A Frustrating Game

I spent all night flirting, trying to win him back, and at 4:30 in the morning, I got my chance.

I drove an hour fussing with my wet hair trying to make sure I looked amazing to show up for the game. We were just playing Risk, but I knew when I got the phone call that Ryan wanted more than an innocent game. In my tallest heels with my shortest red skirt on, and with a corseted cameo under a wrap shirt that tied just under my bust, I felt like a million dollars. I have always been accused of using my cleavage as a secret weapon to distract other gamers, and sometimes people didn’t know how true that statement is. I got to the game shop but still had a half a cigarette in my black cigarette holder, so I stopped short of the door. By the time I was done, four people were standing around me and the door was being held open for me. I miss gamer guys, they’re all so nice.

The first game went well for me, I was able to get a strong foothold in Asia/Australia and was able to push the other three players out. I was accused of cheating, but no one was going to admit that the only reason they weren’t paying attention was because my cleavage was distracting. I had even worn a lotion with just a hint of shimmer to it. Ryan and I had always had some tension between us, but after I left town for college, we hadn’t talked much up until this last month or so when our paths crossed again.

He called me to join a Risk game he wanted to play, but had hinted at more. Once I was there, he made sure we sat together at the table and always had at least one hand resting on my leg. After the game at the shop had finished the other two players demanded a rematch, but the game shop was closing. Ryan suggested that we play at his house, and pulled me aside and said that he and I should team up and kick their ass quickly and maybe find something else to amuse ourselves for the rest of the night. I thought this sounded wonderful- if it’s not obvious by the “fuck me” outfit, I think Ryan is incredibly attractive. We had come within inches of hooking up before, but my ex (whose pool we were in) came home. We had barely had enough time to get dressed before he came outside.

The second game that we played went perfectly, and by midnight, the game was over. Ryan and I had been flirting a lot and making plans to watch a movie once everyone left. The only problem was that Wally, one of the players, wouldn’t leave. I tried every trick that I knew to turn Ryan on while he was being talked at by Wally for four hours. Finally at 4:40 in the morning Ryan stood up and announced that he was going to pass out, and told Wally that he needed to leave. I guess I didn’t notice that Wally had been ignoring the fact that I had been flirting with Ryan and thought that I was sweet on him- don’t ask me how. Regardless of anything else, or how angry I was that he wore Ryan out with his useless (but needy, his girlfriend just dumped him) conversation. Ryan had gone to bed already when I finally shut the door behind Wally.

I walked up the stairs hoping with all of my being that he hadn’t passed out yet, so that at least I could cuddle with him if nothing else. He moved over and held me close but fell asleep all too quickly. I fell asleep for a little while, but woke up to something hard pressing in my back. I rolled over, and he rolled onto his back reflexively and it was rather obvious that he was completely hard, straining against the fabric of his pajama bottoms. I went from sleepy to excited in zero seconds flat. I pulled his pants down to expose his beautiful member and grasped it. I didn’t know how reflexive the instincts for sex were in a man, but it was amusing that he started gently thrusting without waking up at all. I quickly stripped the rest of the way down, crawled to the bottom half of the bed, straddled his legs, and started gently licking his member.

This brought a rather delighted, albeit sleepy, moan out of him, and I started working more quickly. I couldn’t handle his entire length- my gag reflex would get the best of me if I tried, but I have learned to compensate for that. I looked up, and he was still sleeping, but he had starting moving and moaning a bit more rapidly. Suddenly he grabbed my hair, hard, and pulled me up to his face. “And what do you think you’re doing?” he said in a sleepy but firm voice.

