Foolish Games: A BWWM Romance (Game of Chance Book 1) (6 page)

Wes chuckled and kissed the top of his head. “You know you love it.”

Zenobia snuggled down into the curve of Wes’s arm.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “I kinda do.”

“We should get up,” Wes whispered after a beat.

Zenobia nodded—the sexual frenzy now fading, she was starting to feel less and less inclined to just be lying on the protective mats between the fridge and sink.

“Maybe, yeah,” Zenobia muttered, starting to stretch and immediately jamming her elbow against the nearest cabinet. It was definitely time to get up.

They did a too-quick clean up, knowing perfectly well that if the staff had come in earlier, they would have found a nice surprise waiting for them. It wasn’t like Zenobia cared—quite the contrary, she was sort of hoping they would. She was hoping that someone would walk in and catch them like that, half-naked, tousled, marked from head to toe with bites and kisses of ownership.

Wes caught her staring and smirked, pulling her in for a kiss with a finger hooked around her belt loops. Zenobia made a strange sound at the back of her throat and cupped Wes’s cheek, bringing him closer, their mouths parting, tongues slipping past lips and deepening the kiss as they held onto each other.

“We should go to my place.” Wes’s eyes were shining, his lips slick with spit and stretched in a sly grin. Zenobia felt herself becoming aroused all over again.

“Yeah, sounds good,” she whispered, and let Wes take her hand and lead her outside.

Chapter 5

Wes’s place was beautifully decorated with sturdy furniture and warm, welcoming hardwood floors. Zenobia noted a few changes here and there, a piece of art, the new couch, more books on the shelves and the Dolby surround DVD system that hadn’t been invented yet back then, but it still felt like walking inside a memory. She turned to smile at Wes, who tossed the keys on the coffee table before pulling her into his arms and locking their lips together, right there in the middle of the living room.

Zenobia’s arms went around Wes’s waist, tugging him in closer, her pulse quickening alarmingly when Wes made a soft noise at the back of his throat. It went through Zenobia’s head like a rush of adrenaline. She wanted Wes to make that noise again, and again, and again…

“Couch,” Wes mumbled as they kept kissing like horny teenagers, all hands and tongue and panting breaths. They stumbled backwards, knocking over a stack of DVDs and a ceramic ashtray as they fell down on the plush leather couch, Zenobia on top.

“I love seeing you like this.” Zenobia confessed, her lips an inch from Wes’s mouth. Wes smiled up at her, his fingers idly playing with Zenobia’s nipples.

“That makes two of us.”

Zenobia’s hands slid down between Wes’s thighs, parting them inch by inch.

“I want you to ride me. Hard.” His voice was low, rough as he pushed his hips against Zenobia’s wandering hands.

Zenobia cupped Wes through his pants, her eyes a dark, deep hue. Wes bit back a groan, tossing his head back, throat bared for Zenobia’s lips to mark as rightfully hers.

Zenobia could feel the flutter of Wes’s heartbeat under her lips, and she sucked at the perfect stretch of skin down to the hollow of his throat, feeling Wes’s cock harden as she absently squeezed at the bulge in his pants.

Wes’s mouth fell opened and he groaned, twitching impatiently underneath Zenobia. She tugged at the collar of Wes’s shirt with her teeth before crouching between his spread legs, nimble fingers deftly undoing his zipper to free Wes’s beautiful, hard cock.

Wes keened, bringing one fist up to his mouth so he could bite down on his knuckles, hard, trying to keep quiet, and that just wouldn’t do. Zenobia wanted to hear him, needed to. Wanted to hear him scream and moan and call out her name like it was the only word he knew, the only word he remembered.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Zenobia whispered, fisting the base of Wes’s dick and stroking it slowly, leisurely. Wes thrust his hips up, trying to force Zenobia to speed up, a slight sheen of sweat breaking out on his forehead.

“Get a move on,” Wes moaned, his arms reaching behind him to grasp the armrest, back arched almost completely off the couch. Zenobia grinned, pressing Wes down in the cushions of the couch with her spare hand as she started pulling on his dick, her movements quicker now, rougher.

