The Ex Games (3 page)

“Oh, sorry. I got a little lost.” I made a face and he laughed before reaching over and kissing me lightly. I stood there looking at him stupidly, and he laughed and ran his hands through his hair.

“Sorry, I’ve been waiting to kiss you for a week.”

“No need to apologize, I liked it.”

“You’re always so honest. I love it.”

“I try.” I smiled back weakly, thinking about the big lie I was keeping from him.

“We can skip dinner if you want.” He leaned in towards me and I could feel the warmth of his skin even though he wasn’t touching me.

“Oh? You want to go straight to the salsa classes?” I asked stupidly.

“No, I was thinking we could go back to my place.”

“Your place?” I stared at him for a moment, before it clicked. “Oh. Oh.” I blushed and bit my lower lip as I wondered what to say. “I don’t have sex on the first date.” I blurted out finally. “I’m not a prude or anything, but I’ve always thought that...”

“No need to explain.” He grabbed my hand. “I respect your want to wait. It will make it more special.”

“Exactly.” I nodded in agreement and walked with him into the restaurant.

“How was work today, Katie?”

“Uh, pretty good. You?”

“It was the same. Only it wasn’t as bad, as I knew I was going to see you this evening.”

“That’s sweet.” I blushed. “I thought about you today as well.”

“I guess that’s a sign.”

“Sign of what?”

“That we’re meant to be.” He winked at me and I felt my heart explode in happiness. This was a man who knew how to worm his way into a woman’s heart.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re approaching San Francisco International Airport. We should be landing in about 30 minutes. Please put your seats in the upright position.” The Captain speaking diverted me from my memories again. I made sure my seat was upright and my seat belt tightened, and smiled at the memories of that first weekend. I had stayed the whole weekend at Brandon’s apartment and we had stayed up all of Friday night watching French movies on Netflix, and then on Saturday he had taken me into Brooklyn and we had brunch at a cute little place in Park Slope. It had been perfect. He hadn’t even tried to touch me. Just two long, intense kisses before bed and then he fell asleep. He fell asleep while I lay there staring at his back, wanting to touch him and feel his skin next to mine. Only I was too scared and pathetic. I was still a girl, pretending to be a woman.

Chapter 2

“Welcome to the Diva Hotel, Mrs. Raymond.”

“Ms.” I smiled at the front desk clerk. “It’s Ms.”

“Sorry, Ms. Raymond. Would you be preferring two full size beds or one king?”

“King, please.” I handed her my credit card for incidentals and waited for my room key.

“Is there anything else we can help you with today?”

“No, that’s all, thanks.” I took my credit card back, grabbed my suitcase and walked over to the elevator. I saw a doorway to my left that led to a Starbucks, and I figured I could grab a coffee there in the morning before the orientation started. I was going to need to be as alert as possible as soon as I arrived. I walked into the elevator with its fluorescent purple lights, and I was immediately taken back to the night I had convinced Brandon to go to a nightclub with me. It had been the second week we had been seeing each other. We’d gone out to dinner and were walking back to his place when we passed Doug’s. I grabbed his arm and stopped him.

“Let’s go in.” I grinned and nodded towards the door. The strobe lights and booming top-40 music crept through the doorway and he shuddered. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“I don’t do clubs.” He shook his head with a small smile.

“Just for five minutes.”

“I guess I could do five minutes.” He grabbed my hand and we walked in easily, without being carded, just as I knew we would be. I wasn’t dumb this time, and we bypassed the bar, going straight to the dance floor. I grabbed his hands and started dancing. At first, he was a bit stiff. I could tell that he wasn’t one for bumping and grinding, but he seemed to get into the swing of things very quickly. One of my favorite rap songs came on, and I pushed back against him excitedly. He seemed to enjoy it, and allowed his hands to roam freely over my stomach and all the way up to the underside of my breasts as he held onto me. I can remember the next moment clearly. A purple strobe light illuminated us in the room and we danced slowly in the crowd of people. I laughed and shimmied, enjoying the vitality I felt in the room, and then his hands slid all the way up and I felt them cupping my breasts as we danced. I paused for a split second, startled by the feel of his hands kneading my breasts. It felt different and it felt good. I looked around quickly to see if anyone had noticed, but no one was paying attention to us. They were too caught up in what they were doing. Doug’s was filled with people, but in that moment as the beats ruined our hearing and our bodies moved together as one, it felt like we were all alone and my body felt like it was on fire. His fingers became more aggressive against my breasts and as he pinched my nipples I backed into him hard, crying out in pleasure, though the sound was muffled by the music around us.

