Page 96 of Crazy In Love
“I don’t know if you’re poking at me or asking a genuine question.” I pick up my bishop and retreat diagonally, just one square. “But the honest answer is, on day one of vacation, I get kinda tired. Like my brain is working a million miles faster than normal to keep up with all the changes. It makes me sleepy, which makes me irritable, since vacation is supposed to be about having fun. By days two and three, the brain fog usually clears and shit starts to feel good. That’s when the world becomes chill as hell.”
“That was…” She licks her lips and ponders her next move, selecting a pawn and shoving it into battle. “Refreshingly honest and surprisingly sensical.”
“And irritatingly rigid?” I’m annoying myself, turning what was supposed to be sexy and flirty into a bad therapy session. I grab my knight and move it forward. “Don’t worry, I won’t crash your vacation.”
“Oh…” Visibly sad, her smile transforms into a pout. “I was about to say day one is for laying in bed, anyway. There are other ways to fuck, ya know? Slower, gentler, the not so frenzied version where a person still gets to come, but it’s not a competition of one-upping each other.”
She pinches her untouched bishop between her fingers and drags it diagonally just one square. “I was getting kinda psyched for the tortoises and flowers and lazy days spent in bed. But I was imagining all thatwith you.Can’t fuck myself. Well…” She snickers, coming around the table and taking my hand in hers. She isolates my fingers, pulling them apart before placing just one, my pointer, on her tongue. “I can. In fact, I’m pretty good at it. But I’d choose your fingers over mine any day, no matter which island we were on.”
“Fuck.” My lungs spasm and my chest rocks with them. My cock growsbehind the zipper of my jeans, crushed against the unforgiving material and desperately searching for freedom.
Without caring too much, I grab my bishop and send it three-quarters of the way across the board, settling it in enemy territory, sandwiched between her knight and an untouched pawn. “For the first time in my life, I’m considering knocking the whole table over just so I can undress you.”
She grins, staring up at me from beneath long lashes, and when she knows she has me, she suckles on my finger and scratches her teeth along the digit to taunt me. “Not allowed to cheat.” She grabs her bishop and sets it almost toe to toe with mine. Not quite. But close. “The anticipation is half our foreplay. I figured you, of all people, would appreciate that.”
“Me, of all people?” I take my queen and slide her to the left, switching her out with my rook to give her a little extra protection. “Because I like chess?”
“Because you’re a patient man who plays chess for fun, and you waited all your life to buy books for the boy who never got to enjoy them when he was young. Also, I didn’t know we could do that move.” She breaks character, her eyes dancing with humor. “The queen whoop-de-do thing you just did. And it occurs to me now, you could do whatever the hell you want, move whatever piece you please. You could tell me it’s legal, and I wouldn’t be able to say you’re wrong.”
“So I guess you’re gonna have to trust me.” I take her chin in my hand and draw her around. “Your move.”
Smirking, she leans closer and rests her chest against mine—it’s a hug, no seduction—and with her left hand, she mirrors my move. “If it’s legal for you, it’s legal for me. Queen whoop-de-do has spoken.”
“Your arbitrary naming of a move that already has a name would bother the more rigid, pre-Fox-Tatum version of me.” I select a pawn and push it forward. “But I’m a better man now. I’ve grown and matured.”
She studies the board and moves a pawn. “I’m proud of you, little buddy.” Bringing her eyes back to mine, she taps my chin with the tip of her finger. “So proud.”
“So fucking patronizing.” But I chuckle anyway, slipping my free hand into the back of her dress so I get to feel her skin on mine. “Getting kinda impatient that no one has lost a piece yet. You’re still dressed.”
“Maybe you’re not as good as you thought you were.” Just like chess, she mirrors my move, digging her hand under my shirt and flattening her palm against my back. “Your turn, handsome. I’d hate to fall asleep before you touch my vagina.”
“We could reconvene this game tomorrow, and I could touch yourvagina now.” I inch my hand downwards, over the curve of her ass until I can ascertain if she came prepared tonight.
Plug or no plug.
“No.” She traps her bottom lip between her teeth. “Figured you’d have me so turned on with the Saint Andrew’s cross thing, we needn’t bother with prep.”
“Your assumption that I had a giant fucking cross in my house is…” I grab my bishop and bring it back, out of danger of her well-placed pawn. “Interesting. Where did you suppose I hid it?”
Smug as a pig in mud, she grabs her pawn and slams mine out of the way, callously knocking it off the board and setting hers down in its new place.
“Oopsie. Guess I drew first blood.” Her lips tremble with a smile, then she tilts back and offers her hand, palm-side up. “Maybe it’ll be you laid out on the desk, naked, while I survey my prize. Shirt, please.”
My heart thunders and my cock thickens, but I peel my shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor. “Well played, Ms. Tatum. But don’t get too cocky. Kingdoms usually fall when their leaders least expect it.”
She gently scrapes her nails over my chest, over my hardened nipples. “It’s your turn. Pay attention to the game, not to what I’m doing.”
Fuckkkkkk.
I force my eyes to the board, but she takes my nipple between her teeth and destroys my concentration. My body vibrates and my lungs collapse just long enough to turn my knees weak. So I select a pawn and make my move. “Time.” I wrap my arm around her back and pull her in so she feels my cock. So she knows just how much fucking pain I’m in, and how desperately I’d trade chess for her, for the rest of my life. “Can I forfeit now?”
“Nuh-uh.” She switches nipples, laving her tongue over my flesh until goosebumps follow. Then she swaps my bishop with a pawn, knocking another piece off the board. But instead of sitting it beside my first captured piece, she stares down at my cock and places it snug between the front of my hipbone and the band of my shorts. “Gosh, Watkins. I wassosure this game would make me look foolish. But here we are. Pants, please.”
“You’re arrogant when you’re winning.” I unsnap my jeans and tear the zipper down, hardly upset by the fact I get to free my cock from its steel confines. Toeing my shoes off and working the denim along my legs, I peel shoes, socks, and jeans down all at the same time.
In just two captures, she has me in my underwear.
“Not entirely sure you should dictate which items of clothing I lose. The fairer loss just now would’ve been a shoe.Oneshoe.”
