The Ex Games 2 (2 page)

“I knew you were ready for me.” His voice carried up to me as his tongue licked me. He gently sucked on my clit and I squirmed beneath him, wanting to feel his tongue inside of me. He continued his light licking with the tip of his tongue and allowed his stubble to graze gently against me.

“Oh, Brandon.” I cried out as his tongue slowly entered me. I trembled beneath him and wrapped my legs around his neck so I could feel all of his face against my pussy. My fingers gripped his shoulder as my body built up to an orgasm. I closed my eyes in sweet anticipation as I felt myself about to explode and then he pulled away from me. “What? What are you doing?” My eyes flew open in disappointment. “Oh, Brandon. You can’t stop!”

“Who’s the tease now?” His eyes laughed down at me and he pulled me up off of the bed. “Now let’s go.”

“I hate you.” I hit him in the shoulder.

“No, you don’t.” He laughed and grabbed my hand. “Let’s go, Katie McHorny.”

“Okay, Brandon McHard.”

We left the apartment with glittering eyes and bodies filled with lust. My body groaned at me in frustration. It wanted a release so bad and it was all I could do to stop myself from dragging him down an alleyway and begging him to fuck me.

“Let’s catch a cab.” Brandon pulled me to the curb and stuck his hand out. We were lucky – a yellow cab pulled over immediately and we scrambled into the backseat. “The Met, please.” Brandon told the driver, who nodded and drove off. Brandon sat back in the seat and looked out the window as I started to squirm. I couldn’t stand that he looked so cool, calm and collected while my body was begging for a release. I closed my eyes to try and stop my body from crying out.

“What’s wrong?” Brandon whispered in my ear with a smirk in his voice. I turned to stare at him and give him a small glare, and I could see his eyes laughing at me.

“Nothing I can’t fix.” I shifted away from him and gave him a small smile.

“What do you mean?” His gaze questioned me and he gasped as he watched me pull my dress up. “You wouldn’t.” His eyes and his voice sounded shocked and I just grinned at him as I closed my eyes and reached my hand in between my legs. My body shuddered as my fingers found my sweet spot and I felt Brandon’s body go still as he watched what I was doing. I leaned my head back and rested it against the headrest and adjusted my position in the seat so I could give myself easier access. I moaned as I gently rubbed myself. I was still wet and my body was happy that it was finally going to get a release.

“What are you doing?” He hissed in my ear and I opened my eyes slowly as I continued playing with myself.

“What does it look like?” I smiled at him and his eyes stared into mine as my body trembled at my own touch. He moved closer to me and his hand met mine and pushed my fingers away, so that it was my hands guiding his fingers up and down on my clit.

“I’m the only one that makes you come.” He whispered into my ear as he increased the pace of his fingers. I didn’t say anything. I was scared that if I opened my mouth I would moan or scream in ecstasy and I didn’t want the cab driver to figure out what was going on. I nearly screamed when he paused and I looked at him in frustration.

“Just a second.” He whispered and I saw him undoing his zipper. “Slide onto my lap.”

“What?” My eyes widened. “Won’t the cab driver notice?”

“It doesn’t matter.” He pulled me onto his lap and kissed my neck. “Oh, Katie. Stop tickling me.”

I looked at him in confusion, but then I realized he was trying to vocalize a reason for being in his lap. “You can’t stop me.” I giggled, and almost groaned out loud as he lifted the back of my dress up and I felt his cock in-between my butt cheeks.

“Move forward a little bit.” He pushed me forward with his hands and lifted my hips up slightly. His hard cock slid into me easily as he sat me back down on him. “You’re going to have to do the work here, Katie.” He groaned in my ears as I started moving back and forth slowly. “Oh shit.” His hands reached up and squeezed my breasts as I moved back and forth on his lap. His fingers squeezed my nipples and I increased my pace. I closed my eyes as we fucked in the backseat and my body shuddered as his fingers went from my breasts to my clit.

“Come for me, Katie.” He whispered against my hair. “I’m going to come soon, but I need you to come for me first.” The feel of his fingers rubbing against me and his cock sliding in and out of me pushed me to the edge, and my fingers dug into his thighs as I climaxed on him. I felt his arms tighten around my waist as his body shuddered and he came inside of me. He kissed my neck as we both sat back and tried to breath. His fingers clasped mine and I leaned my head into his shoulder.

