The games we play Part 1
“Okay guys it’s getting late and I think we finally have everything in order,” I tell everyone as I get to my feet and look round at the small group of people gathered in my sitting room.
“My parent’s will be back in an hour and I have to tidy up so let’s meet up again at lunch tomorrow and go over the last of the details?”
Everyone nods and I smile at them. They begin to pack up their textbooks, chatting away to each other as one by one they leave. All except one. I watch him in the corner as he slowly slides his tongue out over his lip ring, pushing his book in to his bag. He looks up, calm and collected as always. I didn’t want him here. I run a tutoring group for my history class and he was failing. The teacher promised me extra credit if I let him join the group but he had just sat for the last hour, taking no notes and staring me up and down every time I so much as moved. He intimidated me with his piercings and his rock band t-shirts. The one he was wearing just now was cut off at the sleeves and had the words “you complete mess” scrawled across it. I straightened my skirt, waiting for him to move or say something.
“Need a hand tidying up?” he asked, standing up. He is freakishly tall and his long thin legs are currently adorned by black, skin tight jeans with massive holes in the knees. I didn’t want to admit he was good looking because nobody that scruffy should be good looking and if my mother knew I was even looking at him right now she’d be furious.
“I can manage,” I reply, politely. Why does my voice shake so much when I speak to him? I start picking up the empty cans of cola. He still doesn’t make any indication that he plans to leave and when I look back he is biting down on his lower lips, his eyes on my backside. I gulp. I’ve never had a boy look at me like that before. At least not one as sexy and experienced as him.
I’d heard all the stories. Luke Hemmings was always with some girl or another and I once over heard two of them talking about how incredibly kinky he was in bed.
“Are you always so organised and disciplined?” he asks, helping me with the cans despite my assurance that I could manage.
“What do you mean?” I ask, turning and heading for the kitchen bin. He follows without hesitation.
“You know. Do you always do as your told?”
“Yes,” I reply.
“Because I do.”
It’s the lamest answer ever but it’s the only one I have.
“You never want to rebel a bit? Go against your word or do something just for fun?” He smirks. He leans past me and I stiffen as his arm brushes against my stomach. He smoothly drops the empty cans in the bin and straightens up but when he looks down at me there is a hint of amusement in his blue eyes.
“My mum would kill me,” I finally find my voice and reply to him.
He flicks his lip ring, moving it around slightly. He appears lost in thought.
“So it isn’t true what they say?”
I walk back towards the living room and he speaks as he troops after me.
“What who say? About what?” I ask, turning to face him.
“That girls like you secretly have a bad side?” he grins, mischievously.
“What?” I gulp.
“Oh come on,” he chuckles, “You telling me you’ve never thought about a guy f.ucking your brains out?”
I swallow though I have no idea how I manage too. My mouth is so dry.
“Hmm you have,” he decides, “See how flustered you are.”
He steps closer. I move back but the table stops my attempts to escape.
“Your cheeks are red, your heart is racing and under that skirt your clamping those milky thighs together to try and hold back your desire for me to touch you.”
“That’s a lie,” I tell him. Though he is one hundred percent accurate.
“You sure about that?” he smirks as he steps even closer. I attempt to move back again and the back of my knees hit off the coffee table. I stumble and Luke reaches out, snaking an arm around my waist, pulling me to him.
“If you can honestly say you haven’t thought about all the bad things I could do to you then I’ll leave right now.”
I gulp once more, my cheeks heating up.
“And if I have?” I answer, not sure where my wit is coming from right now.
“Then maybe I’ll show you just how bad I can be,” he grins, his tongue poking out between his teeth.
I try to find my words but they are lost, my focus is on his tongue and that damn lip ring. He closes his mouth in a smug smile and I know he can tell I want him. But I shouldn’t. This is so wrong. He’s Luke. He’s the guy who constantly gets detention and who is rumoured to have had sex with a girl behind the bins in the school yard. He’s good at one thing and that’s driving teenage girls completely mad with lust.
“I’ll take that as a yes. F.uck I’d love to get inside your head and see exactly what dirty fantasies you have about me.”
