3 comments/ 90533 views/ 2 favorites Wanna Play? By: jadedSHADOW The elevator was crowded. When the jarring vibrations began, everyone sardined inside let out collective groans of disapproval. Everyone, except him. Directly in front of him was an awesome brunette, whose ass had been firmly sandwiched against his thighs the entire ride. She seemed the type to make the most of an unpleasant situation. On that fact, he'd bet his last dollar. When the elevator finally slid to a groaning, rumbling halt between floors, the two of them were the only ones pleased. She glanced back over her shoulder, winked, and mouthed silently into the corner where he was hidden, "Wanna play?" Distracted by her pouty lips, he could only nod silently. When her hand snaked around to the front of his slacks his gasp wasn't even audible above the angry mutterings of the crowd. Positioned as they were in the corner, back against the wall, neither was worried about being noticed. (Or perhaps they weren't worried for an entirely different reason.) She brushed against his hardened cock, which was already straining forcibly against the front of his trousers. Quickly she unzipped his pants and slid her hand inside. His hot, throbbing maleness was already wet at the tip, and she used her fingertips to massage the slickness down the length of him. Leaning up, he whispered softly against her neck, "What the hell are you doing?" In response, she simply ground her hips slowly and seductively against his shaft, moving her hand for better access. "I'll do whatever you like," she whispered wickedly over her shoulder, while continuing her slow, intimate movements. The mass of angry elevator inhabitants had begun to bicker among themselves. A stout occupant with a receding hairline grumbled, "How the hell much longer can this take? I've got an early meeting with the CEO." She looked at the stranger and with a calm little smile, she said, "Oh, I don't think it will take much longer at all, do you, sir?" She directed her question to the hooded-eyed man she'd now figuratively as well as physically backed into a corner. She alternated between using her fingernails to gently stroke the fullness of his sack and her soft palm to massage the tightness of them. "Oooh no, not long, at all," he replied in a voice hoarse with longing. The elevator shifted at that moment, and his rigid, engorged cock slipped from her fingers. She felt it press deeply into her ass cheeks and let out a moan of her own. Her voice was lost among the frightened cries of the crew. His strong hands grabbed her waist to steady her. Even if the elevator plunged into nothingness and killed them all, he knew he'd die a happy man. In his state of arousal he wasn't even able to fathom the precariousness of their physical safety. He gyrated his seven-inch cock against her ass and began to move his hands under her jacket. Inch by inch his long strong fingers massaged up the length of her ribcage, and he was amazed that her waiflike slenderness almost allowed his fingers to meet. He stopped when he reached the sides of her voluptuous breasts. She sighed. Peering over her shoulder, from his vantage point, he saw her nipples immediately pucker. Her seafoam silky blouse, which she'd matched with a toasted almond suit, provided little protection from his prying eyes. He was thankful. Fearing she was losing control of the situation, she found his hardness again. "I'm in control here," she whispered. She forcibly squeezed his cock. And just as abruptly as the elevator had stopped, it began again. The crowd clapped their hands in approval and in the background his moans still blended, quite unnoticeably. His hips bucked excitedly against her ass, and she quickly placed her hand back in position. Hurriedly, she stroked him, gripping his hardened member securely. Her soft, warm hand was slick with his juices, and weakly, he leaned his head backward against the elevator wall. When she clutched his sack, squeezing its fullness, he had to move his hands back to her hips to steady himself. Her index finger stroked the skin underneath his cock, while his testicles were secure in her firm grasp. Rocking against her tight ass, he finally exploded into her palm, which she'd cupped at his bulbous head. His knees weakened with the exertion it took for him to remain standing. Moaning, he leaned forward and rested a head against her shoulder. He turned his face toward the elevator wall, so as to be hidden from the celebrating occupants. Softly, quietly, his pants were miraculously buttoned, and her hand was again at her side. Wiping his cum on a Kleenex obtained from her jacket pocket, she turned to him, "See ya tonight, hun." And, with a kiss on his cheek, she was gone. Standing there, inhaling the faint lingering aroma of her perfume, he wondered how in the hell he deserved someone like her. Grinning, he stepped from the elevator, anxious to begin the rest of his day... Wanna Play? Paul couldn't believe this was actually happening. Here he was, naked in front of three women, having just lost at strip poker. He had lost every hand, every hand. 'Unreal' he thought, trying his best to think about anything other than how embarrassed he was at this moment. "Sarah loses... her shirt" Karen giggled "And Paul gets to take it off" As per Jessie's rules, Paul stood up and turned towards Sarah. She got out of her chair, raised her arms and backed towards him. Slowly, she moved against him, feeling his erection slide along her skirt. It popped out, on her left side, like a boomerang. The other girl's all laughed but their eyes stayed riveted on Paul's cock. It was throbbing, pre-cum starting to ooze from the tip. Sarah continued grinding her ass against his right leg while Paul's fingers fumbled at her buttons. Each button seemed to challenge his shaking fingers but he finally managed to remove her shirt. The bra she was wearing was made out of black satin and did nothing to hide the fact that her nipples were as rigid as Paul's cock. To Paul it seemed that they were begging to be caressed and that is exactly what he started to do. The feel of them through the slippery fabric caused his cock to swell. "Oh look, it's oozing again," Karen said as she pointed at Paul's excited cock. Sarah took Karen's comment as added incentive, starting to move her leg up and down against Paul's engorged member. "Okay Sarah" Jessie commanded. "Time to shine!" Sarah looked down at the object of everyone's attention and started to spread the pre-cum around and around the head of Paul's cock. It twitched uncontrollably as Sarah kept coaxing it, pre-cum flowing at every spasm. "Ok Sarah" Jessie breathed, "It's shining. Let's get back to the game." Paul almost screamed in frustration, Sarah's finger trying to keep track of the head of his cock had him next to orgasm. Jessie telling her to stop just made it throb again and again. More pre-cum oozed from the tip as Paul sat back down. "Look at that!" Karen said as she stared at Paul's oozing cock. "Time for my next rule" Jessie said, "We have all seen how much his cock twitches when he gets excited. I suggest that we punish him if it twitches again." "Punish him?" Sarah asked. "That's right" Jessie replied "If he twitches, we tie him up and tease him for the rest of the weekend." "Sounds like fun" Karen smiled. Paul was aware that the girls were talking but he didn't really hear them. He was horny, horny as hell; his need to ejaculate was now the only thing on his mind. "My turn to deal" Karen said as she quickly shuffled and dealt the cards. Paul thought back on how he had gotten into this situation. His parents had left early Friday afternoon to go on a two-week vacation. His summer job had prevented him from going with them. No big deal, as he could, at 19, look after himself. He looked forward to having the house to himself, who wouldn't. The only drawback was that his parents had left him a list of chores that had to be done while they were gone. Looking over the list Paul sighed as he saw 'trim the hedge'. "Might as well get that out of the way' He thought. Grumbling to himself, Paul went to the shed in the back yard and grabbed the hedge clippers. While he was snipping away at the hedge his mind started to wander. He was lost in thought when a soft, feminine voice shocked him back to reality. "I didn't mean to startle you" "You didn't, um, startle me" Paul lied. 