“Fu—fuck, oh, God, faster Zenobia, more,” Wes begged, his hips lifting off the couch as he fucked in Zenobia’s fist, pre-cum sliding through Zenobia’s fingers and making everything hotter, smoother. Zenobia thought she would soon collapse from lack of oxygen to her brain, the way her blood was speeding southwards, but she didn’t care.

Zenobia bowed her head, chin resting against her fist, tongue sneaking out to lap the weeping head of Wes’s cock as it pushed past her clenched fingers, moaning quietly to herself.

“Oh fuck,” Wes groaned, thrusting his hips forward, trying to force his dick past Zenobia’s lips. “Want you—want you, Zenobia, God, fuck, please—”

“Want to fuck my mouth?” Zenobia whispered, low and dirty as she guided the leaking tip to smear pre-cum all over her reddened lips. “Because I’d let you, you know. I’d let you hold my face and just fucking lose it, make me gag, let me feel it for weeks.”

“Oh God,” Wes writhed, his cock pulsing hotly in Zenobia’s hand. “Yes, fuck yeah, please, baby, please—”

Zenobia smiled and complied, guiding the head of Wes’s dick past her lips and into her mouth. Wes mewled and rocked his hips forward, his hands leaving the armrest and going to cup the back of Zenobia’s head.

Zenobia relaxed her throat, letting the thick girth of Wes’s dick stretch her mouth and slide down as far as it would go, hoping that Wes would get the message. Wes’ hands clenched in her hair, hips thrusting up, clearly hesitant and not wanting to choke her with his dick—which was precisely what Zenobia wanted.

She swallowed around Wes’s dick, cheeks hollowed, sucking enthusiastically on the hard cock in her mouth, his eyes half-mast and dark with lust as he looked up in Wes’s flushed face. Zenobia let his dick slip out of her mouth, grinning debauchedly.

“Just let go,” she whispered, her throat already roughened up with the exertion. “Let go and fuck me.”

“Fuck.” Wes’s hands clenched into Zenobia’s hair. She let her mouth fall open in a moan as Wes’s dick thrust past her parted lips. She breathed heavily through her nose, trying to relax her jaw and let Wes take whatever it was that he wanted.

There was nothing as hot as the feeling of Wes’s hands clenching in her hair, the desperate look in his eyes as they rolled back and he jammed his dick down Zenobia’s throat, making her gag on it, tears springing to her eyes. She could have fucking died right there, and she would have died happy.

“Oh God, oh, oh—fuck, Zenobia, God, so fucking hot, just taking it, you don’t—even—ngh,”

Wes’s ramble was cut on a low groan as his hips worked restlessly, fucking Zenobia’s face like he couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to. Zenobia hollowed her cheeks and suckled, her throat muscles working against the gag reflex, saliva and pre-cum flooding her mouth and dribbling down the side of her chin. She felt Wes tense up, his fingers painfully tight in her hair, and that was all the warning she got before Wes screamed, arching off the couch as his hips stuttered against her face, flooding Zenobia’s mouth with hot spunk.

Zenobia tried to swallow as much as she could. It was the first time she had gotten this turned on just from blowing anyone. As she pulled back, cum dripped down her chin and onto Wes’s pricey couch. Wes just grabbed hold of her and yanked her up his body, mashing their mouths together, licking away the taste of himself from Zenobia’s mouth.

“Now it’s my turn,” she growled, hungrily at him.

In a frenzy, Zenobia pulled off her tank top and undid her bra, tossing them to the side. With Wes’s help, she undid her jeans and slid them off. Now completely naked, she bent down once more to kiss him furiously as she felt his finger running up and down her slit, his other hand playfully fondling her breast. Zenobia crawled up Wes’s body, letting him suckle on her neck, then her collarbone, and stopping once her breasts finally reached his mouth.

“You like that, don’t you, Baby?” she moaned.

