Gaming for Love (10 page)

“Oh, hell yeah. That
works. And I want you to stop me if something isn’t good for you.
Promise me that, Yas. I promise
you
that I won’t be upset if you don’t like something that I want to
do.”

“Oh. Well maybe we
should talk about this. I mean, I’m pretty tame when it comes to
sex and there are some things that I just won’t do. I would rather
tell you now.”

“Okay, go for it.
Tell me what is an absolute no for you.” I reach out to hold her
face so that I can make sure that she looks me in the eye and doesn’t
back down.

“Well, I don’t want
anyone else to be with us.” She swallows as I nod. “I don’t
want any S&M. I mean I
might
be okay with playful tying up or a playful slap on the ass, but
nothing hard core or involving safe words.” I nod again and she
continues. “And no, um, no anal.” She tries to turn her head but
I hold her in place.

“Well, I don’t want
to share you with anyone, male or female, and I don’t want anyone
but you. I
would
like
to tie you up sometime but I think it would be fun for you and I am
definitely not into it hard core. You could tie me up, too, if you
want. Spanking is
not
really my thing and anal
definitely
is not. I want to be in your pussy, feeling all of your natural
wetness. That is going to be more than enough for me. Now, I won’t
lie and say that I haven’t done any of those things. When I hit
college and girls started paying attention, I experimented a lot. It
helped me figure out what I like
and
what I don’t. So, I think we are on the same page. The things I
mentioned you might not like are different positions. I think that I
would like to try all different ones with you but I don’t want you
to be uncomfortable, okay?” She looks relieved and the fire is back
in her eyes, darkening them again. I need to get to her bedroom now.

“Yes, okay. I-I would
like to try different positions with you too.” She leans in and
kisses me and I am gone.

* * *

Yasmin

I’m glad that we got
all of that out, even if it was embarrassing for me. I didn’t want
to give Scott any expectations that I couldn’t follow through on.
Thank God he didn’t want to do any of that extra kinky stuff. I
grab his hand and lead him from the kitchen down the hall into the
master bedroom. I put my parents’ bed in storage last year and
finally took over their room. It’s pretty feminine now and I’m a
bit nervous about him seeing it.

I pause outside and
turn to him. “My room is, umm, pretty girly. I hope that doesn’t
turn you off.”

“Well, I wasn’t
expecting your room to be manly,” he says with his trademark smirk.
“And I don’t think anything could turn me off right now. Open the
door, Yas.”

I do as he asks and try
to see the room from his point of view. The walls are a dove grey
with deep purple moldings. The king size bed has a tufted grey
headboard and is canopied with sheer silver panels. The bed itself is
covered in a deep purple comforter and pillows in varying shades of
purple as well as white and silver. Hanging over the middle of the
bed is a crystal chandelier, not an old-fashioned one, but one with
vertical drops of sleek, square gems surrounding the light in the
middle. The bedside tables and dresser are mirrored and there is a
white leather tufted loveseat and ottoman underneath the bay window.
Plush, deep, dark purple carpet covers the floor. Yep, definitely
girly.

“Holy shit, Yas,”
Scott says as I flinch. “This is the sexiest bedroom I have ever
seen.”

What did he just say?
“You like it? Really?” I stammer out.

“Fuck yeah. And
thinking about you in that bed. Damn, I
need
you to be in that bed, like now.”

I lead him over to the
edge and kiss him. I let go of his hand to curl mine in his hair. I
love the soft feel of it. He moves his hands up and down my sides as
the kiss deepens. They skim the sides of my breasts but never stop
where I want them. I reach between us to unbutton his shirt and he
lets go of me long enough to help pull it off. I press a kiss over
his heart before he pulls my mouth back to his. I’m rubbing my
hands up and down his abs and chest while sucking his lip ring into
my mouth when he moves his mouth away from mine. I try to capture it
back, but then he’s sucking on my earlobe and licking my neck. He
bites down a little hard on that special place behind my ear and then
immediately runs his tongue over it. His hands have finally found my
breasts and his thumbs are running over my pebbled nipples through my
shirt.