“You guys said you wanted to go to the MOMA right?” The cab driver asked us and we laughed.

“No.” Brandon finally spoke up. “You can just take us back home. Thanks though.”

“I’m sorry we didn’t make it to the museum.” He smiled ruefully as we walked back into the apartment.

“Don’t be.” I tiptoed and kissed him on the lips. “I still had a good night.”

“I think we both had a good night.” He laughed and licked his fingers. “You know I love you, right?” He pushed me back against the wall and stared down at me. “I would never do anything to hurt you. I would never cheat on you.”

“I know.” I nodded breathlessly as I saw the intensity in his eyes.

“Good. As long as we are honest with each other, nothing can break us up. And I will always be honest with you, Katie. Remember, if you ever hear anything bad about me, don’t believe it. Only believe it if it comes from me.”

“Okay,” I felt my heart bursting with love for Brandon and I was about to tell him the truth about my age, when he pulled up my dress. “What are you doing?”

“You don’t think I’m done for the night, do you?” He grinned at me as his fingers found my sweet spot again. I closed my eyes as ecstasy filled me once again and all thoughts of telling him the truth fled my mind.

I shifted in my seat, feeling aroused again as I thought about that second encounter in the apartment. The sex in the cab had been hot and quick, but the sex when we got back to the apartment was slow and sensual. So, so sensual. Brandon’s fingers tapping on my knee awoke me from my memories and I blinked rapidly, trying to focus on where I was.

“So, you don’t have a fiancée?” I looked at him hopefully with my heart in my mouth. Maybe the HR bitch had gotten it wrong. Maybe he was still the decent guy that I knew. Maybe that’s why he had said our phrase. If the words didn’t come from him, it wasn’t true.

“No, Priscilla was right, I do have a fiancée and I was on the phone with her.” His eyes bore into mine with a challenge. I knew what he was thinking:
What are you going to do about it, Katie?
I could feel in my bones that he wanted me to react.

“But,” I shook my head in confusion. “You told me I shouldn’t listen to other people, you told me that if it doesn’t come from you, it’s not true.”

“You shouldn’t listen to other people about me.” He shrugged. “But, I’m here now and I’m telling you, that yes, I have a fiancée.”

“How could you?” I gasped, my heart breaking.

“How could I what?”

“Sleep with me.” I whispered, my eyes wide.

“We didn’t do any sleeping.”

“How could you fuck me when you have a fiancée?” I hissed at him, mad.

He smiled then, a wide mocking smile. His blue eyes looked down at me in disdain. “Men with power, men with money, men like me… We can do what we want, when we want, with whoever we want. I wanted to fuck you.” He picked up a napkin and wiped his hands. “So I did.” He turned away from me then and stood up. “Okay everyone, let’s get back to work.”

I sat there, humiliated, feeling like a slut. Once again he had made me feel cheap, like a piece of meat that a dog had discarded. I listened to him talking, but I didn’t hear the words that were flowing out of his mouth. As I sat there, I felt my body getting hotter and hotter. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to leave. I didn’t care if I got fired, I’d find another job. Nothing else mattered but me leaving the room, right then and there.

I jumped up as Brandon stopped talking and he grabbed my arm as I made to leave the table. “Where are you going?” His eyes were dark as his fingers pinched into my skin.

“I’m leaving.” I pulled my arm away from him. “I’m not going to let you treat me like this.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” He shook his head. “Not until I say you are.”

“You can’t stop me.” I turned around and walked out of the room quickly. I could hear my heart beating like drums at a rock concert as I hurried out. People in the room were whispering and watching me, and I knew they were all wondering what was going on.

“Excuse Katie, everyone. She just got an important call. She’ll be back in a moment.” Brandon spoke up and I looked back at him with a glare. He faked a sympathetic smile and nodded at me. “Take your time, Katie. We’ll be here when you get back.”

“I’m not coming back.” I shot back as I glared at him. I didn’t care who heard me. I was done. He had no right to treat me this way. Let him explain my abrupt departure. I half expected him to follow me out of the room, and I was disappointed when I realized he wasn’t coming. I walked into the elevator and waited for him to rush out of the room and run into the elevator to stop me. Only he didn’t. The doors closed slowly and the ride down seemed to take forever. I pulled my phone out as soon as I walked out to call Meg. I needed to talk to her. I needed someone to remind me what a jerk he was so I wouldn’t burst out crying.

