The Ex Games 2 (The Ex Games 2)

“I think it’s time for me to wash you again.” He said softly and kissed my cheek as his hand grabbed the washcloth again. I shook my head and took it out of his hand.

“No, I think it’s time for me to wash you.” I smiled at him deviously and lowered the washcloth to his cock.

We left the bathtub about thirty minutes later and made love one more time before lying next to each other in the bed. I felt tired and confused. My heart was playing games with my head and I didn’t know which side was up.

“I’ve really missed you, Katie.” Brandon mumbled as he played with my br**sts in bed. “I think about f**king your brains out all the time.”

His words sparked something in me and I rolled out of the bed and Brandon sat up. “Where are you going?” He mumbled as he reached for me.

“I’m going home.” I stood there in front of him in all of my naked glory, feeling powerful and satiated.

“What?” His eyes narrowed and he ran his hand through his hair before rubbing his chin. “Where are you going?”

“Back to my hotel room.” I gave him a wide smile and then bent down to kiss him one last time. As I pulled away, I let my br**sts rub against his arm and I pulled away quickly as his hand went to grasp my left breast.

“You can’t go now.” He groaned. “You’re drunk. It’s not safe.”

“I’m not 18 anymore, Brandon. I can handle my wine.” I laughed and pulled on my dress. “I think I’ll be fine getting home by myself.”

“No.” He jumped up and walked over to me. “I’m not going to let you leave.”

“I don’t think you get it, Brandon.” I pulled on my shoes. “I’m not a damsel in distress, and I don’t need you. Thanks for the f**k, though. You taught me some new tricks.” I smiled at him as I grabbed my handbag. “I think Matt will appreciate all the skills you’ve taught me when we finally get to make love.”

His face turned murderous at my words and I walked past him quickly, hoping to get out of his apartment with the last word. I felt high as I hurried to the door. I had done it. I had f**ked him and now I was leaving him without a clue as to what was going on. I had taken what I wanted and now I was the one in control. I’d showed him that he meant as little to me as I meant to him. My hand reached for the front door knob and I grinned to myself in excitement, this was match point and I was about to win. I had done it. A second later, I felt his hands on my shoulders.

“What are you doing?” I gasped as he pushed me against the door and moved in against me. He raised his arms above my shoulders and leaned against me, pressing me into the door, his body acting like a trap.

“I just told you, Katie. I’m not going to let you leave.” His eyes glittered down at me and his hand slipped up my thigh through the slit in my dress. His fingers pushed their way in-between my legs and worked their way into my wetness, rubbing against my clit before slowly entering me. My body betrayed me by buckling at his touch and my legs moved apart involuntarily as he f**ked me with his fingers. “And I don’t think you want to leave right now, do you?” He whispered against my whimpering lips and I closed my eyes as my sudden and swift climax answered him. And once again he was in control.

***

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Brandon’s smiling face was staring down at me as I woke up. I stretched in the bed and yawned.

“It’s too dark out to be morning.” I groaned and closed my eyes again.

“It’s not too early for morning sex though.” His hand crept up from my stomach to my right breast and I moaned as he pinched my nipple.

“Brandon.” I rolled over towards him. “Not right now.”

“I guess I’ll give you a break.” He laughed and pulled me towards him. “I guess we did wear ourselves out last night.”

“Yeah.” I smiled back at him and kissed him softly before freezing. This wasn’t a dream. This was real life. I was in bed with Brandon still. Flashbacks of the night before came back to me, me trying to leave, him stopping me and fingering me to one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. Going back to bed and making love again before us falling asleep.

“I’m glad you decided to stay last night.” His eyes glinted into mine.

“I didn’t have much of a choice, did I?” I pulled away from him.

“You always have a choice.”

“I wanted to leave last night.”

“To go home and call Matt?” His eyes narrowed. “Were you going to tell him how you f**ked me again, but it was all good because you were going to let him f**k you next, like some sort of sloppy seconds?”

“How dare you?” I slapped his face hard and then clapped my hand to my mouth in shock as I stared at the bright red fingerprints across his face. “Oh my God, I’m sorry.”

“No. I deserved it.” He lay back and sighed. “I should apologize.”

“No, it’s fine.” I shook my head and lay back as well. “It was my bad. I wanted to get a rise out of you last night. I guess I was trying to play a game and it didn’t go the way I planned.”

“So you didn’t really want to go?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged and looked away.

“Maria and I have never had sex,” Brandon blurted out, and he turned towards me with intense eyes.

“What?” I turned back towards him.