The Revenge Games Duet

I take in as much as I can, his growl coercing me to go deeper. His cock hits the back of my throat, but my reflexes push him back out in between my attempts to catch my breath. Beneath my yoga pants, my thin cotton panties are soaked, waiting for him to rip all my clothes off and fuck me hard like he’s promised.

I pull his cock out of my mouth, and with barely any breath I tell him, “Fuck me like you promised.”

His expression is pure torment, using all his strength to pull me up and toss me onto the bed, I lay there as he strips me leaving me bare in front of him.

He remains quiet, silently admiring the view in front of him. His eyes begin to wander, eating me up as they burn with fire when they land on the prize.

Spreading my legs with force, he positions himself in the middle, resting on his knees with his cock sitting at my entrance, gently caressing my clit. I close my eyes, moaning in delight as my back stretches against the white satin sheets.

He slides himself in, then waits, not moving but keeping himself buried. I open my eyes, maintaining an even breathing pattern to stop myself from coming straight away. His lack of movement leaves me wondering but now is not the time for questions.

“We were supposed to talk,” he strains.

“You’re buried inside me. I don’t know how coherent our conversation will be.”

He thrusts forward, catching me off guard and making me moan. “When I’m fucking you, it’s just you and me,” he commands, his tone powerful, posture straight while demanding I listen to him.

“It’s just you and me,” I repeat merely above a whis

per. “But who else would it be? I’m not into threesomes, Logan.”

His body falls onto mine, lips touching then he kisses me deeply. Moaning into his mouth, I place my hands on his back, scratching from top to bottom as he lays still again. I’ve never been slow-fucked before. Not realizing how intense everything can be in slow motion.

Lifting his head, he drops it again into the crook of my neck, tasting the sweat off my skin. The tip of his tongue dances against me until he’s found my lobe, biting on it while using his hand to fondle my breast.

“I don’t care what you do outside of this room. I don’t care who you’re with, engaged to, or claim not to sleep with… I care about only this, Emerson. All your focus is on me. Do you understand me?”

I nod, incoherently, wanting to tell him that his demands turn me on.

I yank his face away from my ear, holding his head in front of me so he understands that I feel the same way. “Logan, this stays between us. Whatever happens in this room stays between us.”

He lowers his head, biting my lip and attempting to speak through strangled breaths. “You make me crazy. You make me think that nothing else in the world matters. Not soccer... nothing. I hate you for it.”

Unable to hide the smile that appears, he pulls back watching me in amusement.

“I hate you for everything you’ve done to me since we were kids. I want nothing more than to fuck you hard right now so you’re left with this moment torturing you for the rest of your life.”

“Quite a challenge, Chase.” His mouth widens with a grin, eyes watching the movements of my lips.

“Try me.”

He pulls his body up, keeping his hand beneath my chin. Using only his hips, he thrusts himself hard, slamming his body against mine. My head tilts back, neck exposed as he does it again. I quietly beg for him to go harder, the slow, excruciating pace teasing me beyond my means. All that needs to happen is one more thrust and I’m all his.

“I don’t play nice, or fair. I hate you as much as you hate me. And for everything you’ve done to me that’s caused me pain… this is payback, baby.”

Lifting my right leg above his shoulder, he spreads me wider exposing my clit, and without any further warning he lurches forward, slamming his cock in so deep it causes a ripple effect. My nipples stand on edge as the orgasmic sensations flood my entire body causing me to moan loudly until my throat runs dry.

Lost in this moment, barely able to open my eyes, I don’t notice he’s collapsed on top of me, panting heavily with our bodies drenched in sweat. His weight is heavy, but I don’t want to say anything and luckily don’t have to as he pulls himself out and lays beside me on his back.

We say nothing for a long time until the room no longer echoes our heavy breathing and falls completely silent.

“What time does your flight leave?”

“Just after noon.”

“Logan, I’m on birth control.”

He places his hands on his face, moaning underneath his palms. “Fuck, I don’t know why I didn’t ask.”