The Ex Games 2 (The Ex Games 2)

“I’m the only one that makes you come.” He whispered into my ear as he increased the pace of his fingers. I didn’t say anything. I was scared that if I opened my mouth I would moan or scream in ecstasy and I didn’t want the cab driver to figure out what was going on. I nearly screamed when he paused and I looked at him in frustration.

“Just a second.” He whispered and I saw him undoing his zipper. “Slide onto my lap.”

“What?” My eyes widened. “Won’t the cab driver notice?”

“It doesn’t matter.” He pulled me onto his lap and kissed my neck. “Oh, Katie. Stop tickling me.”

I looked at him in confusion, but then I realized he was trying to vocalize a reason for being in his lap. “You can’t stop me.” I giggled, and almost groaned out loud as he lifted the back of my dress up and I felt his c**k in-between my butt cheeks.

“Move forward a little bit.” He pushed me forward with his hands and lifted my hips up slightly. His hard c**k slid into me easily as he sat me back down on him. “You’re going to have to do the work here, Katie.” He groaned in my ears as I started moving back and forth slowly. “Oh shit.” His hands reached up and squeezed my br**sts as I moved back and forth on his lap. His fingers squeezed my ni**les and I increased my pace. I closed my eyes as we f**ked in the backseat and my body shuddered as his fingers went from my br**sts to my clit.

“Come for me, Katie.” He whispered against my hair. “I’m going to come soon, but I need you to come for me first.” The feel of his fingers rubbing against me and his c**k sliding in and out of me pushed me to the edge, and my fingers dug into his thighs as I climaxed on him. I felt his arms tighten around my waist as his body shuddered and he came inside of me. He kissed my neck as we both sat back and tried to breath. His fingers clasped mine and I leaned my head into his shoulder.

“You guys said you wanted to go to the MOMA right?” The cab driver asked us and we laughed.

“No.” Brandon finally spoke up. “You can just take us back home. Thanks though.”

“I’m sorry we didn’t make it to the museum.” He smiled ruefully as we walked back into the apartment.

“Don’t be.” I tiptoed and kissed him on the lips. “I still had a good night.”

“I think we both had a good night.” He laughed and licked his fingers. “You know I love you, right?” He pushed me back against the wall and stared down at me. “I would never do anything to hurt you. I would never cheat on you.”

“I know.” I nodded breathlessly as I saw the intensity in his eyes.

“Good. As long as we are honest with each other, nothing can break us up. And I will always be honest with you, Katie. Remember, if you ever hear anything bad about me, don’t believe it. Only believe it if it comes from me.”

“Okay,” I felt my heart bursting with love for Brandon and I was about to tell him the truth about my age, when he pulled up my dress. “What are you doing?”

“You don’t think I’m done for the night, do you?” He grinned at me as his fingers found my sweet spot again. I closed my eyes as ecstasy filled me once again and all thoughts of telling him the truth fled my mind.

I shifted in my seat, feeling aroused again as I thought about that second encounter in the apartment. The sex in the cab had been hot and quick, but the sex when we got back to the apartment was slow and sensual. So, so sensual. Brandon’s fingers tapping on my knee awoke me from my memories and I blinked rapidly, trying to focus on where I was.

“So, you don’t have a fiancée?” I looked at him hopefully with my heart in my mouth. Maybe the HR bitch had gotten it wrong. Maybe he was still the decent guy that I knew. Maybe that’s why he had said our phrase. If the words didn’t come from him, it wasn’t true.

“No, Priscilla was right, I do have a fiancée and I was on the phone with her.” His eyes bore into mine with a challenge. I knew what he was thinking: What are you going to do about it, Katie? I could feel in my bones that he wanted me to react.

“But,” I shook my head in confusion. “You told me I shouldn’t listen to other people, you told me that if it doesn’t come from you, it’s not true.”

“You shouldn’t listen to other people about me.” He shrugged. “But, I’m here now and I’m telling you, that yes, I have a fiancée.”

“How could you?” I gasped, my heart breaking.

“How could I what?”

“Sleep with me.” I whispered, my eyes wide.

“We didn’t do any sleeping.”

“How could you f**k me when you have a fiancée?” I hissed at him, mad.

He smiled then, a wide mocking smile. His blue eyes looked down at me in disdain. “Men with power, men with money, men like me… We can do what we want, when we want, with whoever we want. I wanted to f**k you.” He picked up a napkin and wiped his hands. “So I did.” He turned away from me then and stood up. “Okay everyone, let’s get back to work.”

I sat there, humiliated, feeling like a slut. Once again he had made me feel cheap, like a piece of meat that a dog had discarded. I listened to him talking, but I didn’t hear the words that were flowing out of his mouth. As I sat there, I felt my body getting hotter and hotter. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to leave. I didn’t care if I got fired, I’d find another job. Nothing else mattered but me leaving the room, right then and there.