“I promised that I
would do whatever you wanted me to do from those romance books of
yours. So tell me, what do you want?” he whispers huskily into my
ear as I arch into his hands. He nuzzles my neck and I love the feel
of his eyebrow piercing as it rubs against my shoulder while his lips
feather over my neck.

I don’t answer. I
can’t. What I want is to have his mouth on me. Licking my clit and
fucking me with his tongue. That’s what I want. But, how can I ask
for that?

“Baby, tell me. Don’t
be embarrassed. Tell me what those book boys do to drive you ladies
wild.” His lips leave my skin as he looks into my eyes.

“They-they. Oh hell,
they like to go down on the women and make sure that they come a few
times before they, you know, have sex.” I’m blushing now and
looking at the ground as his hands go still on my breasts.

“Seriously. They
really do that?”

Now I am completely
mortified. “Yes, yes, they do. But you don’t have to. Just forget
that I said it. Just, just do what you want. Or don’t.” I try to
move away from him but he grabs my waist.

“I never said that I
didn’t want to do that or that I wouldn’t do it. I’m just
surprised. Most of the girls I’ve been with, I was just in it for
me and they didn’t seem to be upset about it because they liked my
fingers and cock just fine. I
have
gone down on girls before. Not a lot, but I’ve done it when I was
going through my experimental phase. I don’t hate it, but it has
never been something I love or think about doing. I didn’t realize
so many women wanted that. It just hasn’t been my experience.”

Again, I try to get
away from him so that he doesn’t see me die of embarrassment right
here in front of him. And again, he doesn’t let me. “I
told
you I don’t need you to do it. In fact,
I
don’t want you to do it. It shouldn’t be a chore. You should do
it because you want to. If you do it just because I want you to, I’ll
be able to tell and it won’t be good.” I can’t meet his eyes
and I just want to get past this.

“You
do
want me to or you wouldn’t be so upset,” he says moving his mouth
to my ear. “Tell me what they say in the books about why they want
to do it.”

I shake my head no. I
am not going to tell him that. Sure, the women in the private romance
groups I belong to online talk about it a lot and even make special
posts with passages that they like. But there is no way I want to say
it to him.

“Tell me, Yas. Tell
me what they say in those books that turns you on. Please.”

He looks sincere, so I
answer honestly. “They say that they want to taste them and that
they love the taste of them.”

“Of their pussies?”

“And their mouths,
skin, breasts. They like the taste of all of them.”

“Well, I’m already
addicted to the taste of your mouth and your skin. My mouth is
watering thinking about your breasts, too. So, how about I taste
those and more of your beautiful body. If my mouth ends up between
your thighs, then I’ll try to make it good for you. Okay?” he
asks as he starts to pull my shirt up. I nod as I help him pull it up
over my head.

Scott

When Yas’s shirt
comes off, I nearly lose my mind. Her full breasts are barely encased
in a blue strapless bra. I can see her nipples poking through the
fabric. I can’t stop myself from leaning over and sucking the left
one into my mouth through her bra.

“Scott,” she moans
arching into me. My name has never sounded sexier.

“You like this,
baby?” I ask while moving on to her right breast to give it some
attention. I give it a little bite when she doesn’t answer me right
away and she rocks her hips into me. “I guess that’s a yes.” I
chuckle.

“Yes, don’t stop.”

“I have a dilemma
now.” I say as I take a step back and look at her breast
thoughtfully.

“What? What’s the
matter? Why did you stop?” She opens her eyes in alarm.

“Well, your tits look
so good in this bra that I’m not sure if I want to take it off. I
mean, I want to taste you but watching them heave up and down while
they almost pop out is one of the hottest things I have ever seen.”

She looks me in the eye
and reaches behind her before I have a chance to react. She unclasps
her bra and lets it fall to the ground. “Problem solved.”

