The Games We Play
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Erotica › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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7,162
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1
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The Games We Play
A/N: This is one of my purely PWP stories that I thought I’d share. I didn’t use any names cause I couldn’t think of any. This is just a one-shot I don’t foresee this being worth a sequel of any sort. I’m no kind of grammar or punctuation guru so if you see something glaringly wrong let me know and I’ll fix it. Oh and I hope you enjoy and please leave me a review tell me what you think.
The Games We Play
It was a game that she had made up and as she stared at the object warily she hoped that she wouldn’t regret her decision later that night. They each got to bring a toy to the bedroom on Friday night, both had to be used and you couldn’t use the same item twice in a row. Her choice had been a vibrator, small and compact but it worked wonders, she could attest because she had used the item before. His choice had been a riding crop, it lay innocently on the bed but she knew better, she knew what that would be used for and the idea was thrilling and she wasn’t sure it was in a good way. He walked in from the bathroom with just a loose pair of gray sweat pants hanging around his waist. She was so deep in thought, eyes glued on the object, that she never saw or heard him come into the room.
“It’s not going to bite you…” he said with an amused tone and a smirk to his perfect lips.
She startled and laughed internally, ‘I’m supposed to believe that’.
“Hey don’t give me that look you were the one that came up with the rules to this game,” He was never remised in reminding her about that tidbit of information. She should have been more specific with those rules.
“Yea I know but…” She conceded and was fully prepared to wheedle her way out of this choice of toy.
“No buts you know the game as well as I. I get to use this fair and square, you’re not talking me out of it besides, I promise you’ll like it.” He replied as he brought her into his arms and looked her straight in the eye.
Had she forgot to mention that her wheedling had never worked?
“Ok,” she sighed in concession.
He kissed her deeply but briefly let her go and gave her a bright smile. The same smile that always left her breathless and weak in the knees.
“That’s the reason I love you.”
“Because I’m a push over?” She asked with a questioning look on her face.
“Yea basically,” he answered flippantly and they both had a brief bout of laughter. This time she pulled herself up to bring her lips to his and gave him a short kiss, several kisses. He was pleased with the fact that her hands had been moved from around his neck to roaming the expanse of his bare back, as they both tasted each other.
Her fingertips ran sensual patterns on his skin sending maddeningly delightful shivers down his spine and he could feel the response in his groin. That combined with her soft full lips on his and their tongue doing a lazy battle in her mouth was wonderful. His hands lay on her cloth-covered cheeks kneading them slowly but loving the globes in his hands, soft and malleable. He broke their kiss to guide her towards the bed. She sat heavily upon the mattress and he raised an inquisitive eyebrow in silent questions as her hands instantly went for the cleavage of her breast. She pulled out the small toy that she had stored in her cleavage, placed it beside the riding crop on the edge of the bed and his eyes were filled with mirth at the sight.
He pulled down the loose sweats and stepped out of them kicking them to the side. She was unsurprised that he didn’t have anything under them and was instantly rewarded with the sight of his semi hard length. There was no hesitation in her motion as her hands went right for the appendage and started in hard and fast, stroking his cock in long firm movements. Startled he gave a grunt at the first wave of intense pleasure then moaned at the steady actions of her hands. His sounds sent tingles to her groin making her warm and moist. She could never resist tasting him if even for a brief moment and leaned in to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock and took it into her mouth, eliciting delicious sounds from the back of his throat. He had to pull himself back down because if she continued at this pace they would never even get to the toys and he really wanted to try this one. He playfully smacked her hands away from him and looked at the lovely dark lust filled eyes that had been so concentrated on pleasuring him and bent down to engage her in another deep kiss that was all passion and tongue.
“Turn around and get on your knees.” He said after catching his breath from the kiss.
She obeyed him with a silent pout on her face but he ignored it. He pulled down the cotton of her panties almost reverently and she lifted her legs to discard of them the rest of the way. He smoothed one hand over the smooth expanse of her globes and kneaded them once or twice before picking up the riding crop and taking a few practice swings on his hand to test it out. The first swing was gentle but unexpected, she jumped and let a small noise of surprise escape from her lips. He repeated the action a few times before the chocolate of her skin was a rosy red color and her skin gave off extra heat.
He rubbed her cheeks soothingly then kissed and licked them lightly almost as if in apology. She cooed at the soothing touches revealing in the contrast of pleasure mixed with pain. He gave her cheeks one more gentle rub before applying the riding crop again to her chocolate rear. His strikes were firmer than before but still not enough force to actually hurt her. It took fewer strokes for her skin to turn the rosy color of heat. He kissed, licked and rubbed the globes again and revealed in her sounds of pleasure before repeating the process once again.
He got behind her on his knees rubbing his stiff cock against her wet pussy before slowly entering her. The low moan that he emitted with each inch that he gained was deep in his throat. Once fully in, there was a shared shiver of bliss that ran through them and she rocked her hips against his pelvis and he started to pull back. He thrust his cock in hard and fast then pulled out slowly once more only to snap his hips forward again. He continued his rhythm of hard thrusts and with a slow pull backwards and reached up to fondle her hanging breasts. Right before he was going to thrust in she pushed her hips backward to met his pelvis and grind on his cock with small movements and they both moaned at the sensation.
“Take me, no more games,” she said to him looking over her shoulder and in reply he began thrusting, his rhythm hard and fast.
As their sounds of pleasure grew the rhythm became sporadic at best, then he stilled and she could feel the warmth of his cum spread inside of her. He leaned over her back briefly before pulling them both down to lie on the bed. They were both breathing harshly and she began to pet his waning erection as if in fascination.
“You know I still get my turn tomorrow, we never got to my toy.” She said with a grin.
