Night Games

“Oh my god, nooooo.”

“Is it your boss again?”

“Seriously, how does he think this is okay? It’s literally Friday night. Who texts their employees on a Friday night?!”

“You know what I’m going to say.”

“I know, I know. I’ll start applying to new jobs after we move and get the whole new apartment thing sorted out. Let me just—hey!”

“Ah-ah-ah, give me that. We’re having a great night and I’m not letting your boss take up any more of your time. In fact, I think I’ll just email him for you…”

“What? No, oh my god, stop. Stop!”

“… and tell him he has a horrible work-life balance… and that he can fill out the quarterly expenses document himself… Okay, okay, here. Will you put some music on or something?”

“Yeah, sure.”

My job isn’t usually this stressful, but something about this new client we’ve got is making my boss insane. That plus you pulling double shifts at the hospital… It feels like we’ve barely seen each other outside of waking up and going to bed.

As soon as I got home from work today, all I wanted to do was shut the blinds, lock the door, and just shut out the world with you. Even if we only get a few hours to hang out before we both have to go back to work, I’ll take it.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about this new… thing we’ve started doing since our schedules have gotten so crazy. I don’t really know even how to describe it.

It’s not really a game… It’s… like… we leave each other little reminders. Little teases of what's to come when the weekend finally arrives and we can focus on each other.

Like, you’ll press your knee between my legs when you’re kissing me goodbye in the morning. Right in that perfect spot that leaves me wanting more… Or… I’ll ‘accidentally’ brush my hand a little too low over your waist as I pass you by to get to the kitchen.

Things like that. Little looks from across the room…

A couple of dirty texts sent during work hours. Little reminders.

“Mmm, I missed you this week.”

“Me too. Can I take off your dress? Please?”

“Hmm… no. Not yet.”

You’re squirming and I like it. I’ll take it as a sign that you’ve been craving me as much as I have you this week.

“Ooh, flustered is a good look on you.”

“You know how horny I’ve been since, like, Tuesday? All I could think about at work today was your ass in that dress you wore to dinner last week.”

“Hm, that’s good to know. Because that’s exactly why I wore it.”

“To torture me?”

“Mmhm.”

“You’re good at that.”

You kiss along my collarbone and your hands wander over my waist. I don’t know why, but it feels exploratory, almost like you’re touching me for the first time.

Even though we’ve been dating for almost three years now, I still feel an electric spark every time you touch me.

I can tell you’re desperate for me by the urgency of your touch. How hard you’re pressing your mouth into my skin.

“You want me?”

“Yeah…”

“Ask me.”

“Can I have you?”

“That’s presumptuous of you. Maybe I want to have you.”

“Okay. So, take me.”

You pull me on top of you, with my knees straddling your wide hips. I press my hands against your chest to balance myself and rest my weight against the bulge in your jeans.

I rock my body against yours, rubbing myself against the rough fabric. I know I’m being a tease, but it’s extra fun when it benefits us both.

After so many days of barely seeing each other, I know it’s not going to take much to push us both over the edge.

And I kind of want to draw this out as long as I can…

“You know what I want?”

“What do you want?”

“I want you to put on the cock ring.”

“So, you’re actually trying to torture me tonight?”

“I’m just craving something a little… different. Something a little more intense than usual.”

“I’m more than okay with that.”

I pull your jeans and boxers down to your knees and your cock springs out. God, I want you bad tonight…

I bend forward and press my mouth along the inside of your thigh. I kiss up to your hips, along your V-line, just missing your cock…

The way you’re watching me as I lift my dress over my hips… Like you can’t stand to wait even another ten seconds. It feels good to feel so wanted.

I move up your body and settle with my knees straddling your head. I lean over to the bedside table and grab the cock ring and my vibrator from the drawer. I’m hovering just above your lips when your hands wrap around the backs of my thighs.

“I did not say you could kiss it. Lie back down.”

“I’m getting desperate over here.”

“You’re allowed to look. I’ll let you know when you can touch.”

“You’re so wet, though. You sure you won’t be the one begging for me?”

“We’ll see.”

I take your cock in my hands and slide the silicone ring down to your shaft.

I wrap my fingers around your shaft and slowly draw my hand up and down… stroking you… I can feel your toes curling into the bed behind me.

“Fuck, that’s perfect.”

“Let’s see how much you can take.”

I drag my tongue up the length of your shaft and take you in. All the way into my mouth… to the back of my throat…

I love testing you like this, forcing you to wait when I know you’re already about to burst.

The cock ring is only making it more difficult for you, I think. Your dick is so hard it’s practically pulsing in my hand.

“Oh god— babe—I’m gonna cum!”

“Ask nicely and I might just let you.”

“What…?”

“Mm, not nice enough.”

“No, no, please—please—please keep going. Please, I-I want to cum. Please.”

“Oh god… yeah, deeper. Deeper, please.”

“Show me how much you want it. Show me and I might let you…”

You sit up onto your elbows and reach your hand around to the back of my head, guiding my mouth where you want it, your fingers tangling in my hair.

“Oh god, baby—look at me—look at me.”

Looking you in the eyes as I take you all the way to the back of my throat is somehow making this more intense. I can feel how bad you want me just from the look in your eyes.

“You’re so—god, you’re so good with your mouth… Please… fuck… please, baby, I need to cum—”

“Sorry. I can’t let you do that until you fuck me.”

“You are so fucking sexy.”

“I need you to fuck me so hard I don’t know my own name.”

“You are unreal. Get up here. Ride me, come on.”

I situate myself just above your hips, ready to drop down on your cock which is still rock-hard. Teasing your tip through my folds, right at my entrance.

“Fuck, I’m sensitive…”

“You want me to stop?”

“No. No, don’t stop. Touch yourself while I fuck you. Now come here.”

Your hands grip my waist and draw me down right on top of you.

That familiar sensation of being totally, completely filled up is overwhelming. I slide my fingers over my clit and my body is suddenly flooded with pleasure.

“Fuck… fuck yes…”

“Harder, baby. Fuck me harder—”

“Yeah, you want it harder? Yeah?”

You shift our positions, rolling me onto my back and driving your hips even harder into me. Every thrust sends a blinding shock of pleasure through me.

“Yeah… yeah, that’s it… come on.”

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

The world is a blur when I open my eyes again. My whole body is throbbing.

“Can we stay here for a while?”

“I don’t think I can move, so…”

Your fingers thread through my hair. My mind is completely blank.

I honestly could shut my eyes and fall asleep just like this.

Your arm flings lazily over my waist.

“Here. Water.”

I hand you back the glass and you drain the rest of it.

I rest my chin on your chest and close my eyes. Just for a minute.