'Who is that' he thought. He didn't recognize the voice and from what he knew, nobody lived in the house behind his. "Well then...?" the voice continued. "Then what?" Paul stammered. "Will you clip this side too?" A few spots of white caught Paul's eye as he looked through the hedge. "Who are you? "He asked. Two hours later Paul had found out that her name was Sarah, she had just bought the house behind his and was checking it out before moving in. She had been in her backyard when she heard the sound of the clippers. Peeking through the hedge and liking what she saw, she boldly asked him if he would help clip her side as well. Paul had agreed and upon finishing the task, she had asked him in for something to drink. End of part one... Wanna Play? "Wanna play?" "What's the point, you never win." "I beat you once." "That time I had Mono doesn't count." "C'mon, what's the harm?" he said as he laced his hands behind his head. "Its only one game." "Its still amazing to me that after all these years, you still can't beat me at Monopoly." "Well, I have taken the years to develop other talents." Bree took a moment to steal another glance at her best friend. Wearing his favorite Guns 'N Roses tshirt and ripped jeans, this was the most relaxed and unguarded she'd seen him in awhile. With his head tilited toward the ceiling, she took a moment to study his profile. Conrad possessed a rugged look most men strived for, and Bree had no doubt he would only look better with age. The strong line of his jaw and prominent ridge of his nose guaranteed he was a hit with all the girls at school. His dark brown eyes always flickered with a hint of mischief, and they never offered a promise they couldn't keep. Bree's eyes trailed down the side of Finn's neck where her gaze landed on a tiny scar, she'd nearly forgotten about it. Usually Finn's hair was too long to see it, but with his buzz cut, she could make out the jagged scar clearly through his blond hair. Finn shifted, dragging Bree back from memory lane. "Yea, well, I've heard about your talents," she said tossing her hair over her shoulder. She didn't want to tell him exactly how much she heard, but she'd heard enough. "I hear I'm actually quite good. Well," he added with a shrug. "At least that's what's written on the bathroom stalls in the girls room, anyway." "Hubris is bad for your complexion." She said as she stood and walked toward his closet to get the Monopoly board. It was in the same place it'd always been. "Since when do you take trips into the ladies room?" she asked tossing a look over her shoulder. She watched as his smile widened, and he unconsciously puffed out his chest. "Sometimes my talents lead me to the woman's bathroom. Sometimes the backseat of my car, sometimes their mommy and daddy's bed. I'm not picky; I go where the work is. Its part of the job description," he said as he shrugged his shoulders. Of course it was, he was every bit the walking epitome of the American boy next door; high school senior, quarterback of the football team, tall and lean. He was the boy all the girls wanted to go to prom with, the boy girls routinely threw themselves at in the hall. Girls at Jefferson High never failed to mention when their parents were going out of town. When she thought about, it was actually quite funny. They'd been friends seemingly forever, but didn't exactly run in the same circles. She was too sure of herself for most boys, and too reserved for the girls. Bree didn't see the point in being like the other girls in her grade and throwing herself at a guy she liked. Instead she'd befriend them. Of course, this always lead to her being the best friend and never the girlfriend, but at this point, she understood her role in the universe. Case in point, her current situation. "You are so disgusting." As if it were possible, his smile got even wider. She couldn't tell him what she was really thinking. "You're just jealous," he said as he slid down onto the floor across from where she opened the Monopoly board. She scoffed, and it sounded pretty convincing. "Jealous? Of what? Your tiny pecker and bad breath? I don't think so, love." She only called him love when she was telling him something she didn't mean. "Tisk, tisk, you've seen my pecker before," he said as he raised his eyebrows at her, "and its nothing to sneeze at." The thought of the time she caught him changing out of his bathing suit brought heat to her face, and she hoped he didn't see it. "If you were three feet tall, you'd be perfectly proportional." She giggled loudly as he pulled a pillow off his bed and hurled it at her face. "Don't make me tickle you." "No, okay, seriously. Don't do it." She watched as he wiggled his fingers at her, making her squirm. "I promise, I promise," she said between giggles. "You promise what?" "That I won't tell anyone about your impossibly small pecker!" she shouted as she tried to scramble backwards to get away from his approaching form. "That's it, I'm gonna tickle you till you piss yourself." He launched himself over the game board, scrambling on all fours to try and get to her. He grunted as the little silver terrier piece implanted itself in his knee. She backed up quickly trying to move her legs out of his reach. She was nearly around the other side of his bed when he latched onto her ankle. Before he even started his assault, she was laughing. "No, no, please, I didn't mean it," she gasped out between fits of laughter. "You're only apologizing because I caught you," he said as he sat on her shins and started to tickle right above her kneecaps. He didn't understand it, but she was irrationally ticklish above her knees. "Nooo!" she shouted as she tried to buck him off her, but she couldn't. He was planted firmly on her legs, and she couldn't move him. She tried swatting at him with her hands, but he was too fast for her. "Stop. I can't breathe. Please!" she managed to get out. He slid up her legs and sat on her thighs. "What do you say?" he said in his singsong triumphant voice. "You're an ass?" she asked with a wicked smile. He pinched her sides and she yelped. "Fine," she said with a huff. "Conrad G. Finn, you are master of all. Except Monopoly," she added under her breath. He pinched her again, and she squealed. "You're not finished," he said with a grin. She rolled her eyes before continuing. "You are smarter, faster, and better looking than me, although I think you look like a toad." His fingers hovered above her threatening another attack, and she rushed on. "You win." "Good," he said with a nod of his head. "You may always win at Monopoly, but I always win a tickle match." "That's because you cheat." "I do not," he said as he brushed his hand over his buzz cut trying to look mildly hurt. It didn't work. Bree's heart began to beat faster as she tried to ignore the weight of his body on her. She tried to ignore the feeling of his strong thighs securing her to the floor, the heat emanating from him. "You're not ticklish, Finn. That's cheating." "Oh, but I am," he said into her ear as he leaned down over her. "You just haven't found the spot yet." Bree felt her panties moisten, and she hated herself for it. Sitting astride her, staring down at her, he opened his mouth to say something when the buzzing of his cell phone cut him off. "Aren't you going to get that?" She asked when he made no move to get off her. "Nope." "It could be one of your harems vying for your attention." He shrugged and moved off her. She was relieved and saddened at the same time. "Doesn't matter. Its probably just Kelly trying to convince me to take her to prom again." "I think the fact that she calls you Connie, and gets away with it speaks volumes." "Shut up." Finn hated the nickname Connie, and refused to be called by it, but Kelly got away with it. He'd say he is too distracted by her jiggling chest to notice what she was calling him. Finn moved away from her and placed himself back on his side of the Monopoly board. She watched as he fixed his gaze on the board and straightened his money. He didn't lift his eyes when he asked her who she was going to prom with. "Yea right, Finn," Bree said rolling her eyes. "All the guys I know are going with their girlfriends, and every other hot-blooded male won't come within 30 feet of me. No thanks to you." Finn's head snapped up. "What do you mean, 'no thanks to me'?" "We hang out with all the same guys. The least you could do was put in a good word for me, but no." Finn leaned back against the foot of the bed and waited for her to finish. "You say nothing and everyone assumes I'm some kind of leper." "Well, what would you have wanted, Bree?" Finn added with an attitude. "At the very least, a fucking date to my senior prom." Finn watched in amusement as she huffed while separating the Community Chest from the Chance cards. The pout of her lips was tempting as she tried but failed miserably to hide her grimace. Finn crossed his legs Indian-style and leaned slightly forward with his elbows resting on his knees. He reached out a hand and tugged on one of the long luscious curls framing her face. "Why don't we go together?" He wasn't sure how she was going to react, but why not? They'd known each other forever, they wouldn't get on each other's