Games with Friends (2 page)

She turned the key
in the lock, but paused for the slightest of moments to listen to the music that was coming from inside. It was that old jazz – not the standard stuff they played at Starbucks these days, but that amazing goodness that only someone who knew what they were doing could play. The music sounded warm though – different, as if those classic old halls could change the way sounds could go into one’s ear. She smiled and pressed open the door, where the music got louder as it was mixed by another sound. The sound made sense when she saw Dominic’s broad back clothed only in his sleeveless undershirt, typing away at an old typewriter. The wind blew slightly and the light outside played around before seeping through the curtains to accent the room.

“So, is this where you pr
actice your
Words with Friends
skills,” she said, staying in her spy voice character to fit everything else around her. “Or are you working on an account and needed to get away?”

She
sauntered over to him and as she got closer, she could see a large stack of papers next to his desk.
Lunch Break at the Chelsea
by Marcel Preston. She picked up the stack of papers and couldn’t believe what she saw. He was the writer of those Romance books she used to fantasize about being in all those years on the subway.

“In here,
I am Marcel Preston” he said, taking sip of scotch and offering her the glass. “I figured you might be able to give me some help in getting through the middle of this book.”

“You’re totally famous,” she said, sitting down on the bed in surprise and part admiration. “Why would you waste your time in the office if you were a famous writer already?
And why wouldn’t you use your real name?”

He finished the last line he was working on and turned around to say something to her,
but couldn’t help seeing up her skirt. Only realizing it after he saw, she kept the same position but didn’t change her facial expression as she wanted to see how he would handle the sudden arousal he must have felt. After all, Amabel spent great time primping and grooming herself, so why be shy around someone who didn’t mind looking? Dominic got up and took the paper off the ream and laid it face down over the rest of the pile. He rubbed his hands over it smooth while looking into Amabel’s eyes, still keeping in his mind at what he just saw and hoped awaited him.

He poured himself and Amabel another
glass of scotch and handed it to her without asking. The music faded out until the sound of record needle could be heard playing over and over again. It was only then that she realized that the music was actually coming from a record player.

“Everything in her
e is so different,” she said, looking around and finding the room void of a computer. “It’s like the other side of the mirror from the office. Why are you there if your books sell so well?”

“I need to be around women
who need romance,” he said, bringing the chair over to the bed, turning it around and leaning his arms over the back. “No other woman needs romance more than a woman who works in an office all day.”

“So you just watch women all day and come back here to write about them?” she said, feeling the tension in her neck release as she noticed how strong and muscular his arms were. “
I’m not sure if I should fire your or pay you more.”

“My books are filled with women in the office
s I work in. I see what’s missing and I try to fill it on these pages. That’s why I brought you up here. Most of the time, I run though women in these books and just mold them into who I want, but for some reason, that’s tough to do with you. I watch you through the day. I watch you move, watch you look for some form of life and passion in there, then see you just turn to your phone and play those games. Don’t you need more than that?”

She did.
In every other part of her life, she was able to dictate the situation and extract exactly what she wanted by telling people what it is they needed to do, but when making love, she wanted the man who was inside her to feel around until he hit the spots that made her cringe with pleasure. Nobody she had met recently had taken the time to do so. Her not answering the question gave that knowledge to Dominic.

“I knew you were something different then the rest of those faceless men who walk by me everyday raising their eyebrows because they’re trying
to steal a look at some part of my body but never have the courage to make it more than a look.  They have no interest in getting to my mind. That’s how you get what’s under this skirt. To get there, really get there, you’re going to need to stimulate all of me. That’s how you get a women to open up.”

“You don’t need to tell me how to get a woman to open up,” he said, motioning to the room full of record player jazz and the last bit
heavy fantasy remaining in an over sterilized city. “Women go to bed every night wishing they could find passion and sex like I create in these novels. I’ve been giving it to them for years.”

“Is that why you lured me here?” she asked
, leaning forward so that their faces were now only inches apart. “Are you trying to put the right piece of me between the pages? How many others have you had up here?”

“Does that matter to you?” he asked.

“It doesn’t really,” she said. “It’s just that a woman wants to feel special is all.”

“It’s been my experience
that a woman just wants to feel.”