If I wasn’t already
half in love with this girl, this one act would have gotten me
started. Fuck, but that was hot. And now I am getting a full view of
one of the best set of tits I have ever seen. Seriously. They are
full and heavy looking with dusky pink nipples that are standing at
attention. And they’re real. That is probably the sexiest part of
all. Sure, fake boobs are big and pert, but they don’t
feel
like Yasmin’s did when I cupped her through her shirt. I move her
backwards toward the bed until her knees hit the edge. I lay her
down, following her but bracing myself on my forearms so I don’t
put all of my weight on her.

“I want to spend
awhile with these beauties but I am not sure my cock is going to
agree with that idea. I need to taste them, though. I know I sound
like one of your books right now, but it’s true.” I lick my lips
and bend over. The first flick of my tongue has her hips lifting off
the bed. God, I love that she is so responsive to me. “Easy. I
haven’t even gotten started yet.”

I put my hands under
both breasts, lifting them up. I decide that the left one gets to go
first again. I suck it into my mouth while my other hand kneads the
right one, pinching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Yas
starts to writhe beneath me, rubbing against my length while she
becomes more out of control. I alternate between her two breasts and
when I bite the nipple on one while pinching the other, she explodes
beneath me.

I look up and see her
watching me as she tries not to scream. I lick and suck until she
comes down. “You just fucking came only from me playing with your
tits?” I ask in wonder.

“Yes.” She is
panting hard. “It-it’s been a long time for me and my breasts
have always been sensitive. I’m sorry.” She turns her head
sideways, looking embarrassed.

“Sorry? What the hell
are you sorry for? Knowing that I did that to you makes me feel…well
makes me feel like the shit.”

She smiles up at me.
“Your mouth and tongue are pretty spectacular. Your teeth and
fingers too.”

“Spectacular huh?
Let’s see if I can keep up my reputation with you.”

I move my hands down
her stomach to the side zipper on her skirt. I undo the button and
slowly pull down the zipper. How I’m managing to do anything slowly
when I really just want to rip her skirt and panties off and fuck her
until she
does
scream
is beyond me. But I know she deserves to have as much pleasure as I
can give her and I want to be her best ever. Especially since she
told me that it’s been awhile. Yas lifts herself up so I can pull
off her skirt and she is left in satiny boy short panties that match
the bra she removed a few minutes ago.

I stop to look her over
from head to toe and can’t believe how lucky I am to be here with
her. “Do I need to take those off myself, too?” she asks me in
amusement.

“How much do you like
these panties?” I ask her huskily, while I hook my fingers into
each side.

Her eyes widen and then
the surprised look in her eyes turns hungry. “I could care less
about the damn panties.”

“Good answer,” I
say as I yank and rip them off of her.

Now she’s fully bare
to me and fucking beautiful everywhere. Her breasts are still damp
and swollen from my attentions, her slightly rounded stomach and hips
are sexy as fuck and her pussy is pink and glistening. And bare. “So
I see you made your waxing appointment,” I tease and she nods,
smirking at me. “Your body is so amazing, Yas. I mean it. I could
look at it all day. Not today, though. I need to touch you and kiss
you some more and then bury my cock in you until we both scream.”

“Yes. Please do that.
But I want to touch you, too.” She reaches for me but I pull back.

“Not yet. I’m the
guest in your house so I get to go first. Plus, if you touch me now,
it will be all over before I even make it inside of you.”

“That’s okay,”
She says trying again to reach for my crotch. “You jerked off in
the shower three times in like thirty minutes. You can recover pretty
fast.”

I dodge her again. “I
want my cock in your pussy or your mouth when I come the first time
with you.”

“My mouth?” Her
eyes light up and she dives forward.

I catch her wrists to
stop her. “Pussy. I meant pussy.”

“But you said mouth.
You don’t want me to suck and lick you off?” She pretends to
pout.

Her words make me jerk
forward as my cock tries to bust out of my shorts on its own. “Of
course I want that,” I say through clenched teeth. “What guy
wouldn’t want that? But, I also really want to explore the rest of
you. So, please let me.
Please.
”
I think the please is what gets through to her so she backs up and
lays down again.