Trust Game (5 page)

Everett

Reese is driving me utterly insane. Spending this kind of time with her, unable to touch her curvy body the way I’m craving is torturous. I need her to trust me, but I believe a more light-hearted approach might be necessary.

“I think we need to play a game to get to know each ot
her better,” I say with a playful grin as we take a seat on her couch.

H
er brow furrows. “Is this going to be like the one at the restaurant?”

“Sort of. Would you get a paper and pen please?”

She shakes her head and gets up, but humor and interest is etched all over her pretty face.

Taking the paper from her, I tear it into strips and begin writing sexual acts and other things of a sexual nature on them.

“You’re taking forever, and the curiosity is killing me,” she says.

“Hey, we can skip this and
go to your bedroom if you’d like.” I glance over at her about the time she’s chugging her beer.

“Want another?” she asks.

“I thought you shouldn’t drink any more tonight.”

“I
have a strong suspicion it’s needed for whatever you’re doing there.” She’s circling her pointed finger toward the strips of paper I haven’t allowed her to peek at.

“Sure, I’ll tak
e another.” I finish and when she returns, I trade her for the beer. “Look through these. We’re going to take turns reading off a question, and we lose an article of clothing for each that we haven’t done.”

“That will not be fair. I will be naked in only a few turns.”

“I thought you’ve had your fair share of experiences, Reese.”

She huffs and begins reading
through them.

“If there is anything you’d like to add, feel free,” I say as I lay the pen and blank strips near her. I watch her
gasp and eyes grow rounder as goes through them, but she makes great effort to appear unscathed by the task.

“Hmm …” Picking
up the pen, Reese begins scribbling.

Damn, am I ever
curious over what she’s writing.

“OK, I’m finished, but I should get t
o put my panties back on since clearly you will have the advantage in this game. Did you even write anything down that you haven’t done?”

Oh, her attitude gets me worked up
.

“Yes,
I put some things I haven’t tried. Why don’t one of us draw, but we’ll both answer. That way we’ll learn more about each other.”

She takes a
breath and dramatically drops her shoulders during the exhale. “Fine, but I’m putting my panties back on first.” Padding across the room, she seems a bit tipsy. I shuffle the papers and take a lengthy drink of my beer.

I’ve never done anything like this before, but one of
my reasons for a no strings attached arrangement with Reese is for the opportunity to be adventurous.

I don’
t want to scout bars for one night stands, and most women won’t do the things I want the night they meet me, anyway.

“Ladies first,”
I say as she takes a seat.

“P
lease let me get an easy one,” she mumbles. Dragging her bottom lip through her teeth, she grabs from the stack. “Easy peasy.”

“Have you ever had sex in the sho
wer? Why yes, I have.” She says this as if I should be impressed. She is so losing her clothes quickly.

“
So have I.” I grab a slip of paper. “Have you ever fucked in a public restroom? Yes, I’ve done that, too.”

Reese
scowls. “Why did you write fucked on that one but not on the shower question?”

I shrug my shoulders. “Bathrooms are dirtier. It fit. Better get used
to the word, and what are you really mad about? Haven’t done it?” I ask teasingly.

“No. I haven’t.” She sighs and pulls her sweater over her head.
Dammit
, I better get to touch her once she’s naked. Her tits are set high and barely covered in her lace bra.

“Have you ever
kissed someone of the same sex?” she asks.

I’m now scowling.
“You wrote that question knowing damn well I probably haven’t. And to think I tried to give you the advantage on a few. That’s OK since I’m sure you’re about to strip an article of clothing, too.”

She giggles, and I realize it’s the first time I’ve heard her laugh. Reese has worn this serious barrier every second I’ve been aro
und her, so we’re making progress, and it’s the sweetest sound.

“
I have never kissed a man.” After unbuttoning my shirt, I toss it to the floor. Reese watches me the entire time, scanning my chest and abs. I’m about to cross this couch and pounce on her. “What are you waiting for, fancy face? Take something off.”

A
smile of satisfaction spreads to her cute little ears.

“I’ve kissed a woman
.”

“Damn, you’re sharing
this story.” To say I’m surprised is an understatement.

“
Three words you will hear a lot; back in college …”

Holding my hand up
, I bend my fingers down toward my palm a few times as if I’m signaling her to come to me. “No, I want details.”

“
Not now.”

“Did you use your tongue?”

She rolls her eyes. “Yes, can we continue?”

“Damn,
I’ve seen two girls kiss, but to watch you do it would be much more exciting.” I grab a slip of paper. “Have you performed sixty-nine? Yes I have.”

“I
haven’t,” she says shyly before glancing away.

“Reese, I was sparing you on
that one. You told me over dinner that you’ve lived with a man. How have you never done it?”

“No one ever
asked me to.”