nerves, and he wouldn't have to worry about Kelly, or any other girl trying to show him off like he was a prized pony. Bree heard the words, and her movements stilled, but she knew he was only humoring her. "In your dreams Finn, I'd want a real date." She didn't want pity, least of all from him. The words came out sharper than she'd intended, but still, she needed to stay grounded in reality, and this was borderline extra terrestrial. "Fine, brat. I was only trying to do you a favor." Bree's eyes locked on her best friend's. Finn only called her a brat when he didn't get his way, but this time, was that hurt in his voice too? She noted his brown eyes were hard stones now. His lips were set tight. He was pissed. Finn watched as she pushed a mass of dark curls from her face, her light brown eyes shimmering brilliantly against her mocha colored skin. He watched as she caught her bottom lip between her teeth, a move she made when she was choosing her words wisely. "Its not that I wouldn't want to go with you," she slowly started when his features didn't soften. "But, it's my senior prom. It's supposed to be special." She sat chewing on her lip, hoping she didn't just piss him off. She really wasn't in the mood for his temperamental nature. "Who said it wouldn't be special?" The words came out barely above a whisper through his gritted teeth. "C'mon Finn. We both know that me going with you would be just like me going alone. You'd be fine at first, then Kelly or some other girl would come along and I'd loose my date for the rest of the night. If I'm going to be seen alone, than I'd rather just show up alone. Besides," Bree bashfully looked down at her hands. "Bobby's been paying some extra attention to me --" "Bobby Scott?" he shouted nearly making her jump. "What the fuck are you thinking?" "What's wrong with him? I was kinda hoping he was gonna ask me." She said as she fiddled with the hem of her shirt. "He's known as the Cherry Popper, Bree." "So," she said looking at him defiantly. The word flew out of her mouth before her brain had time to process it. The one syllable utterance forced color into his milky skin and caused his jaw to tense. Bree smiled at him. The fact that his light skin color couldn't hide his true feelings was always something she exploited. "So?" he grumbled, the vein in his forehead pulsing. "What happens after he pops your cherry? Because I know you still have one." "First of all," she said shaking her hair out of her eyes again. "That's none of your business if I am a virgin or not, and second, who said it would get that far?" "Oh, I'm sorry," he said sarcastically, "big, bad Breanna can defend herself." "Of course I can." "Right, Bobby is 5'11 and 275 pounds. He's a linebacker, but 'lil 5'6 Breanna Reade whose 120 pounds soaking wet can defend herself." "Yep," she said, her voice trembling slightly. She could see the holes in her plan, but he didn't have to know that. "I just want a date to prom." Finn's eyes narrowed into slits, his eyes still stones. He was fighting to control himself, and Bree was loving every minute of it. Her smile disappeared when he shoved the game board out of his way and sent all the tiny peaces slamming into the wall. "Just a date, huh?" he said as he leaned forward onto his hands and knees. "Well what happens when the prom is over, and everyone's going back to the Hotel for the after party, huh?" He stalked toward her, trying to intimidate her. She didn't want to let him know it was working. Slowly, Bree began to inch away from him. "What happens when he grabs you and you can't get away?" She felt his steely grip latch onto her ankle. Bree tried to keep moving but she couldn't, his grip was too strong. "Stop this, it isn't funny, Finn." "And it won't be funny when he bunches up your dress and manages to get his hand down those Little Mermaid panties I know you still wear." The thought of another guy touching her sent white-hot anger coursing through him. "Finn, STOP IT!" she shouted. He was on top of her now, a far away look in his eye. She knew he wouldn't hurt her, but he was scaring her. Bree balled up a small fist and tried to hit him in the face. He laughed wickedly catching her hand easily. She started struggling in earnest now, trying to buck him off her, but it only seemed to fuel him on. Bree managed to punch him once in his bad shoulder, but he didn't stop. Instead he grabbed both her hands and pinned them above her head. "You can't even win a fucking tickle match. What makes you think you can defend yourself from someone that really wants something from you?" His face was just inches from hers as she sat trembling from both anticipation and fear. The weight of his body was now pressed firmly against her and she couldn't move. "Fine, you made your point, now get off me." His beautiful features contorted and he bent his head towards hers like he was going to kiss her. She held her breath and closed her eyes. "Open your eyes," he commanded. She felt like she had no other choice but to do what he said. She opened her eyes and watched as he placed feathered kisses along her jaw. She moaned involuntarily and turned her head away from him in shame. Finn nibbled on her ear and licked his way down her neck and gently nipped at her collarbone. He teased and sucked on the flesh there enticing a love mark to the surface of her brown skin. He moved under her chin and kissed her throat relishing in how responsive she was. With each kiss, he could feel her body bucking, trying to get closer to him. "Is it going to be this easy for Bobby, Breanna? A few kisses and you're putty in his hands?" "Get off me," she said with more confidence than she felt. She had to at least act braver than she felt. Right now she wanted him nothing more than for him to continue. "Make me." He said through gritted teeth. He was having a tough time controlling himself, and her squirming was driving him crazy. "I hat-" before she could finish the sentence, he swallowed her voice with his mouth. His kiss was gentle at first, in sharp contrast to the controlling way he held her. She gasped into the kiss, allowing him to slowly snake his tongue into her mouth teasing another whimper from her. His grip on her hands loosened and he expected her to smack him, but she didn't. Thank god. For now, she wanted this as much as he did. She probably would hate him for doing this to her later, but for right now, this was perfect. He nibbled on her bottom lip trying to communicate to her just how good things with him could be. Her eyes fluttered closed as he began to pull away from her. He was only going to continue if she wanted him to. He'd already crossed the line with her and hoped she didn't want to go back. Finn watched as she opened her eyes and her face flushed with color. "I couldn't let you finish that sentence. It sounded like you would've really meant it." She blinked for several seconds searching his features for the truth. Her heart swelled as she realized he wanted this as much as she did. Honestly, she was surprised he hadn't noticed her massive crush earlier. Bree opened her mouth to speak, but fearing what she would say, Finn kissed her again, this time not holding anything back. He kissed her until she couldn't breathe, then he kissed her some more. Finn let go of her hands completely and she moved her hands to his face where she traced the strong lines of his brow and jaw. When her fingers gently brushed over his lips, he pulled her thumb between his lips and sucked gently. He felt her hips buck at the sensation, and she felt her heart beat between the apex of her thighs. There was no going back, and she wasn't sure if she ever wanted to. No doubt there would consequences, but right now, in this moment, this was perfect. Finn, enjoying the feel of her underneath him shifted his weight. He watched as Bree's eyes grew wide and she stilled. She could feel the heat of his length pressing into her hip as he shifted above her, and it scared her. "Don't worry, baby, I'll go slow." Bree's caught her lip in between her lip as she nodded her head. Trying to ease the growing intensity of the slow burn between her legs, Bree spread her legs wider and forced her mound onto Finn's leg, making them both moan. Bree was about to ask him where he was going when he sat up and moved down her body. She thought she'd done something wrong and he'd changed his mind, and didn't want his best friend anymore. The concern on her face was wiped away as Finn slowly lifted her tee shirt exposing her belly button. He dipped his tongue into the depression in her smooth stomach and she squealed. He kissed his way up her torso as he exposed more of her skin with his hands. Bree ran her fingers along his shaved head loving the prickly feel of his hair on her fingers. Sliding up her body, he pulled her shirt