“I only wanted to help you out- you were so hard that my back might be bruised” I replied then pressed my hips into his, feeling his penis go right between my legs, just missing the mark. In response, he forced my hips up, resituated, and entered me without warning. I gasped, then smiled, I hadn’t been laid since I broke up with my current ex and the sensation was quite astounding. He was noticeably larger than my ex was, and after two years of just one penis, my body had gotten used to it. The sweet pain surged through my body, being replaced by waves of pleasure. I tried to sit up to ride him properly, and he caught my long hair and pulled me back towards him. He grabbed my left breast while his tongue found my right nipple, then he bit it, rather hard. I cried out and he stopped, only to switch sides and this time he gently licked my nipple then sucked it gently, his other hand grabbing my ass and pulling me forward, then down, harder, then harder again, setting the pace fast and rough.

I was trying not to arch my back, for every time I did, he pulled me back down by my hair, and fighting the body’s natural response to pleasure proved difficult. I was starting to find the best way to do it, when I got shoved off of him, falling on my face on another part of the bed. He grabbed my wrists behind my back, grabbed a belt, and cinched it around them a few times before fastening it way too tight. I cried out, and got smacked on the ass, hard, and told to be quiet. I had meant to have some fun with him, but this was starting to leave my realm of experience. I didn’t like being in control, I have always been the more dominant one in a relationship, but I didn’t have a choice with Ryan. He pulled my hips up, forcing my face to press even harder onto the bed, and penetrated me from behind. I found that I couldn’t make a sound being forced into the bed that hard, and when he started thrusting I had to time my breathing so that I didn’t try to inhale blankets…

I tried to fight, I let my knees straighten, but he just held me up by my hips, which hurt worse than being held on my own power. I tried to get a shoulder under me, which I did, tucked forward, and was able to roll away from him and onto my back. He smacked me across the face and smiled devilishly. “This is what you get for teasing me all day”. I tried to fight, but he caught my ankles, and forced them onto the bed behind my head. “Don’t look so surprised- you know you like it. Ask for it. No, beg.”

I couldn’t believe his nerve! But it was new and interesting to be so out of control. Now that he was out of me, tracing his wet dick around and around, but not penetrating, I found myself going crazy. My arms hurt, my hips hurt, my neck hurt… but I still wanted more. “Please finish, please?” was all I could muster. He slowly entered me again, gently this time. I could feel every muscle in my body straining for more- I was on the twitching cusp of an orgasm. He started speeding up, and then kissed me. I was so surprised by the kiss that I almost bit him. He kissed me hard, pushing his tongue far into my mouth, making me catch my breath in gasps. Finally I could feel the orgasm hit, threw my head back and held my breath. He seemed to understand the gesture, and started riding further forward and hitting harder and faster. I came in a big way, with my body convulsing, my hands straining at the belt and finally I gasped, and felt the full force of the orgasm as oxygen returned to my bloodstream and carried it all over my body. I could feel him shaking and sweating, then felt the signature twitch in the shaft of his penis which meant he was about to go, I pulled my legs away from his grasp, wrapped them around his waist, and pushed him even deeper into me just as he came, and he fell forward onto me.

He flipped me over and unfastened the belt- my hands were red and hurt, and my wrists were raw from the strain. He laid gently on his side next to me, and turned me onto my back. He pulled one of my hands up to examine the damage, and gently kissed the raw skin of my wrist. I fell asleep to his gentle, cool kisses on my leather-burnt wrists. I woke up when he rolled over, the heat of our bodies becoming too great, he put some space between us. The clock said 7:30, I hadn’t been asleep long, but I had class at 9:30 and I was still an hour’s drive away. I got up slowly and dressed in my clothes from the night before. I looked like a wrinkled mess, and my red hair was wavy and pushed up in all the wrong ways. I pulled it into a clip from my purse quickly and started to leave. “Sneaking out while I’m asleep? Eh?” I looked back.

“I have to go to class” I said, finding my keys in my purse as if to prove that I was really leaving. He snapped and pointed to the floor next to where he was on the bed. I walked over. He caught my arm and slowly pulled me to him, he kissed me softly, then whispered “I’ll see you again”. I left quickly, my body still shaking and weak. I hope he’s right.