Wes could only moan in reply as he licked and nursed on her. His erection coming back to life. His fingernails digging deep into her ass cheeks, causing her to groan louder. Unable to stand it any longer, Zenobia pulled her nipple out of his mouth with a wet pop and crawled up further until she was straddling Wes’s face.

“I wanna taste you so fucking badly,” he hissed as he pulled her hips closer to his mouth.

Zenobia gasped and shivered as she felt his tongue exploring her wetness. Teasing her, trying to drag it out for as long as we could. She, on the other hand, was desperate, and had no desire to be gentle. Impatient, she grabbed a hold of his head and pressed it into her swollen lips.

“C’mon, Wes, please.”

She wanted to get on top of him and completely milk his cock for all it was worth.

“Ride me, Baby” Wes gasped at her. “Now, fucking do it now, Zenobia, please—”

Zenobia got up and helped Wes pull her pants all the way off. Pushing him back down onto the couch, she crawled on top of him and straddled her hips above his. The heat coming from his dick made her shudder as she grabbed a hold of it and used his hard, leaking tip to tease herself.

“C’mon, Zenobia, fuck me,” he begged, “I can’t hold off any longer.”

Zenobia only had to guide him straight to her opening before he pulled her down onto his long, thick cock. She let out a grunt as he filled her completely from below. Every single nerve in her body was tingling as he entered her, and it only grew more intense as she began to move up and down on his dick, his hands gripping her ass as he guided her.

“Oh, fuck, Wes.”

They gazed into each other’s eyes, struggling to breathe and smiling wickedly as they both took in the pleasure they were giving each other. She had almost forgotten how much she loved being on top, and she knew damn well that neither one of them would last long.

Her movements became frantic as she rolled and bounced on his dick.

“That’s it baby, come for me,” Wes cried out as he tightened his grip on her ass. “Fucking do it, baby, I need you to come for me.”

He held onto her hips and pumped with her as she rode his dick with complete abandon. Zenobia felt her vision fading, and she new it was hitting her. Without any kind of warning, she screamed and clenched around Wes’s cock as her orgasm washed over her whole body. It took no time for her to push Wes over the edge. He grabbed her ass as he cried and came deep inside of her, his own cum dripping out of her pussy, down his cock, and onto his balls.

She collapsed on top of Wes, her breath hot and damp against Wes’s skin. It took Zenobia a few minutes to get back to Earth, her mind still swimming, body trembling with the aftershocks; when she did regain some feeling in her limbs, she rolled off of Wes and to the side of the couch. They pulled each other close with a soft sigh. She purred like a kitten, eyes closed as she curled up in his side.

“So,” Wes said at length, his voice hoarse for crying out so long and loud.

“Yeah,” Zenobia whispered, grinning like a fool, her fingers tracing the pointy curve of Wes’s ears.

“I think you should move in,” he said, and fuck if that didn’t sober Zenobia faster than a club to the head.

“What?” she blurted out, knowing she was sounding like a complete idiot.

Wes just smiled at Zenobia and tucked a lock of hair off her face.

“I know Tasha would appreciate the space. And plus, it would make more sense... especially since we’re gonna be working together.”

Zenobia blinked and pushed herself up on one elbow. “Whoa. Wait. I—I can’t, that’s just—that’s too soon, Wes, I just can’t… I mean…” she trailed off, looking flustered.

Wes lifted his head to glance up at her. “Why not?”

“I just…” she sighed and dragged one hand over her face. “I already did the whole ‘working for your significant other’ thing, and that left me with my ass on the ground, so yeah. I don’t really—I mean, I know you’re not Sebastian, but—”

Wes pushed himself to a sitting position, pulling Zenobia closer to him in a half hug. “I understand that,” he whispered softly in her ear. “And I’m not saying tomorrow. But, for the love of God, Zenobia, we’ve waited forever. I just… I don’t want to lose any more time.”

“I get it, but…” she hesitated, worrying her lip with her teeth. “I don’t even know what I would do at the club. It’s called Casa Blanca’s, not… uh, I dunno, Casa Zenobia’s.”