He moved
his hands to her thighs, still with the back of the chair separating the rest of their bodies. That piece of wood kept his hands going past the middle of her thighs, which was such a tease, but she loved it. Each object in the room was allowing for Dominic to take his time with his actions.

“You’re going to act strange when we see each other in the office,” she said, letting that last piece of doubt creep in. “I want this place to be the only world which we truly know each other
.”

He stood up
, tossed the chair away, and dropped to his knees, moving in under her skirt until his mouth reached the inside part of her thigh that just moments ago he wasn’t able to reach. He could smell her from down there, and he inhaled all of it, finally being able to look freely. He bit hard on the left, just before the crease that denoted where the leg ended and the rest of her began. She moved back a bit at the shock of the bite, but then sank into it. He moved to the other side and bit just as hard. This time she slung back her head and didn’t let her mind tell the difference between pleasure and pain.

Finally, he moved
his teeth over her two half shells and made the same motion as a bite, but this time just glided his teeth downward. By the time he had finished his motion, she was collecting drips of water. On his way back up, he used the bridge of his nose to open up her canyon even more. The sound of it opening mixed with Amabel’s moans and exhales.

He repeated the up and down
motion with his teeth and tip of his nose a few more times while his hands rubbed up and down her behind, squeezing and allowing his tips to get to the outer layer of her other hole, rubbing the rim just a little bit.

“I want to watch you take off your blouse,” he said, coming up for air. “I’ve kept my imagination from
pushing me to do it, now I’d like to make it real.”

She unbuttoned her blouse
so that it hung up while she took off her bra and let her breasts fall free, causing Dominic to push her higher up to the bed, where he buried himself in her breasts while keeping his hands moving around both of her holes. Amabel couldn’t hold the thought of one spot of pleasure and each of them shook with their own special orgasms – some spilling down, some stimulating from deep within.

Amabel used her free hands to take off his
undershirt and started rubbing her now soaking lips over his tight abs, sending drips into their canyons. Unbuckling his pants, she sent them flying across the room as she grabbed his incredible thick and righteously long hotness and wrapped both her hands around it, feeling every inch to make sure it was real.

Now she took control and slid on the floor at the side of the bed and pulled his manliness toward her. Most guys would have put their hands on her head and forced the motion, but he just let it hang there,
growing bigger by the minute. She started with a quick taste, then wanted to feel him in yet another hole of hers, so she took as much of it in as she could and moved her lips back up, feeling the heat occupy the sides of her mouth. There was nowhere for the inside revolution of her body to burst out to, so it was like a constant organism with each new part of him that she tasted.

He stood up and looked out the window at the city with her tasting him at her pace, and he opened the curtains a bit so their movements could be part of the echoes of the streets of the city. She stood up and moved in front of him
, offering herself from behind, and crawled up on the bed, giving him a look at herself that he hadn’t seen yet. Dominic grabbed hold of her waist, bent down the small of her back so that her behind shot up and he could enter what she’d been showing off all day. He rubbed his domepiece over her curtains one last time, then moved in while still moving his fingers around her other hole. Still tasting him from before, he was moving inside of her and filling every piece of her.

He needed to see her face, so
he grabbed her waist, turned her around on her back, and laid her down without ever stopping the motion of moving in and out of her.

He had to look down a
t what his pole looked like entering and leaving her perfect trim. She was rubbing her hands on whatever piece of him she could touch, totally out of control and spastic with pleasure and opulence.

He moved closer to her face, looking into her eyes because he wanted to see them when he exploded inside of her. He looked to make sure it was okay, and once he knew, he locked in and let go, matching her imbalance of perfect motion and finishing her. Neither could move. The
light coming through the window was their only blanket while the sounds of a record needle played that last few rotations of music.

“I can’t believe you’ve been hiding here this whole time,” she said. “You’re who I’ve been looking for.”

“No,” he said, grabbing their glass. “The way you’ve been treated here today is what you’ve been looking for. This room right here, this is my room. It’s where I give birth to my characters. I’m expecting you back for future chapters.”

“Love,” she said,
sipping from the glass to calm down the pumping of her body. “I’m expecting sequels.”

Dominic
got up and walked slowly over to the record player, letting Amabel watch his strong physique run up against the light from outside. He flipped the record over and let the music play, then walked over to the bed and held her for a moment as they enjoyed the memory they’d managed to create during the madness of an ordinary day.

             
                                          The End.