Brandon pulled me around and into him, and then his lips came crushing down on mine. I kissed him back eagerly, my tongue entering his mouth and exploring every part. I sucked on his tongue eagerly, enjoying the faint taste of chocolate from the shared dessert we’d had at the restaurant. His hands lowered from my back to my ass, and he cupped my asscheeks as he pushed me into him. I gasped against his mouth as I felt something hard pressing against my belly. I knew without a doubt that it was his erection, and a secret thrill ran from the tips of my toes, up my legs, through my belly, to my tingling breasts and to my eager mouth. I had done that to him. I had turned him on and he wanted me. It made me feel heady with power. Here was this handsome, rich, and captivating man, and he wanted me. Even though I didn’t have a lot of experience, and I didn’t dress in fancy clothes or know how to apply makeup. Even though I talked about movies too much and rambled on about poets and writers late into the night. He still wanted me. I kissed him back harder then, pushing myself into him, running my hands through his hair. I was caught up in the moment as I ravished him harder than he ravished me. Sometimes I think that if he had wanted to, I would have even let him make love to me right there on the dance floor.

“Now, now, Katie.” He pulled away from me with lust-filled eyes. “This isn’t the place.”

“Let’s go, then.” I grabbed his hand without thinking and pulled him off of the dance floor. “Let’s go back to your place.” His eyes grew dark with desire at my words and he pushed me against the wall, and ran his fingers down my neck. He stared into my eyes with such intensity that it was all I could do to not reach over and touch him.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” He growled into my ear. “Because if I take you tonight, there will be no letting go. No turning back. I will make you mine. I will possess you.”

“I want you to take me.” I swallowed hard at his words.

“I want you so badly, Katie.” He shook his head as if to clear his mind. “Ever since the morning after I took you home, I’ve wanted you.”

“So then take me.”

“We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.”

I laughed then, big happy and immature laughs. “Of course I’m ready. I’ve practically been begging you for the last ten minutes.”

“Then let’s go.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the club. We ran like schoolkids down the road to his apartment. Both of us aching to touch and be touched by each other. It was only when we got to his apartment door that I really stopped to think about what I was about to do. I was about to lose my virginity to a guy I had known two weeks. Was I a slut? Was I doing the right thing? But my thoughts quickly dissipated as he picked me up, carried me into the apartment, and plopped me down on the bed.

“Would you like some wine or champagne?” He grinned down at me, and he looked like a wolf as I stared up at him. A sexy, devilish and powerful wolf. I shook my head slowly and stared up at him, wondering if I should tell him this was my first time. It took me all of three seconds to shoot down the idea. I knew that he thought I was quaint and that I wasn’t used to big city ways because I was from a small town in Florida, but I knew it wouldn’t be as believable that I was a virgin. I couldn’t imagine he came across many 22-year old virgins.

He started to unbutton his shirt and I stared up at him with desire pouring out of every part of my body. I gazed up at him in admiration as he threw his shirt onto the floor. His chest was well-built, with a small spattering of hair, and his six-pack looked like something from a fitness magazine. He fell down onto the bed next to me and I reached over and ran my fingers along his chest lightly grazing his nipples. He gasped at my touch and rolled over on top of me.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he growled, his eyes dark and intense. “Sit up.” He pulled me up and I lifted my hands up so that he could pull my top off. His fingers gently went to my back and unclasped my bra before he threw it onto the floor along with my top. “Oh, Katie.” He groaned before pushing me back onto the bed. His lips immediately fell to my right breast as his fingers played with my left one. I gasped as he took my nipple in his mouth and he gently nibbled on it as he sucked. He sucked as if his life depended on it, and I felt my body trembling underneath him as moisture filled my panties. I reached my hands around to his back and ran my fingers up and down, squeezing his shoulders tightly as his lips moved away from my right breast. I moaned as his lips clasped down on my left breast and my legs reached up to encircle him.