“Hello?” Her voice was breathless, and my heart stopped beating.

“Meg, what’s wrong?”

“I was fired.” She burst into tears. “The law firm laid me off yesterday with no severance. They said that they couldn’t afford to keep me.”

“Oh, that’s horrible.” I leaned against the wall next to the elevator with my heart beating fast. “Can they do that?”

“Yes, I had no contract. I was an employee-at-will.” Her voice broke. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.” She burst into tears again.

“You can just get another job, right?”

“They told me that they won't give me a reference.” She sobbed hysterically. “I’m done, Katie.”

“Oh, Meg.” My heart broke for her, as I knew how happy she had been when she had gotten her law job.

“Thank God you have this position.” She sobbed. “You don’t mind covering the next few months’ rent, do you? I’ll pay you back as soon as I have a new job.”

“Sure.” My heart dropped at her words. How could I quit now? “You don’t even have to ask. You know I will always be here for you.”

“How is everything with you, by the way?” She sighed. “Sorry, I completely forgot to ask if you’d seen Brandon. My mind was caught up in my own issues.”

“It’s fine.” I lied. “I saw him, but for, like, a minute. I don’t even think he recognized me.”

“That’s good, right?” I could hear her blowing her nose. “Hopefully you won’t see him again. Then you can just come back home and forget about him again.”

“Yeah.” My voice was weak as I spoke into the phone. “Everything is going according to plan,” I lied again. Nothing was going according to plan. Nothing at all. I closed my eyes for a moment as I thought about everything that I had been through, everything I had put into action, and my heart broke again. I’d made a big mistake, and once again I was getting burned.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow night, right?” Meg’s voice sounded a bit happier. “I’ll cook pasta and you can help me look for jobs.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I cleared my throat. “But I better go now, I think we’re starting up again.”

“Okay, great. Thanks for cheering me up, I miss you already.”

“You need to get a boyfriend.” I laughed, shaking my head at her words. “You won’t have time to miss me then.”

“I’m working on it.” She giggled. “Bye, Katie.”

“Bye, Meg.” I put the phone back into my pocket and pressed the elevator button again. I walked into the elevator feeling defeated, deflated and devalued. I couldn’t believe that I had to go back to that room and sit next to him. I never wanted to see him again. He had made me feel like a cheap slut once again and I hated him for it. I hated the man he now was. How could he have a fiancée and sleep with me?

The elevator stopped and I walked out, deep in thought. I had only taken two steps when I heard his voice against my ear as he pushed me up against the wall.

“What are you doing?” I struggled against him, trying to stop my racing heart from being so excited at being close to him again.

“I told you, you don’t leave until I say.” His eyes were dark as he looked down at me. His fingers traced the lines of my trembling lips. “Don’t ever walk out on me again.”

“Or what?” I squared my shoulders and looked back at him with fire in my eyes. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

Chapter 2

“So I’m looking for us to make a profit by quarter three.” Brandon’s voice was passionate as he talked about his plans for the company. “That means we’re all going to have a lot of late nights.” He looked around the room, and his eyes fell on me for a brief second before moving on. “Does anyone have any questions?”

“Will we be getting raises anytime soon?” A guy across the table asked seriously and some others nodded.

“Let’s talk about raises when we actually start seeing a profit.” Brandon’s tone was brusque. “Anything else?”

“Excuse me, Mr. Hastings.” Priscilla walked into the room and interrupted the meeting.

“Yes?” He snapped.

“Maria is on the phone again and she says it’s an emergency.”

“Ok.” He nodded and jumped up. “Excuse me, everyone. I’ll be right back.” He walked out of the room, and I sat there in stunned immobility. Had Priscilla just said Maria? It couldn’t be the same Maria, could it? Not the one he was engaged to when he was in college? My heart started racing, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. All my insecurities came flooding back and I wanted to scream and shout. Had he lied to me before? Had he really always been in love with her? I wanted to cry and bury my face in a pillow. Maybe everything I had thought we had was false. What if I had just been someone to pass the time while he tried to forget about his true love, Maria?