The Ex Games

“Now, now, Katie.” He pulled away from me with lust-filled eyes. “This isn’t the place.”

“Let’s go, then.” I grabbed his hand without thinking and pulled him off of the dance floor. “Let’s go back to your place.” His eyes grew dark with desire at my words and he pushed me against the wall, and ran his fingers down my neck. He stared into my eyes with such intensity that it was all I could do to not reach over and touch him.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” He growled into my ear. “Because if I take you tonight, there will be no letting go. No turning back. I will make you mine. I will possess you.”

“I want you to take me.” I swallowed hard at his words.

“I want you so badly, Katie.” He shook his head as if to clear his mind. “Ever since the morning after I took you home, I’ve wanted you.”

“So then take me.”

“We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.”

I laughed then, big happy and immature laughs. “Of course I’m ready. I’ve practically been begging you for the last ten minutes.”

“Then let’s go.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the club. We ran like schoolkids down the road to his apartment. Both of us aching to touch and be touched by each other. It was only when we got to his apartment door that I really stopped to think about what I was about to do. I was about to lose my virginity to a guy I had known two weeks. Was I a slut? Was I doing the right thing? But my thoughts quickly dissipated as he picked me up, carried me into the apartment, and plopped me down on the bed.

“Would you like some wine or champagne?” He grinned down at me, and he looked like a wolf as I stared up at him. A sexy, devilish and powerful wolf. I shook my head slowly and stared up at him, wondering if I should tell him this was my first time. It took me all of three seconds to shoot down the idea. I knew that he thought I was quaint and that I wasn’t used to big city ways because I was from a small town in Florida, but I knew it wouldn’t be as believable that I was a virgin. I couldn’t imagine he came across many 22-year old virgins.

He started to unbutton his shirt and I stared up at him with desire pouring out of every part of my body. I gazed up at him in admiration as he threw his shirt onto the floor. His chest was well-built, with a small spattering of hair, and his six-pack looked like something from a fitness magazine. He fell down onto the bed next to me and I reached over and ran my fingers along his chest lightly grazing his ni**les. He gasped at my touch and rolled over on top of me.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he growled, his eyes dark and intense. “Sit up.” He pulled me up and I lifted my hands up so that he could pull my top off. His fingers gently went to my back and unclasped my bra before he threw it onto the floor along with my top. “Oh, Katie.” He groaned before pushing me back onto the bed. His lips immediately fell to my right breast as his fingers played with my left one. I gasped as he took my nipple in his mouth and he gently nibbled on it as he sucked. He sucked as if his life depended on it, and I felt my body trembling underneath him as moisture filled my panties. I reached my hands around to his back and ran my fingers up and down, squeezing his shoulders tightly as his lips moved away from my right breast. I moaned as his lips clasped down on my left breast and my legs reached up to encircle him.

“Oh, Katie.” He moaned again and kissed up my chest, and neck and back to my lips. “You taste so sweet.” He muttered against my lips as his tongue found sanctuary in my mouth again. “Do you taste as sweet everywhere?”

“Everywhere?” I’d answered him, not thinking. All I wanted to do was feel him against me, inside of me. My body had never felt so alive before.

“Hmm, yes, everywhere.” His lips left mine as he kissed back down my body, stopping at the top of my jeans for a few moments as his hands undid the button and pulled them off of me. I lay there in just my panties gazing up at him, not sure what he was going to do next. I didn’t have to wait long to find out. His fingers traced an invisible line up my leg and only stopped once they reached my panties. I held my breath as his fingers ran right down the middle of my panties and circled me. I gasped and squirmed on the bed as he teased me.

“Please, Brandon.” I groaned. I wanted, no I needed to feel more of him. I needed to feel him closer, his skin against mine.

“Shh.” He smiled at me and slipped his fingers into the side of my panties and rubbed my wetness. “Oh, Katie.” He groaned as I continued squirming. “You are so wet for me.”

“I want you.” I groaned as I reached up to him, wanting to feel his chest against mine. “Let me touch you.”

“Not yet.” He slipped his fingers out of my panties and then pulled them down slowly and agonizingly. Every second felt like an eternity and all I wanted was to feel his warmth against me again. I cried out when he lowered his mouth to my pu**y and sucked on my bud. And then I screamed when his tongue entered me, slowly and deeply, pushing me to cliffs I never knew existed. My fingers grabbed the sheets as his tongue continued to enter me, and I felt like I was going to die of pleasure. Waves of ecstasy took over my body so that all I could think about was the pleasure rolling through my body. “Come for me, Katie.” He muttered against my pu**y and the feel of his breath against me was another new and exciting sensation. “Come for me.”

“I, I can’t.” I groaned shaking my head. I had never felt this way before and I was afraid that my bladder was going to burst if he kept on. “Please.” I groaned as his hands spread my legs wider and he licked and sucked me with more intensity. This time when his tongue entered me, I couldn’t control it, and my orgasm exploded, sending ripple effects down my body.