I turn crimson, a few running through my head.
“That naughty huh?” he grins, noticing my reaction.
He still hasn’t let me go. His face is inches from mine and I can’t tell if he is going to kiss me or rip my clothes off. He does neither. Instead he grabs my hand and pulls me upstairs.
“Which one is your room?” he asks. Looking at the doors.
“That one,” I point to my bedroom and for a split second I panic that he might head to my parents room instead but he simply tugs me in to my room and shuts the door. He lets go of my hand and strolls in to the centre of the room, looking around, curiously.
“Sit down,” he orders. Pointing to the bed. I should be sticking up for myself but I find myself wanting to do as he says and I perch myself on the side of my bed, watching him. He walks to my chest of drawers and pulls the top drawer open. I squirm, knowing what is in there. He rummages for a second then a low hiss comes from his throat.
“Bingo,” he chuckles, turning around with a tiny thong dangling from his index finger. I get up and rush for him, snatching it away and putting it back in the drawer, mortified.
“And who were you going to wear that for?” he teases.
I cringe even further, picturing myself in the bitsy black thing before him, turning, this gorgeous, punk a.ss specimen of a man, on.
“Me?” his eyebrows raise in surprise. How does he read my mind like that?
“F.uck Kat,” he shakes his head in awe, “That’s hot.”
I attempt to walk back over to the bed but he grabs my wrist and tugs me back to him.
“Do you think about me a lot?” he asks.
I slowly nod.
“What do you think about?” he asks.
I’m too embarrassed to answer that.
“My hands?” he guesses and I gasp as he slowly slides them up, over my breasts, above my blouse.
“Do you imagine me making your little nipples all hard with my fingers?” he teases. He slowly circles his fingers right over my nipples. I want to feel him properly, his skin on mine.
“Or is it my mouth you imagine?” he smirks, “Buried in your wet p.ussy? Soaking up your taste?”
I swallow. This should be so disturbing but instead I’m clamping my thighs together, strangely aroused by his filthy mouth. I stiffen as he lowers one hand, hitching my skirt up slightly. His fingers trail along the top of my thighs just above where my stockings end and I squirm. He smiles lazily down at me.
“Oh how easy you make this,” he chuckles.
He steps towards me, forcing me back until I’m against my bed again then he gives me a gentle shove and I fall back on the bed. He towers over me, looking down with amusement.
“Or maybe what you’re really desperate for is my d.ick?” he asks.
I gasp and he grins at my pathetic response.
“Is that right?” he queries, “Does Kat want me inside her tight little p.ussy? Filling her up and f.ucking her brains out?”
I cross my legs, feeling a tingling sensation through my crotch. I sit up, trying to gain some form of dominance but it fails dramatically.
“Oh you wanna watch me while I eat you out?” he nods. My eyes widen as he sinks to his knees in front of me. Surely he won’t really. I frown as he reaches for his own waist band. He slowly unloops his belt and I stare at him. What is he going to do with that?
“Lie up on the bed properly,” he demands. I do as I’m told, kicking my slippers off as I do. He climbs on the bed on top of me, one knee on either side of my thighs. God he looks so delicious up there, his crotch right above mine. I can’t help but look at it and I’m silently surprised to find that he is straining against his jeans. I guess talking dirty really turns him on.
He grabs my wrists and hoists them above my head.
“I’m going to tie you to the bed.”
He says it as a statement rather than a question but I still don’t argue. My interest is officially peaked and my courage is starting to come back. I may only get one chance with this boy and I want it to be better than I pictured. I want to drive him just as wild as he drives me. If not more. For now I wait while he ties my hands to the headboard and sits back, admiring his work.
“God you look hot like that,” he compliments.
“Now for your clothes,” he adds, reaching for the buttons on my blouse.
“What about your clothes?” I ask, finally finding my voice again.
“Oh They’ll be coming off later. Don’t you worry Kat I wont be leaving until I’ve had my fill. But first I want to watch your little body squirm under me.”
“I want that too,” I stun myself by replying, my voice low and needy. He laughs and I turn red once again.
