Page 16 of Wicked Games We Play

Shit.Think, Lily think. I typed out and deleted four different responses, realizing that not a single one of them was sexy. God, maybe I couldn’t do this.

Noah: I’d rather feel your skin against my cock, Flower.

I gulped, trying to come up with a response, but nothing came to me. So I did the only thing I knew would be the next best thing. It was a move I had already played, but I had nothing better in my arsenal. Switching the phone to video mode, I sat it down on the couch, not clicking record but having it open and ready to go. Quickly unbuttoning my denim shorts and sliding the zipper down, I slid my hand down into my panties and began working my clit in the rhythm I knew would get me to my climax quickly. I had spent years exploring my body on nights that my ex would fall asleep beside me, exhausted from a long day of working in the sun, and I knew exactly how to play with myself to get to the point of bliss efficiently. Whether that was a positive thing or a negative, I had yet to decide, but truthfully, I refused to label it.

Knowing I was close, I grabbed my phone, hovering the back camera over my lower half so that only my wrist and the movements of me touching myself showed, purposely not showing anything north of my waistline. Shifting my thumb awkwardly, I hit record and continued to work my clit, extracting moans from my lips as I did so. With my eyes closed, I envisioned Noah standing in front of me, his eyes turning dark while he watched me. The idea of him watching pushed me over the edge, my orgasm ripping through me hard and fast as I panted, moaning his name the way he had told me to the last time I got myself off for him. I stopped recording and tossed my phone aside, allowing myself to ride the high as I lazily continued to circle my clit until the stimulation became too much.

Picking up my phone again, I sent the video to him, feeling slightly embarrassed and not wanting to watch it back first, in fear of chickening out.

Deciding not to wait around for his response, I stood from the couch while buttoning my shorts and headed into the kitchen to peruse the various takeout menus I had stashed in the junk drawer. With Jordan at his dads this weekend, I had no reason to cook, and the time had escaped me. Now, takeout seemed like the easiest thing. Maybe I would even get it delivered.

Settling on Thai food, I called in my order, deciding on my entrée as the phone rang. While I waited on hold, an incoming message notification sounded. My heart rate increased, but I forced myself to ignore it until after I had ordered my meal. Once the man at the restaurant had told me my total and estimated delivery time, I ended the call and clicked on my new message, my heart skipping a beat as I read it.

Noah: I consider myself to be a patient man, but I’m not sure how much longer I can wait. You are mine, Lily.

I sat my phone on the kitchen counter before retreating to my en suite bathroom to draw a bath for myself. My food wouldn’t be here for another hour, one drawback to ordering take out on a Friday night regardless of how late it was, and I figured I deserved a little screen-free relaxing.

As the tub filled with steaming hot water, I sank myself into its depths and let the water envelop me into its welcoming embrace. Leaning my head against the porcelain backing, I tried my best to let my mind go numb, but couldn’t stray away from thoughts of the man who was so adamant to make me his.

CHAPTERNINE

“You can’t keep using your body as a weapon against me,” I hissed, as Lily straddled me on my worn down gray sectional, pressing me back into the soft cushions. Our evening had gone off without a hitch as we stuffed ourselves with food from one of the best Italian restaurants in the city. I had waited years to take Lily out on a date, but when she told me she would rather stay in, I was elated. The idea of uninterrupted one-on-one time with her was everything I could hope for, plus there was no chance of running into someone I didn’t want to see which, in my line of work, was a long list.

I groaned as she pushed herself down onto me, her skirt riding up her milky thighs. My knuckles turned white as I gripped her legs tightly, loving the softness of our skin on skin.

When Lily first walked into my house, nervous energy radiated off of her. It was the first time we had been in one of our personal spaces, and it felt… intimate.Real. Like a fucking dream. I couldn’t wait to sink myself into her and finally worship her body. Show her what she meant to me. Our games were fun, but I was growing incredibly frustrated that we kept dancing around the inevitable, and the never-ending case of blue balls was wearing me down. Even after I fucked my hand and came harder than I ever had after she sent me that video last night, it wasn’t the same.

I wanted her. All of her.

“Why, you don’t want me?” she sassed, and I straight up laughed in her face. This woman was so intelligent but could be so incredibly clueless. Or maybe she just acted clueless as some sort of barrier to her actual emotions. At least she had grown more bold over the last couple of hours she spent with me, and suddenly wasn’t as nervous. Now she exuded confidence and was taking control of her body and mine.

“You tell me.” I gripped her wrist, yanking her hand against my hard cock, which begged to be set free from the fabric of my clothing. Her fingers instinctively stroked through the material, and I groaned as we held each other’s gaze.

“It seems as though my bodyisa pretty good weapon against you,” she quipped, a devious smile pulling at her full lips. Lips that I was dying to have wrapped around my cock.

She continued to stroke me as I grew impossibly stone-like beneath my shorts, but two could play this game. I slipped my hand beneath her skirt as she hovered above me, slowly trailing my fingertips up her thigh, toward her center. “And mine?” I asked, my voice strained.

“Noah—” she warned, and I smirked knowingly, effortlessly flipping our bodies so that her back was on the couch. I situated myself above her, my knee pressed between her thighs while I leaned forward, brushing my mouth against hers.

“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop,” I promised, although I hoped she wouldn’t make me stop. I had a plan.

“Don’t stop.” She moaned as my fingers continued to graze her thigh with their slow torture. Her heat called to me, and with a wicked smile painted on my face, my fingers brushed the soft fabric against her pussy, the wetness from her arousal against my touch.

I could feel her slickness seeping through the lace and watched with satisfaction as her eyes closed and her breaths became more shallow. I committed that look to memory before pulling my hand away and standing up, leaving her with nothing more than my lingering touch and her pussy throbbing. Her eyes snapped open, fury overtaking her.

“You bastard.” she snarled, snapping her legs shut. With her cheeks stained pink, she hurled herself off the couch and stood in front of me, fire shining through her two pools of blue as she pinned me with her stare.

I cocked an eyebrow and chuckled. “Been called worse, sweetheart,” I told her, which was true.

Moving toward the coat closet of my entryway, I pulled a small pink Victoria’s Secret bag off the shelf and tossed it on the couch, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. She thought she was mad at me now… I couldn’t wait to see what she thought after checking out her gift.

“What’s this?” she called as I walked toward my kitchen to get myself a glass of water. She was already pulling at the light pink tissue paper, and I stopped, smirking at her since I already knew how this is going to play out.

“Replacements,” I deadpanned. “You may want to start carrying a few in your purse so you can change them when the thought of me becomes too… much.” My smirk curved into a full smile as I watched her face turn from confusion, to shock, to anger once again.

“Jesus, Noah, you’re twisted.” Lily’s voice was low, but from the crimson that coated her cheeks, I knew I had reached my desired reaction. She was flustered, and I could practically see her arousal as it continued to grow.

“Nah, my tastes have just evolved with time, but you know what? The one thing I still haven’t been permitted to taste is you,” I told her, my tongue darting between my lips to wet them. My cock twitched at the thought. I was desperate to get my mouth on her sweet pussy again.

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