“H
ave you ever wanted to try it?” I ask, my gaze piercing her as the image of us doing just that skyrockets my urge to be with her.

Her face turns beet red
. “Maybe.” Standing, she shimmies out of her jeans.

Holy fuck.
I take in every curve of her waist, hips and thighs, my gaze continuing to her pretty feet and toes.

“Look, I’m not a size eight, so sorry if I disappoint.”

“Reese, your body is beautiful. There is something there to admire … flesh that I’d like nothing more than to grab hold of.” Her insecurities are in the forefront as she curls her legs up against her side on the couch, her feet tucking under her ass.

“Please don’t hide your body from me. It’s amazing
.”

Her response being only a frown, she picks up another slip of paper.
“Have you ever had anal sex? Uh, that would be a no.” She never makes eye contact as she leans over the table and picks up her beer.

“I haven’t, either.”

Her eyes dart to me, a sense of relief flooding them.

“Really?”

“No, Reese. No one I’ve been with would’ve tried it. It doesn’t mean I don’t want to.”

“
Oh,” she says before I lose her gaze again. Standing, I strip off my jeans, leaving only my boxer briefs. I can’t help but smirk as she attempts to observe without me noticing.

“I’m waiting,” I say as I take a s
eat back on the couch. Quickening breaths leave her open mouth as she unhooks her bra in the front and tosses it to the floor. Her knees pull up in front of her after, and I’m not havin’ that.

“You’re not playing fair,
covering yourself up that much.” I get another eye roll before she turns to face me, stretching her legs out in front of her. “
Son of a bitch
.”

“Wha
t’s wrong?” she asks anxiously.

“Y
ou better let me touch you when this is over. I’m dying over here.”

She lowers her head
and snickers. Hurriedly, I grab a slip of paper. This is the one that should get us to our birthday suits. “Have you ever participated in a threesome? No, I haven’t.” I stand again and strip off my boxers. Starting at my feet, her eyes work their way up and stop at my erection.

“
Son of a bitch
,” she says.

“What’s wrong, Reese?”
I’m grinning as I brazenly stand before her.

“You better let me touch you when this is ove
r. I’m dying over here.” Half a minute passes before her gaze finally lifts to mine, bringing ten shades of red with it. “Um, I’ve
sort of
had a threesome. One more beer, and I would’ve gone through with it.”

“No way. You have to share this story.”

She sighs before nibbling on her lip.

“Back in college,” she says with a giggle, “
I was pretty drunk and spending time with this cool guy at a frat party. This girl, who swung both ways and had a few classes with me, came over and started chatting it up.

“She was drunk, too, and prop
ositioned us. The guy got super excited and was all for it. I wasn’t interested in her, but I was afraid they’d go off together, and it made me jealous, so I agreed.” She scrunches her forehead. “I don’t want to tell the rest.”

“I’m stripped down naked in front of you. You shouldn’t be embarrassed at this point.”

She sighs even louder. “We found a bedroom upstairs and the three of us sat on the bed. He started kissing me, which I was glad it was me and not her, but then she started touching my chest.

“Before I knew it, she had my shirt off, and at this point the guy backed away, only wanting to watch
the two of us. We began kissing, and I didn’t want to be with her, so I grabbed my shirt and fled the scene. I imagine he would’ve joined back in, but I panicked.”

“Another beer and you wouldn’t have?”

“I believe I would’ve gone through with all of it.”

“Do you
regret what you did?”

“
I wasn’t attracted to her, so I shouldn’t have agreed to do it. That’s all I regret.”

“
So, if you found a woman attractive, would you participate now?”

“I’ve never had a desire to be with
a woman, but I could see possibly enjoying it, from strictly a sexual standpoint. I doubt I could get the courage though.”

“Thanks for sharing, and since you took that like a champ, I’ll let you keep those panties on for a few more minutes, even though I don’t count that as a threesome.” I wink at her
.

“I can’t believe I shared that with you. I’ve never told anyone that story.” Leaning over, she picks up another strip of paper. “Have I ever been tied up?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“I haven’t, either,” I say with a chuckle.

Rolling her eyes and getting to her feet, she slowly slips off her black panties. Her eyes are inviting and eager, so I’m up fast, moving toward her and closing the few feet between us.

My han
ds run down her bare arms, inciting a visible shiver. “See, I’m harmless. I haven’t done much more than you.”

“We didn’t get through all the questions.”

“The rest are no’s, but I want more than anything to make some of them yeses with you.” Her hypnotic green eyes transcend all others in beauty.

“Don’t
over think this, Reese. We’re adults who are attracted to each other. There’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing. Trust me.”

Reese

His gaze is a volcano of scorching passion, bubbling … waiting. And I believe he couldn’t stop it from erupting if he tried.