“I’ll bet you do,” he smirks, “But you should know one thing first.”
“What?” I pant, already gagging for him.
“I don’t do slow,” he warns me, his eyes shining wickedly.
“I don’t want you to,” I confess.“
His eyes turn dark, his strong jaw slamming shut and he lifts his hands to the middle of my blouse and pulls. The buttons pop and roll on to the floor He can’t take it completely of because of my tied hands but he shoves it out the way so he can see my body. I’m wearing a purple lace bra and he doesn’t seem to have expected this. He growls appreciatively and I almost shriek when he lowers his head and violently runs his teeth up my body.
“Arch your back,” he bosses, talking in to my stomach. I do as he says and he slides his hands under my back. I feel him tug at my bra and he releases the clip in seconds. He pulls it up over my head and leaves it resting there.
“Holy f,uck,” he groans, looking down at my bare chest. He sits back and reaches out his hands, kneading them. His eyes screw shut and I notice him twitch down there. Oh my god he feels so good. His hands move around my breasts then he slowly pinches my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and I can’t help the small squeal that escapes my lips. His eyes open and he looks at me.
“Don’t hold back,” he insists, lowering his mouth to my nipples. Like I have a choice. Wow. I let out a low mewl as his lip ring brushes against my stiff nipple. He chuckles at my reaction, pleased with himself.
Slowly he moves to my other nipple and repeats the same circular kisses around it. I wriggle under him, unable to stay poised any longer. He knows what he is doing. He knows that every touch or every word he says is exciting me in ways I’ve never experienced and he is getting off on it.
He roughly kisses his way down my body then moves back again. He yanks my skirt down in one swift movement and lifts my legs to pull it right off.
“God I’ve thought about this moment for a long time,” he informs me, “Having control over your perfect little body. Showing your know it all self that you don’t know everything.”
“I’m not a know it all,” I stutter.
“No? Oh Miss Thompson please pick me. I know the answer!"
He does a very berating mimic of me. I glare at him.
"That sounds nothing like me.”
He shrugs in a don’t care kind of way.
“I knew you were just dying for it underneath that good girl persona of yours,” he tells me, “I knew you lay in bed at night wondering what it would be like to have a boys tongue in your p.ussy.”
I blush, not because his words are so dirty but because they are true. I’ve been curious about these things for years now.
“I like these,” he compliments, his tone changing as he gently pulls at the side of my panties.
His knuckle brushes against me slightly and I shudder. He doesn’t miss it. He roughly grips my knees and spreads them apart, one on either side of his hips. I squirm in anticipation. He pulls my pants down, leaving me completely nude before him. I want to hide but I can’t even move. I watch as he pulls my pants from round my ankle and my mouth falls open as he scrunches them up and lifts them to his nose, inhaling.
“Hope you taste as good as you smell,” he grins.
He doesn’t stop. With one swift move he slides back and lowers his head, his mouth right on my clitoris. I tug against my restraints, so completely aroused.
“Bloody hell Kat,” he gasps, “You’re soaking.”
I whimper as he kisses down my crotch then licks a strip up it. His lip ring feels so good against my skin. He isn’t gentle in the slightest but flicks his tongue furiously over my weak spot before bringing up a finger and roughly forcing it inside me. It doesn’t hurt like I expect it to. I swallow his finger, my arousal acting as natural lubricant.
He finally gets me to let go and scream when he opens his mouth wide then closes it and repeats this motion over my sex, over and over until I’m a wriggling, begging mess.
“Please Luke,” I moan.
I can feel this foreign wave rising inside the pit of my stomach, pushing to be released. He quickens his pace and my back arches off the bed as he shoves his tongue inside me, his top lip rubbing up and down my clit. The belt is digging in to my wrists as I pull against it.
A loud groan comes from my mouth as he grips my thighs, forcing his tongue in even deeper. I reach my height and spiral out of control. My body shuddering violently above him as I convulse. He sits up, leans back and wipes his lips on the back of his hand.
“You’re an easy girl to please,” he smiles, playfully, “Now let’s see if your good at pleasing others?”