from her and smiled at the view before him. He'd seen her in bathing suites plenty of times, in her underwear too, but this was different. He could see her breasts trembling as she inhaled shaky breaths. Finn smiled down at Bree erasing her doubts. She tried to cover herself self consciously, but he gently pulled her hands away. With one arm, he lifted her body from the floor and unclasped her bra with the other. Bree giggled. "Lots of practice, huh?" Finn grinned back at her sheepishly. Yea, he'd had a lot of practice, but this was different. This was special. He slid her black bra from her small frame and kissed the spots where her straps had been. He teased her unmercifully as he refused to touch her sensitive and puckered nipples. "Please..." Bree huffed, she wasn't sure what she wanted, but she knew she wanted more. Finn's eyes connected with hers as he kissed and licked a path to her nipples. Gently, he took a bud into his mouth and sucked. Bree thought she was going to explode. She felt tiny sparks explode behind her eyes and she felt her panties moisten even more. "Oh god," she moaned as her hands laced behind his head trying to pull him closer. "That's not even the best part," he said wolfishly. He licked and sucked each nipple, making sure each got equal amounts of attention. He couldn't believe how sweet she tasted. He smiled as he kicked himself for not doing this sooner. She never seemed interested in him, and he'd always been afraid to take things to the next step for fear of ruining their friendship. Finn watched as her eyes widened as he slid down her body. She sucked in her belly as he caught the zipper on her jeans with his teeth. As each part of her skin was revealed, he kissed the newly exposed flesh. Bree reveled in the way he was looking and touching her, like he wanted to remember this moment forever. She smiled to herself - she couldn't imagine things being any better. The smile on her face was replaced with a gasp as Finn finally managed to get her pants all the way off. He sat up and looked down at his best friend. "Little Mermaid, see I told you." Bree's face heated at how well her best friend knew her. These were her favorite panties. Her raven hair was spread across the floor of his bedroom, pillowing her head. Her bottom lip was tucked neatly in between her teeth as she waited for him to make the next move. As he tossed her jeans over his shoulder, he picked up her leg and made sure he kissed a definite path to his prize. By the time he'd reached her knee, she was trying to hold back giggles. Wanna Play? He smiled as he shook his head. He kissed higher, and her giggles increased. "This isn't the part where you laugh, sweetheart." She couldn't help it. "It tickles," she said bashfully. "I'll give you something to giggle about," he said as spread her legs as wide as they could go, and without preamble began to lick at her throbbing pussy through her panties. Her giggles died in her throat and were replaced by low moans. She didn't know what he was doing, but she didn't want him to stop. Her scent was intoxicating as he buried his face in her panties, trying desperately to taste as much of her as he could. He placed a hand on her stomach to try and keep her still, as she bucked and thrashed into his face. Using one hand, he pulled her panties to the side and watched her juices flow out of her. Finn licked the line where her thigh met her mound and was supremely pleased when he heard her moan his name. He flattened his tongue and ran it along the length of her slit. Bree screamed and tried to pull his face closer to her sex. Using the skills he'd been perfecting for just this moment, he began to tease her as he slid his tongue in and out of her body, ignoring her pleas. Finn couldn't stop if he wanted too, the taste of her was addicting. He spread her pussy lips apart as he tried to taste every inch of her throbbing pussy. He circled her clit with his tongue causing her to buck her hips uncontrollably. She could feel pins and needles starting at her toes. She didn't know what was happening, and she told him so. He said nothing as he waited until she was close to coming, then he latched onto her clit and sucked as hard as he could while flicking his tongue across her hardened nub. Bree opened her mouth in a silent scream as she felt wave after wave of pleasure washing over her, tensing up her muscles. She cried for him to stop, but Finn wasn't going to quit until he was satisfied. With his mouth still firmly on her clit, he swirled a finger in her juices and slowly pushed his digit into her scorching sex. He could feel her body clenching at his finger as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. He ate her until she came again, and his jaw was ached. He hadn't even touched himself and he was ready to burst, but he was intent on making this last. He sat up on his heels satisfied with the content look on her face. Bree looked exhausted and sated. He watched as Bree's head fell to the side and her eyes fluttered closed. "Oh no you don't, we're not done yet," he said as he easily lifted her spent body from the floor and placed her gently on his bed. He smiled at her as he lowered his head to hers and captured her lips once again. Thinking he couldn't waste another moment for she might change her mind, Finn ripped his shirt from his body and Bree's breath caught in her throat. She forgot what a wonderful body he had. Football had given him the body of a god. Finn was about to undo his belt when her fingers stilled his movements. For a second he feared she would tell him to stop. Her fingers brushed his out of the way as she clumsily undid his belt. She popped the button on his jeans slowly sliding the zipper down. Finn thought the very fiber of his being was going to shatter. He pulled her hands away afraid that one touch from her would ruin to moment for the both of them. She looked shocked and almost scared that she'd done something wrong. "You didn't do anything wrong, but if you touch me, this might end before it gets started," he answered her unasked question. She smiled back at him as he fished inside his pants and pulled out his throbbing erection. Bree's eyes widened in fear. The swollen purple head giving her pause as Bree had never seen a penis before. Health class didn't count, and she was nervous. "Don't worry, it'll fit," he said with a grin as he looked at her wantonly. Bree nodded her head as he covered her with his body again. The friction created from the roughness of his jeans against the smoothness of her skin was driving her insane. Watching the expression on her face, he covered her mouth with his again, kissing her deeply. His fingers found his erection as he began to pull at himself. "I need you. Now." "You have no idea, baby," Finn said huskily. "How long I've wanted this." He captured her mouth again, ravaging her with his tongue. His pants still hanging loosely around his hips, Finn poised himself at her seeping entrance, teasing her as he rubbed his head of his throbbing cock along her slit. Suddenly he thrusted into her hard and fast enticing another gasp from his best friend as he pushed past her natural barrier. He stilled inside of her and kissed her neck until he felt her body start to move in the rhythm that would push them both closer to orgasm. The friction Bree felt was indescribable as Finn slowly began to move inside of her. He pressed his length into her slow and hard, slamming his pelvis into her clit each time making tiny stars float behind her eyes. Bree's eyes shot skyward as Finn began to move against her harder and faster. He watched as his pale meat slid in between her mocha thighs and willed himself not to cum. She called out to god, she called out to the heavens. She didn't know what Finn was doing to her, but she knew she never wanted it to stop. The sounds of flesh smacking flesh began to fill the room and Bree began to pant Finn's name. The pins and needles were starting again, and the look on Finn's face was pure concentration. He pulled her legs up around his waist as he tried to get deeper inside his best friend. He was slamming into her hard now, bottoming out, and Bree's groans seemed to spur him on. He could feel her tightness threatening to milk him dry, but he wasn't done yet. He grabbed her hips and pulled her tighter to him. She met each of his thrusts with one of her own, trying to delve into the delicious friction she was feeling. Finn leaned down and latched onto her nipple with his teeth, making Bree scream as her orgasm began to take over. The combination of pain and pleasure pushed her over the edge and she screamed her release for anyone that was willing to listen. She felt Finn pump into her body erratically as his release ripped through him. He let go of her nipple and leaned into her neck as he pumped rope after rope of cum inside her body, branding her as his. Finn fell on top of her enjoying the warmth radiating from their bodies. He looked down at Bree's face and watched as her eyes began to close. With a smile, he flexed his hips, causing her eyes to fly open at the sensation of him still being buried inside her. "Does this mean you're going to prom with me?" The vibrations of Bree's giggles started out slow until she was laughing uncontrollably. "You've got some above average persuasion skills," she said in between fits of laughter. He nipped at her neck with his teeth being sure to leave her with another mark. Wanna Play? Ethan picked up his trilling phone. "Levy," he said. "Levy," she mocked. "Kylie!" he said warmly, leaning back. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" "Well, Mr. I'm-so-important-that-I-work-late-every-night, your wife is calling to humbly request your presence at Chez Levy on this night, at something approaching a reasonable hour," she said cheekily. "We here at Silver, Diamond & Goldenberg aim to please." He checked his schedule. "You're a lucky little lady. I actually have no pressing appointments after 7, so I can come straight home." "You had better." Her voice lowered to a confidential murmur. "Tonight's the last night before I ride the red, as it were, so if you're interested in a bit of 'wink-wink, nudge-nudge, say no more' then you had better act today; supplies are limited." She purred on, "So kill your work, soldier, because I don't want you thinking about anything other than me tonight. Which reminds me, check the upper left pocket of your briefcase. I left you a present." Ethan rummaged a bit before coming up with a lacy black pair of bikini panties. He grinned and tucked them into his breast pocket, then checked his watch. Five o'clock. He groaned inwardly. "You're killing me, here. You call two hours before I can come home and you expect me to be coherent for the rest of the workday?" She laughed. "Just wanted to ensure that you're in fine form for tonight. Bye!" she drawled. He shook his head, laughing to himself. After six years of marriage, his wife still knew just how to command all of his attention. ****************************** As he walked into the house, Ethan smelled the warm scents of lamb stew simmering and bread baking. He walked into the kitchen to see his wife putting the finishing touches on a triple-layer hazelnut cake. He leaned against the doorjamb, crossed his arms, and watched her. Thoroughly engrossed in pressing the crushed hazelnuts into the milk chocolate frosting, she didn't hear him behind her. Something classical played on the stereo and she danced and sang to herself while she worked. Ethan loved watching his wife when she didn't know that he was there. A smile crossed his blade-sharp, lupine features as he watched her. Her black, pencil-thin, knee-length dreadlocks swayed from side to side as she moved, exposing tempting glimpses of her silky, coffee skin. She was so much smaller than him, 5'3" to his 6'0", her lithe body seeming to belie the fact that she had borne twins a mere six months ago. The only permanent change seemed to be her enlarged breasts, but he wasn't complaining. He moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his head on her shoulder. She leaned back against him, twisted her head and vaguely kissed at whatever she could reach. "Hey," she said, turning around in his arms and wrapping hers around the back of his neck. "Hey," he said, leaning down for a kiss. She leaned back and said, "Don't be mad." Warily, he said, "What is it?" She sighed, "Too late." "Too late?" he asked, his voice full of disappointment. She nodded. Then, slyly smiling up at him, she said, "However, if you want, we could play a game." He grinned, bending her backwards and kissing the tip of her long, elegant nose. "I love your games." She kissed his Adam's apple and straightened, pinching his bum. "Grab some dishes; dinner is almost ready." "Yes, ma'am," he drawled. Looking around, he asked, "Babies?" "Down for the night. They were feeling a bit fussy, but Mrs. Carbone put them down before she left," she said, referring to their nanny. He began setting the table for dinner. "How was work?" "Wonderful," she said. "A few new clients were referred to me today and I'm really looking forward to working with them." Kyle was a clinical psychologist who had recently moved from working in a mental hospital into private practice with a few of her grad school friends. Ethan and Kyle actually met in grad school. She had been going for a Psy.D while he was going for a law degree. He still remembered the crisp autumnal day that he saw her walking across campus. Her hair had been shorter then, but other than that and well, her breasts, she looked exactly the same. He had thought her so beautiful that he found himself following her. Suddenly, she changed direction. Ethan hadn't been paying attention to how close he was following, only how good her hair smelled, so when she turned, he had no room to move and she crashed into him. He held her to prevent her from falling, but flinched back when she looked up at him and gasped. He knew what she saw. A looming guy, who might have been attractive except for one glaring flaw. He was an albino. He felt his face flush and he moved to let go of her when he heard something that made him stop in surprise. "You're beautiful," she breathed. Her doe eyes, the colour of bitter chocolate, widened and her jaw dropped in dismay as she realized that she had spoken aloud. His eyes were drawn to her full, pouty mouth. He started to say something, but before he could open his mouth, she had pulled out of his arms and run away. He let her go. He turned and walked in the opposite direction, toward his dorm. He wasn't worried; he knew that he would find her. It was a small campus and besides, he grinned to himself, in her eyes, he had recognized his beshert. Ethan shook himself out of his reverie to find Kyle staring indulgently at him. "Ready to eat?" she queried. He grinned and nodded, patting his flat stomach. "Feed me, little wife." She rolled her eyes and handed him the crock of stew and they began to eat. When they were finished, he loaded the dishwasher and she disappeared upstairs. She reappeared just as he finished and said dulcetly, "I drew a bath for you. Why don't you go scrub off the day while I set up our game?" As Ethan walked by to go upstairs to his bathroom, Kyle slapped him on the bum and gave him a wink. One of the things that she had insisted when they first moved in was that another bathroom be built off of their bedroom, so that they could have separate spaces. Although it had been annoying at the time, now he was grateful not to have to deal with wading through various lotions and potions anytime he wanted to do anything bathroom-related. He leaned over the sink and removed his contacts. Kyle may not have minded his eyes, but the majority of the population looked at him like a freak when he didn't wear the silvery-grey contacts that he used in an effort to blend in with others. It was also easier on his eyes to wear the tinted contacts, given his sensitivity to light. He trimmed his goatee, ran a rueful hand through his thick, straight hair when he realized that he was way past due for a haircut, undressed, and then took his bath. When he emerged from the bathroom, he found the bedroom covered in scented candles. He breathed deeply. Lemon verbena, Kyle's signature scent. Noticing a piece of paper on the bed, he walked over and read it. "Don't put on anything. Lie face-down on the bed, with your arms above your head." He smiled in anticipation. Kyle always played the best games. Lying as directed, he waited for his wife. After awhile, he heard her enter the room. He wanted to say something, but some instinct told him to stay quiet. He heard her walk over to the foot of their bed, then felt the mattress dip as she climbed onto it. He felt her crawl over his back, her thighs parted against his sides, until she leaned down to breathe into his ear. He realized that she was naked when her full, soft breasts pressed into his back, nipples poking insistently at his skin. He couldn't help it; he squirmed. He heard her chuckle softly as she wrapped something around his eyes and tied it firmly. Leaning back down, she said, "These are the rules. You are not allowed to speak; only to make noises as it pleases you. I am going to tie you down. If you speak, the game ends. If you refuse to be tied, the game ends. If you don't follow my directions to the letter—" here she licked the rim of his ear from lobe to helix, making him shiver, "—the game ends. Nod if you understand the rules." He nodded. She nipped his earlobe, and then said the words that always began their darker games. "Do