Page 49 of Setting Limits

When I walk in, I find a sight that makes my heart drop. He couldn’t answer the door because he was too busy playing video games. The remote is still in his hand, headset still on his ears.

A quick glance in my direction and he gives me a smile and a “hey” before turning back to the game. I stay planted by the door. I won’t do this again. And we already talked about this.

When he realizes I’m not coming any closer, he looks over at me with a furrowed brow a few times before muttering something into his mouthpiece and putting down his controller, coming over to me and putting his hands on my hips.

But I won’t look at him, so he plants two fingers under my chin and tips my face up toward his. “What’s wrong?”

“We talked about this, Wes. I’ve done this whole ‘video games come first’ thing. I won’t do it again. I’m not here to sit around while you play virtual games with your friends and then fuck me when you get bored. I’m here to spend time with you. And it’s something we agreed to.” This is the first disagreement we’ve had, and the harshness of my tone is something I thought I’d let go of. But this situation feels warranted.

“Okay, first of all, those never come before you. Second of all, I wasn’t expecting you quite yet. I’ll stop playing.” But his voice isn’t convincing on that last part, and I can tell he wants to keep going.

“No, keep playing. I’ll just…sit over there.” I gesture loosely toward the large armchair, something that is quite comfortable for one, and even for two.

“If you’re going to be with me while I play, you’re going to sit with me.” Taking my hand, he pulls me over to where he was sitting, but instead of settling on the couch, he sits on the floor, placing me firmly in his lap and reaching his arms around me to hold the controller.

I shift to get up, sure he’s not comfortable, but he pushes me back, my head resting against his shoulder.

“I want you to sit with me while I finish this round. Then it’s whatever you want.” His voice is low in my ear, his breath warm on my neck.

“Okay.” I’m not enthused, but it’s something I’ll do for him. I sat around and watched Brendan play for months. I can give Wes one game.

It’s not something I’ve seen before. It’s not like the shooter games that Brendan was so amazed with, but instead, it seems to be some sort of journey with creatures. You have to find things to complete the level.

Wes talks as he plays, explaining the game, what they’re doing, and I find myself somewhat captivated. When I ask why he’s picking something up, he hands me the controller, telling me what to do next.

And when the player spins in a swirl of glittery pink and turns into a princess, I giggle, which makes him chuckle behind me. He lets me keep hold of the controller, telling me what to do next and how to move, at certain times, his hands over mine.

That’s when I feel his erection pressing into my ass. I shift to get up, assuming now is when we’re heading to the bedroom, but his hands are on my shoulders, pushing me back to his lap.

“I’m not a kid anymore, sweets. I have patience and can wait. We’re having fun, so let’s keep going and let the anticipation build.” The deep huskiness of his voice in my ear makes me shudder. Yes, the anticipation is surely building.

Though I am ready to disappear into the bedroom, I have to admit that I’m having fun. Brendan never tried to include me in what he played, never talked to me about it. We just coexisted in the same room until we decided to have sex.

This is different. This is us doing it together. Whether I’ll choose to play with Wes again or not, right now, he’s making thechoiceto include me.

And he’s also making the choice to kiss along my neck, pushing my collar to the side so he can kiss along my shoulder. His hands slide up the inside of my shirt, both cupping my breasts while he continues to work my shoulder, now gently blowing air and dragging his parted lips along my skin.

It’s entirely distracting, and I want to toss the remote to the side and spin around, but his hold on me is firm, and there’s a little fun in knowing he’s playing with me while I play his video game.

His teeth start nipping along the track from my shoulder to my neck, and he unhooks my bra with one swift move before slipping his hands in and tweaking my nipples.

My head falls back, and my eyes shut.

“Keep playing,” he growls in my ear. It’s not a request, it’s not a question. It’s a command.

I lift my head and keep going, flowing with him as he adjusts our position to lounge more. That allows his hand to glide down my stomach and into my pants, immediately diving into my panties and slipping along my soaking pussy.

“Fuck, sweets. So incredibly wet and ready. You’re going to keep playing, and I’m going to finger you until you come. Okay?”

All I can do is nod because the anticipation has me buzzing.

His fingers slip inside me, and I gasp at the sensation, but keep pressing buttons and looking at the screen, though it’s starting to blur as his fingers move inside me and around my nipple.

It doesn’t take long or many strokes inside me until my hands go limp and the controller falls.

My hands grab the back of his head, pulling his mouth to mine as I kiss him and buck against his hand.

I moan into his mouth, and he deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping through my mouth as his fingers move faster and harder, and I tense around him, coming hard.

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