R
eaching out my hand, I take hold of his and bring it to my mouth to kiss before I pull him behind me to the hallway.

Every nerve
ending in my body has been called to attention, waiting to orchestrate the signals of pleasure, and I have no doubt that Everett Casteel knows how to give it.

I hear the
door close behind me. I’m paralyzed, unsure of what to do next. His sizzling breath suns my neck as his hands glide around my waist, sliding along my stomach, my body flinching as the tingling sensations dance under my skin.

“
Please, Reese, let me bury myself deep inside you,” he whispers before my hair is pushed over one shoulder, his lips crawling along the other. The pleasure has me leaning my head over, luring him in.

“I’m–I’m on the pill
, so … I mean, only if you’re comfortable with it since we’ve been pretty exclusive with people, you don’t have to use a condom.”

His growl drums against my ear as his straining cock shoves against my ass. “Fuck, I’ve never desired a woman to this depth. I feel like a kid in a toy store
, unsure of which aisle to run to. There are countless experiences I want share with you.”

Hands slide up to my breasts, fingers languidly circling and kneading
, the pleasure seeping through my pores, spreading–coursing–rushing until I’m wet with need.

Everett s
coops me up and carries me to the bed before laying me in the center of it. He straddles my legs, and I get another look at his virile body, rock-hard and chiseled in all the right places.

A
tattoo with the word “trust” sits under his left pectoral, the letters rippling over the contoured slab of exquisite form. His mouth is soon skirting down my neck until it’s over my nipple, tongue tauntingly flicking.

Every urgent breath carries with it my whimpers
as fingers drag along his iron abs until they hit the large tip of his cock, arousal wetting my fingertips.

G
roaning, Everett alternates between sucking and tugging on my stiff nipples. He’s ravenous as my hand strokes him, getting him harder and thicker, and I want to feel him moving inside of me. His eyes suddenly shoot up.

“You need to stop, Reese. It’s been a long time for me. I want to pleasure you first, and I’ll never make it if you keep that up.”

“I don’t want to wait. We’ll have more opportunities. Please, fuck me now.”

“
You’re always going to do the opposite of what I say, aren’t you?”

“Fuck. Me. Now,” I reply
with a smirk.

“No. If you’re not letting me have a taste, I’m at least touching you. You’re coming before me, one way or another, you stubb
orn woman.”

Shifting
next to me, his fingers are promptly inside and wasting no time. He’s moving in rhythm, pushing me toward orgasm. Moans fill the room as my lungs work overtime to keep up.

Everett latches onto my
nipple, sucking and pulling upward at the same time before releasing it abruptly. He repeats this several times, each driving me mad, the pleasure a mixture of art and agony until I can’t take it anymore.

“Everett, I’m … going to come.”

“Unravel around my fingers, baby. Let me feel all of it. The visual alone is magnificent.”

His command breaks me apart, shattering my hold, leaving me writhing against
his fingers. He’s unrelenting, never letting up until I’ve completely traveled the full length of ecstasy.

Settling between my legs, he plunges into me and stills, his forehead dropping toward my chest.

“
Dammit,
Reese
, you shouldn’t feel this good. I’m not going to get you to another orgasm. I’ll never make it. Seeing you come about did me in, but feeling your wet, warm pussy tight around me is too much.”

He begins to move
, his mouth covering mine, tongues tangling sensually, methodically. Everett’s trying to make this last, and I’ve never in my life felt this wanted, but it’s the need he exhibits that is profound and exhilarating. It’s as if I’m the only one who can fill it.

I pull
my lips away, still scrambling for air as every slow and steady rake across my sensitive flesh brings me closer again. He’s gazing at me, his blue eyes transfixed as he picks up speed.

“
Everett, it’s happening again,” I say with a strengthening moan, the pleasure undeniable, gripping me to the core.

One of his hands grab
s hold of a slat of wood to my headboard. “I know. I fucking feel it.” Pulling back, he thrusts into me, burying as deep as possible.

My nails dig into the solid planes of his back, and my muscles cling to his long, pulsating length
as our orgasms collide, drawing out his release.

He grasps my hair with his f
ree hand and clutches it–owning whatever he can of the moment as it tries to swallow us up. 

E
yes clenching shut, jaw muscles tensing, and a growl from deep within keep my eyes glued to him and all his glorious muscles at work, even as the undulating spasms consume me.

***

My hand slams down onto the alarm clock
, and I instantly think of Everett, along with feeling the effects of little sleep, a few too many drinks, and the best sex of my life.

Rolling over to face him,
something crunches beneath me. I notice he’s not in bed as I pull a piece of paper out from under me.

Reese,

I hated leaving you, but I forgot about a meet
ing I have this morning with the shop guys. Thank you for a great night, and I’ll see you at work. Don’t eat breakfast.

          
     Everett