you trust me?" He nodded again. "Good," she crooned into his ear. She dragged her palm along his arm, and then tied it to one of the bed posts when she reached the wrist. After repeating the action on the other side, she flipped her hair, so that it dragged over his body as she moved down his legs to tie him spread-eagle to the bed. He began squirming in earnest now, the feeling of vulnerability mixing with his response to the light touches of her hair and body to cause blood to begin filling his cock. Kyle climbed back on top of him, reaching under him to adjust his cock to a more comfortable position. He sighed in relief. Then he felt her take her other hand and roll on a rubber cock ring. She kissed the back of his neck and then laid her body totally against his. He could feel every dip and curve of her against him, like a warm, soft blanket. He loved the feel of her skin, like heated silk. Slowly she began rubbing her body all over the back of his, her nipples dragging over his shoulder blades, down his spine, over his ribs, her thighs rubbing his, occasionally brushing against his vulnerable and heavy scrotum. Ethan groaned and tried move his body so that it caressed hers. She laughed delightedly, and then leapt off of the bed. He stifled an exclamation as the soft heat of her body left his. He heard her walk over to their dresser. When she returned, she straddled his buttocks, grinding her hot, silk-covered sex over them. While Ethan understood why she was wearing panties, he ardently wished that he could feel her slick cunt rubbing against him, spreading her wetness all over his skin. Suddenly, he felt something hot, so hot as to just straddle the threshold between pain and pleasure, gliding over his back. He moaned in earnest and thrust himself against the sheets. He heard her wicked chuckle just before he felt her hands spreading around what he now realized was hot, scented oil. He relaxed as she kneaded the muscles of his lower back with her hands, finding knots that he hadn't realized had even been there. Moving up, she ground her hand into the muscles beside his spine, then switched to her elbows to work against the bunched muscles of his shoulders. He was moaning in earnest, now. Ethan loved Kyle's massages. Nothing relaxed him, yet turned him on more than her hands caressing his skin. Kyle alternated between her elbows and hands as she massaged the muscles around his shoulder blades and shoulders, sometimes grinding, sometimes chopping, and sometimes using her fingers to knead his tight, recalcitrant muscles into relaxed submission. Moving to his neck, she delicately caressed the muscles, there, occasionally dropping kisses and nips on the back and sides of his neck as she massaged. She poured oil over his right arm, then pressed her fingers deeply into the muscles as she worked out every kink he didn't know that he had. He could feel her breasts occasionally brushing against the back of his head as she switched to his other arm and he briefly regretted the fact that he had such a full head of thick hair. She moved back down his body, allowing her hair to drag against his now sensitized skin, causing him to roll his hips against the mattress. When he felt her gently sink her teeth into his left buttock, he gave a strangled cry and pulled against his bonds, everything in him rising up in demand that he take her hard and fast. Kyle, however, was a mistress of knot-tying and no amount of tugging would loosen his bonds. She tsked and sucked the place that she had bitten. "Now, now, Ethan. Be a good boy, if you still want to play." He growled back at her, but the sound was strangled as she rubbed her cheek against his right thigh. Ethan felt her hot, wet, questing little tongue tracing circles around toward the inside of his upper thigh and his cock throbbed in anticipation. He felt her hair brushing against his inner thighs as she gave his balls one hot, leisurely lick. Then another. Then another. He felt her hum against them and he relaxed until he felt almost boneless. More hot oil slicked over his thighs as she ran her hands over them, rubbing in the oil and massaging his muscles. She pressed her thumbs into the backs of his knees, stimulating one of his favourite personal erogenous zones. Kyle ran her oil covered hands up and down the backs of his calves, gently coaxing the muscles into relaxation. Ethan was so relaxed that he could almost forget the blood pulsing against the skin of his dick. She ran her fingertips up the insides of his legs to his taint, her hands meeting in the middle to massage his sweet spot. Then she climbed back on top of him. Pouring more heated oil over his back, he felt her lie against him once more. Then Kyle began undulating her body, using her breasts, stomach, and thighs to massage the oil into Ethan's skin. He panted, and then bit down hard on his lip to keep from humping the bed. "Oh, do you like that?" she breathed into his ear. Her thighs wrapped around his waist and she used just her stomach and breasts to massage the rest of the oil into his skin while biting and sucking the back and sides of his neck. Ethan could feel his dick throbbing with every beat of his heart and behind the blindfold, his eyes rolled back into his head, as, with every thrust of her body, his dick was pressed against the bed. When he thought that he couldn't take anymore, she dragged herself off of his body and untied him. "Turn over," she commanded. He gingerly moved to lie on his back, feeling the puddle of pre-cum that he had left on the blanket wet his buttocks now pressed into the wet spot. She swiftly retied his arms to the bedposts, but left his legs free. He could feel his hard cock resting against his stomach, the cock ring making his erection even bigger. Kyle straddled his belly, his dick pressed between his hard stomach and her soft cunt. She lowered her body until they were breasts to chest, and then began to nibble along his jaw-line, rubbing it with her lips. She nibbled her way to his mouth, and then licked the seam of his lips. She kissed him, her mouth hot and insistent, her tongue flickering around his mouth until he opened it and let her inside. She moaned into his mouth and Ethan felt like the vibrations went straight to his cock. He ground his hips against her, mindless in his pursuit of pleasure. Moving back, Kyle kissed and sucked his Adam's apple, and bit and sucked her way around his neck. Moving up to his ear, she flickered her tongue inside, causing him to shiver uncontrollably, and his cock to leak even more pre-cum onto his stomach. He was her willing slave; he didn't care what she did as long as it kept feeling this good. She moved down his body to lick his right nipple as her deft fingers pinched and rolled his left. His body thrust up so sharply against her that she reached down to grab his cock at the base. Ethan could almost feel the cum angrily boiling up in his balls, but the sensation gradually faded as Kyle squeezed the base of his cock. When she was satisfied that he had calmed enough, she sucked one of his nipples back into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. He gave a strangled moan deep in his throat as she leaned back and blew cool air over it. Rubbing it with her thumb, she switched to the other side, laving that nipple with her tongue and gently pulling it with her teeth. Ethan's hips bucked under her, so she rubbed her cheek against his chest, calming him. Leaning back, she reached for the hot oil and began to pour it on his chest. She rubbed her hands in a circular motion over his chest and abs, while leaning over and letting her swaying breasts gently brush against his face. He turned to kiss them, to try to catch one of her impertinent little brown nipples in his mouth, but Kyle evaded him, driving him out of his mind with desire. He could feel her warm breath on his face, her hair caressing his chest, her soft breasts touching here and here against his face and neck, her hands rubbing oil over his nipples and her hot core pressed against his abs. She was in constant movement, simultaneously everywhere and nowhere, all at once. She massaged his ribs and up the sensitive undersides of his arms, leaning over to nip the tender flesh and lick the shaded hollows of the inside of his elbows. She moved to open her hot mouth over his inner wrist, licking it even as her lips kissed it. Moving over to his other wrist, she rubbed her mouth over it, then scraped her teeth against it. These slight moments of pain interspersed with the long moments of pleasure only heightened the sensations. As she moved back down over his body, he caught the light scent of her hair and inhaled deeply. Nothing smelled better than his wife. No perfume, nothing artificial, could match her natural scent. His nostrils flared as he smelled