“Thought you’d forget about that,” he returned pulling her closer to talk in her ear.
“Not on your life, you’re all mine.”
“I think I can handle that,” he answered before kissing her on the cheek as they both said goodnight to each other, visions of tomorrow’s game in their dreams.
The Games We Play
It was a game that she had made up and as she stared at the object warily she hoped that she wouldn’t regret her decision later that night. They each got to bring a toy to the bedroom on Friday night, both had to be used and you couldn’t use the same item twice in a row. Her choice had been a vibrator, small and compact but it worked wonders, she could attest because she had used the item before. His choice had been a riding crop, it lay innocently on the bed but she knew better, she knew what that would be used for and the idea was thrilling and she wasn’t sure it was in a good way. He walked in from the bathroom with just a loose pair of gray sweat pants hanging around his waist. She was so deep in thought, eyes glued on the object, that she never saw or heard him come into the room.
“It’s not going to bite you…” he said with an amused tone and a smirk to his perfect lips.
She startled and laughed internally, ‘I’m supposed to believe that’.
“Hey don’t give me that look you were the one that came up with the rules to this game,” He was never remised in reminding her about that tidbit of information. She should have been more specific with those rules.
“Yea I know but…” She conceded and was fully prepared to wheedle her way out of this choice of toy.
“No buts you know the game as well as I. I get to use this fair and square, you’re not talking me out of it besides, I promise you’ll like it.” He replied as he brought her into his arms and looked her straight in the eye.
Had she forgot to mention that her wheedling had never worked?
“Ok,” she sighed in concession.
He kissed her deeply but briefly let her go and gave her a bright smile. The same smile that always left her breathless and weak in the knees.
“That’s the reason I love you.”
“Because I’m a push over?” She asked with a questioning look on her face.
“Yea basically,” he answered flippantly and they both had a brief bout of laughter. This time she pulled herself up to bring her lips to his and gave him a short kiss, several kisses. He was pleased with the fact that her hands had been moved from around his neck to roaming the expanse of his bare back, as they both tasted each other.
Her fingertips ran sensual patterns on his skin sending maddeningly delightful shivers down his spine and he could feel the response in his groin. That combined with her soft full lips on his and their tongue doing a lazy battle in her mouth was wonderful. His hands lay on her cloth-covered cheeks kneading them slowly but loving the globes in his hands, soft and malleable. He broke their kiss to guide her towards the bed. She sat heavily upon the mattress and he raised an inquisitive eyebrow in silent questions as her hands instantly went for the cleavage of her breast. She pulled out the small toy that she had stored in her cleavage, placed it beside the riding crop on the edge of the bed and his eyes were filled with mirth at the sight.
He pulled down the loose sweats and stepped out of them kicking them to the side. She was unsurprised that he didn’t have anything under them and was instantly rewarded with the sight of his semi hard length. There was no hesitation in her motion as her hands went right for the appendage and started in hard and fast, stroking his cock in long firm movements. Startled he gave a grunt at the first wave of intense pleasure then moaned at the steady actions of her hands. His sounds sent tingles to her groin making her warm and moist. She could never resist tasting him if even for a brief moment and leaned in to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock and took it into her mouth, eliciting delicious sounds from the back of his throat. He had to pull himself back down because if she continued at this pace they would never even get to the toys and he really wanted to try this one. He playfully smacked her hands away from him and looked at the lovely dark lust filled eyes that had been so concentrated on pleasuring him and bent down to engage her in another deep kiss that was all passion and tongue.
“Turn around and get on your knees.” He said after catching his breath from the kiss.
She obeyed him with a silent pout on her face but he ignored it. He pulled down the cotton of her panties almost reverently and she lifted her legs to discard of them the rest of the way. He smoothed one hand over the smooth expanse of her globes and kneaded them once or twice before picking up the riding crop and taking a few practice swings on his hand to test it out. The first swing was gentle but unexpected, she jumped and let a small noise of surprise escape from her lips. He repeated the action a few times before the chocolate of her skin was a rosy red color and her skin gave off extra heat.
He rubbed her cheeks soothingly then kissed and licked them lightly almost as if in apology. She cooed at the soothing touches revealing in the contrast of pleasure mixed with pain. He gave her cheeks one more gentle rub before applying the riding crop again to her chocolate rear. His strikes were firmer than before but still not enough force to actually hurt her. It took fewer strokes for her skin to turn the rosy color of heat. He kissed, licked and rubbed the globes again and revealed in her sounds of pleasure before repeating the process once again.
He got behind her on his knees rubbing his stiff cock against her wet pussy before slowly entering her. The low moan that he emitted with each inch that he gained was deep in his throat. Once fully in, there was a shared shiver of bliss that ran through them and she rocked her hips against his pelvis and he started to pull back. He thrust his cock in hard and fast then pulled out slowly once more only to snap his hips forward again. He continued his rhythm of hard thrusts and with a slow pull backwards and reached up to fondle her hanging breasts. Right before he was going to thrust in she pushed her hips backward to met his pelvis and grind on his cock with small movements and they both moaned at the sensation.
“Take me, no more games,” she said to him looking over her shoulder and in reply he began thrusting, his rhythm hard and fast.
As their sounds of pleasure grew the rhythm became sporadic at best, then he stilled and she could feel the warmth of his cum spread inside of her. He leaned over her back briefly before pulling them both down to lie on the bed. They were both breathing harshly and she began to pet his waning erection as if in fascination.
“You know I still get my turn tomorrow, we never got to my toy.” She said with a grin.
“Thought you’d forget about that,” he returned pulling her closer to talk in her ear.
“Not on your life, you’re all mine.”
“I think I can handle that,” he answered before kissing her on the cheek as they both said goodnight to each other, visions of tomorrow’s game in their dreams.