“Oh, Katie.” He moaned again and kissed up my chest, and neck and back to my lips. “You taste so sweet.” He muttered against my lips as his tongue found sanctuary in my mouth again. “Do you taste as sweet everywhere?”

“Everywhere?” I’d answered him, not thinking. All I wanted to do was feel him against me, inside of me. My body had never felt so alive before.

“Hmm, yes, everywhere.” His lips left mine as he kissed back down my body, stopping at the top of my jeans for a few moments as his hands undid the button and pulled them off of me. I lay there in just my panties gazing up at him, not sure what he was going to do next. I didn’t have to wait long to find out. His fingers traced an invisible line up my leg and only stopped once they reached my panties. I held my breath as his fingers ran right down the middle of my panties and circled me. I gasped and squirmed on the bed as he teased me.

“Please, Brandon.” I groaned. I wanted, no I needed to feel more of him. I needed to feel him closer, his skin against mine.

“Shh.” He smiled at me and slipped his fingers into the side of my panties and rubbed my wetness. “Oh, Katie.” He groaned as I continued squirming. “You are so wet for me.”

“I want you.” I groaned as I reached up to him, wanting to feel his chest against mine. “Let me touch you.”

“Not yet.” He slipped his fingers out of my panties and then pulled them down slowly and agonizingly. Every second felt like an eternity and all I wanted was to feel his warmth against me again. I cried out when he lowered his mouth to my pussy and sucked on my bud. And then I screamed when his tongue entered me, slowly and deeply, pushing me to cliffs I never knew existed. My fingers grabbed the sheets as his tongue continued to enter me, and I felt like I was going to die of pleasure. Waves of ecstasy took over my body so that all I could think about was the pleasure rolling through my body. “Come for me, Katie.” He muttered against my pussy and the feel of his breath against me was another new and exciting sensation. “Come for me.”

“I, I can’t.” I groaned shaking my head. I had never felt this way before and I was afraid that my bladder was going to burst if he kept on. “Please.” I groaned as his hands spread my legs wider and he licked and sucked me with more intensity. This time when his tongue entered me, I couldn’t control it, and my orgasm exploded, sending ripple effects down my body.

“Oh, Brandon.” I screamed as my body trembled under him. He continued his exploration and his tongue lapped me up eagerly, before he returned back up to kiss me.

“You taste even sweeter down there.” He grinned at me before his mouth descended onto mine again. I could taste myself on his lips and I moaned as his fingers worked their way back down my stomach and to my sweet spot. I reached my hands down to his slacks, wanting to pull them down and touch him. He laughed as I fumbled around with his button and jumped up and pulled them off, along with his boxers.

I stared at him in amazement. His cock looked like a warrior: thick, strong and firm. I swallowed as I imagined it inside of me. He looked bigger than I had imagined from photos I’d seen online with friends. I reached over and touched him softly, he groaned as my fingers worked their way up and down his shaft slowly. I squeezed the tip of his cock and he pushed me back down on the bed. “If you keep teasing me, Katie. I’m going to come a lot faster than I want for our first time together.”

“I don’t mind.” I shook my head and giggled as he growled against my neck.

“I’m going to make you forget all your other lovers. I’m going to make sure that mine is the only face you think of when you think of making love. I want your body to remember me and only me.”

“Okay.” I gasped and closed my eyes as his fingers played with me again as his tongue tasted the lines of my neck. My hands grabbed his ass and I tried to push him towards me, so that I could feel him against me.

“Oh, Katie. I need to enter you.” He groaned against me ear. “Tell me you’re on the pill.”

“No.” My eyes popped up and I bit my lower lip. “I’m not, uh, on the pill.”

“Damn.” He looked upset as he got off of the bed. “I wanted to feel all of you. I wanted to feel your skin against my skin, but it’s fine. I have some condoms.”

“Oh.” I watched as he opened the drawer on his nightstand and pulled out a big box. “Did you get them because of me?”

“No.” He chuckled as he pulled two out and placed one on the top of the stand. “I make sure to keep a supply.”