself back in before he picked up Zenobia’s bra and underwear and handed them to her. Zenobia was too fucked out to move.

“I’m a mess,” Zenobia mumbled sleepily from where she was crouched on the ground. Grant smiled again. He wrapped his arms around Zenobia’s middle, hauling her in a somewhat standing position before bending down to retrieve the keys. He handed them to Zenobia, helping her to find the right one and unlock her front door.

Grant half-dragged, half-carried Zenobia inside, asking directions and navigating them both somehow safely to Zenobia’s bedroom.