her, his instincts clamouring for him to drag her small body beneath his and fuck her until she could remember no name but his. Ethan could feel her breasts slipping over his chest as she poured more oil between them and once again used her body to massage it into his. Her taut buttocks rested against his thighs, and he realized that Kyle was slowly, agonizingly moving down his body. His cock, slick with oil and precum, slid between her breasts, and she pushed them together, warm heat surrounding his pulsing shaft. He heard Kyle groan and breathlessly say, "Mmmm, lover, you look so good! All the veins are sticking out all over your beautiful cock and you're leaking all of this thick, sweet pre-cum all over me." His cock swelled a bit more, as if in acknowledgement of her words. He swallowed hard, biting his lip to keep from speaking. He felt like he was going to blow his load at any moment, but every time he neared the edge, she either squeezed his cock ring, or backed off, until his balls felt so full of cum that the skin was hot and tight. Sensing his frustration, Kyle sat up and positioned herself between his open thighs. Kyle poured the rest of the hot oil over Ethan's angry red cock and balls. With the thumb and forefinger of each hand, she grasped the sac below his balls and gently pulled down, forcing his balls up toward his body. She took her free fingers and lightly rolled them. His body melted into the bed, every last whisper of tension slowly dripping out of his cock with his pre-cum. When she sensed that he was fully relaxed, she put one hand around the head of his shaft and one at the base. While holding the base firm, she gently pulled on his head to stretch his shaft. A new sort of tension began to tighten and seductively dance along the taut muscles of Ethan's thighs as she stroked her thumb up the underside of his dick and drew small circles under the head. Ethan's breath caught in his throat. He opened his mouth to beg her to do something, anything--his mind couldn't coherently figure out what--but bit his lip just in time, remembering Kyle's rules. Growling as a shaft of fire licked along his spine, he tensed in her hand. Ethan's deep growl turned into a whimper as Kyle wrapped her thumbs and forefingers around the middle of his cock, one right on top of the other, and then slid them in opposite directions. He fucked his throbbing dick up into her hands, the veins sliding past her fingers slick with oil and his pleasure. He hotly wished that it was her tight, wet cunt that he was fucking, but her hands felt incredible, too. Kyle moved her hands and started stroking Ethan's shaft with one hand while pulling down on his sensitive balls with the other. She kept this up until he was moaning so loudly that she worried that he was about to cum right then and there. Grinning wickedly, she pressed two fingers into his perineum, stroking his own pre-cum into the soft skin. The urge to blow his load into her maddening little hands began whispering through his feverish hind-brain. Wanna Play? With her other hand, Kyle alternated between rubbing the soft space of skin between his balls and anus, and gently fondling his balls. Ethan's head twitched, and rolled back involuntarily, as every move that his wife made with her hands pulled all of his sexual strings. Kyle fondled and stroked. Pressed and stroked. Fondled and pressed. Then, placing her hands on either side of his dick, she rubbed them back and forth while also sliding up and down his shaft. Ethan was gone. He mindlessly pumped his hips, thrusting himself into her hands with sexual abandon. All he knew is felt that he had to soon release the cream boiling in his heavy balls, or his heart would burst from his chest. He sank his teeth into his lip and groaned incoherently, past language, past thought. If it hadn't been for the cock ring, he would have come ten times over by now. Sensing that the end was approaching, Kyle held firmly to the base of his dick with her left hand, then placed the cupped palm of her right over the head of the cock and gently twisted, rubbing the head in a clockwise, then counter clockwise motion against her palm. Ethan ground his hips up against her hands the friction on the top of his head teasing, burning, making his flesh go up in licking flames. Kyle smoothed the cup of her palm over his cock head with one hand, and then slid straight down to the base of his shaft. As soon as her first hand slid over the ledge of his mushroom, her second hand was right there on top of the bulb, following her first hand down to the base of his cock, repeating over and over, the slick, addicting motion. Ethan stiffened, barely breathing. Everything in his body tightened—his thighs, his abs, his hands, his biceps, his buttocks, his jaw, his back—the sinews of his body standing out in perfect relief. Then, roaring his wife's name, he came--all over her hands, his chest, her breasts, his thighs, her stomach, his abs, her thighs, the bed—ropes of his thick, hot jizz spraying all over everything. His cock pulsed as it shot cum all over the both of them; his hips thrust erratically against her. Kyle held on tightly as he pumped into her clasped hands, his load mixing with the pre-cum and the oil to create a slick, sucking channel. Finally, he was spent. He fell back with a long, heartfelt groan, his cock still spasming. Kyle crawled back up his body and untied his hands. She removed the blindfold and Ethan weakly reached up and wrapped his hand around the back of her neck. Pulling her to him, he kissed her deeply, his tongue stroking hers. She moaned into his mouth, her nipples rasping against his chest hair, her cunt riding one of his strong thighs. She was so aroused by this point that the brush of her clitoris against his thigh, through her panties, caused her to orgasm. She cried out his name, trembling, her body jerking spasmodically. He moved back and watched her, her moist, parted mouth, her closed eyes with their thick, trembling lashes, her slack jaw. He fisted her hair and drew his wife beneath him, nuzzling her neck. She writhed under him, her body still riding the aftershocks of her orgasm. Gradually, her movements lessened. Ethan moved back to see that she was drifting off to sleep. He curled the covers around their bodies, too weak to do much more than that, turn her around, and cuddle her. His hands cupped her breasts; a heavy thigh was thrown over her hips. He'd wake up later to clean the mess that he had made. He grinned to himself, his lips curling against the back of her neck. His wife knew the best games... Wanna Play? Elena sat in her bedroom writing in her diary, waiting for Stefan to call her. He was out of town for a few days to figure out what he could do about these Originals. He was supposed to be coming back tomorrow, but he felt the need to "check up on her" everyday. He said it was to keep her safe, but she knew he was just worried about Damon taking advantage of this situation. She glanced at the clock. 10:30 p.m. and she hadn't heard from him. She kept writing. I tried to tell Stefan that the last time Stefan was gone - he had been in the tomb with Katherine - that Damon had been kind to me, occasionally throwing in an innuendo or two, but he wouldn't be Damon if he didn't. Anyway, Damon and I- "Writing about me?" "Shit, Damon!" Elena jumped up, accidently throwing her pen off of her bed. "Do not do that!" Damon, who was lounging on the bed next to her, grinned, obviously pleased with her reaction. "What are you doing here?" He shrugged. "Boredom." "Where's Rose?" Again, he shrugged. When she didn't respond, he walked across the room and handed her the pen she'd thrown. She grabbed it, but he didn't let go. "What are you writing about?" "Nothing that concerns you." She glared. He laughed and let her have the pen. "Someone's grumpy." "Shut up." Elena snapped. Damon made a mock-expression of hurt and she almost smiled. He lay back on her bed and she rolled her eyes at him, scooting away. After a minute of listening to nothing but her scribbling away in her diary, Damon sighed dramatically. "I'm bored." "Then go somewhere else." "No, I like it here." "Then why are you bored?" She yelled, exasperated. Damon frowned at her. "Is it your time of the month or something?" "Ugh!" Elena stood up and put her diary back in its hiding spot. She turned around to find Damon right in front of her. She gasped and stepped back. "Let's play a game." "What game?" She crossed her arms. "Mmm..." He thought for a moment. "Do you have board games?" "I don't know, Damon!" She was really getting frustrated. He raised an eyebrow at her tone. "You need to get laid, Elena." Then his eyes lit up with amusement. "Do you have a marker board?" "Maybe in Jeremy's room but-" He was gone. She listened closely. Jeremy: "Hey! What are you- Damon? What the hell are you-?" Damon: "Oh, calm down, kid." Jeremy: "Wait, what are you doing with that?" Damon: "So many questions." Jeremy: "Dude, I'm serious." There was a loud bang! followed by silence. Damon strolled back into the room with a large marker board and a red marker. "That kid does not shut up." He muttered more to himself than Elena. "What did you do to him?" "Nothing permanent." He replied nonchalantly and set the board down, took the picture that was hanging on a nail and put the marker board up in its place. "What are you doing?" "We are playing a game." "What?" "Strip man!" He said in a fake enthusiastic tone. "NO!" She'd played that only once at her first "boy-girl" party when she turned 15. And lost. Miserably. At least Matt stepped in before she lost all of her clothes. He frowned at her. "No." She said sternly. He narrowed his eyes at her. "Rock, paper, scissors." "What?" "Come ooooon," He said. Rolling her eyes at his childish idea, she said, "Fine. If I win, you leave." "Fair enough." Damon smirked. "Rock, paper, scissors." They said together. "Dammit!" Elena walked away. Damon laughed. "Aw, come on! Everyone knows that scissors beats paaaperrrrr!" he sing-songed. "Whatever!" She went into her bathroom and slammed the door behind her. "Elena," He knocked on the door. "Leave, Damon!" "Elena," he lowered his voice dangerously. "I will break down this door." She sighed irately and opened the door. Damon smirked. "I thought so." Rolling her eyes, she walked over to the marker board and drew the spaces. When she turned around, Damon was there, invading her space again. She handed him the marker angrily and sat on her bed. When Damon was done, he turned his eyes mischievous. "Guess." Frowning, Elena said, "D?" Grinning, Damon shook his head. Mumbling something about vervain, Elena unzipped her sweatshirt and threw it on the floor. He tossed the marker to her and she walked to the board. "A?" Elena glared at him before putting two As on the board. She handed him the marker and said, "I?" He turned and put an I on the board before handing her the marker. "Y." "Nope." She grinned. Damon smirked before taking his shoes off. Damn, why hadn't I worn shoes? She thought. "A." She guessed and he walked over, putting one A on the board. "T." He said and she put a T on the board. "K." "Nope." She swallowed and pulled her shirt over her head. Thankfully, Damon didn't dramatically ogle her red bra too long before handing her the marker. "Y." She laughed and shook her head. Unlike her, Damon seemed to have no issue taking his shirt off for her. She turned red as he unbuttoned the black shirt, then he winked at her before letting it slide off of his shoulders and onto her bed. "Um...A?" Damn her voice for cracking! "Yep." Damon took the marker from her and put an A on the board. "E?" "Yep." She wrote an E. "K." "No." He smirked. "Damon..." "Just do it, Elena." He grinned. She unzipped her jeans and slid them down her legs and set them on her bed. Her face was completely red as he looked her half-naked body over. "Ooo." He drawled. "What?" She gave him a confused look. He laughed. "O. My letter." "Oh." The she giggled at what she'd just said. She put an O on the board. "T." He put a T on the board. "R." She wrote and R. So far it was: Elena's: _a_ _ Damon's: I _a_t _ _ _ "Um...E?" "Nope!" He laughed. She swallowed before oh-so slowly reached back and unclipped her bra. She tried to ignore Damon's stares - and how hot it was making her feel. "B." He guessed. "No." She still avoided his gaze. Until he took his pants off. At least he's wearing boxers. She thought, blushing deeper. "N." "Yep!" She let out a sigh of relief when he put and N on the board. "R." She put an R on the board. "O?" Damon put an O on the board. "L?" She wrote an L. "B?" He grinned and slowly shook his head, wiggling his eyebrows at her. "You lose, Elena." Her jaw dropped. Was he serious? But the look on his face told her yes, he was very serious. Fine. She thought angrily and dropped her red panties. Oh my gosh, what did I just do? Damon's blue eyes looked her body over and Elena suddenly felt herself get wet. What the hell? "What was your word?" He asked, looking (luckily) at her face. "Salvatore." A hysterical giggle burst out of her mouth. "What about yours?" Grinning, Damon turned and wrote in the rest of the letters. She read them out loud. "'I want you.'" She swallowed. In the blink of an eye, Damon was right in front of her. "And I meant every word." He smirked. Elena pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and the small gesture made Damon lick his lips. To both his and her surprise, Elena leaned in close to Damon, silently craving his touch. He pressed his lips against hers and she immediately responded. She dove her fingers into his silky hair and felt his arms wrap around her bare waist. She moaned low in her throat as he pressed his body flush against hers and she felt his hardness through his boxers. "Damon..." She whispered, but this time it wasn't a warning; it was a plea. Using superhuman speed, he lay Elena on her bed, pushed the clothes out of the way and crawled on top of her, driving his tongue into her mouth. She arched her hips up, wanting more of him. Damon let his slender fingers run down her body, causing her to shiver, until he reached the part of her that ached for him most. He slid a finger into her wetness and groaned softly, pressing his forehead to hers, their eyes both closed. He slid another finger into her and began moving them in and out slowly until her juices were dripping on his hand. She arched her back. "Damon, please..." She bit her lip and whimpered softly. He was surprised at how excited she was right now, but if anything, it made his ego swell even more. He planted a kiss on her lips before sliding his fingers out of her. Elena shifted her hips on the bed, desperately wanting a release. She was just as shocked as he was at the extent of her arousal. Elena opened her eyes, obviously expecting him to take his underwear off and just thrust inside, but his blue eyes sparkled as he planted wet kisses down her stomach. She didn't take her eyes off of him until he reached his desired area. He let his tongue run lazily across her clit and she closed her eyes tightly. His experienced tongue slid up and down her lower lips until he took the little bundle of nerves into his mouth and lightly suckled it. "Ooohh Damon!" Elena moaned desperately. Damon let his tongue slide in and out of her, her juices flooding his mouth. He moved his hands down to her hips and held her steady as he continued to work magic on her. Elena's body began to tighten and with a few more tantalizing swipes of his tongue, she came undone, screaming his name. With superhuman speed, he shot up and laid two fingers over her mouth, grinning wickedly. "Shh. Jeremy and Jenna will hear." Her eyes darted to the door before moving back to Damon. He kissed her once on the lips before shifting, removing his black boxers and intertwining his body with hers. He held her close and just kissed her. When she pulled back for air, he shifted again slightly before guiding his erection to her entrance. He easily slid into her and he paused momentarily, letting her inner walls stretch to accommodate his size before giving her a peck on the lips. Elena wrapped her legs around him reflexively and he began thrusting in and out of her. Over and over Damon drove into her until her body began to tense and she let out rather loud moans. "Shh, shh, shh." He kissed her in an effort to quiet her screams, but as she came, she let out a moan that could wake the dead! (Ha.) He quickly placed a hand over her mouth as she rode out her orgasm, but it seemed too...hostile. Damon slid out of her and flipped her body over gently. He lay almost all the way down on her and put his lips to her ear. "Up on your knees, Love." Breathlessly, she obeyed and cried out in pleasure as Damon entered her again. "Damon!" In and out, again and again Damon was able to do amazing things to her that had pleasure coursing through her veins with every thrust. She felt his cool lips kiss the overheated skin of her shoulder as he made love to her. "D-Damoooon..." She moaned. "I'm - Oh!" Damon put his hand over her mouth as he continued to thrust into her. Her warmth pulsated around his cock and with a moan; he spilled himself inside of her. They two of them collapse on the bed in a sated, sweaty mess. Breathing heavily, Elena looked over at Damon, taking a second to appreciate the sight of his sweaty chest and abs before looking into his eyes and laughed breathlessly. Damon leaned over and kissed her hair before laying his head back down on her pillow. "See?" He said and Elena looked at him curiously. "Told you that you needed to get laid." The End