The Games We Play Vol. 2 (Riley Grayson) (9 page)

She stilled and reached behind her, unzipping her dress. It fell down and pooled around her waist. “Touch me,” she demanded. “Touch me, Riley Grayson.”

Sitting up fully, Riley took both of her breasts into his hands, squeezing them together and letting his tongue roam around them, over her nipples. She had fantastic tits. She was gorgeous, curvy and voluptuous. He drew her nipple into his mouth, pinching it between his teeth. She inhaled sharply and arched into him, her pussy grinding on him.

Riley was now on auto-pilot, doing everything he knew women liked; touching, licking, kissing, teasing. With as many women as he’d slept with, he had this down to a science. He could close off his mind to everything and just feel.

Sex was purely physical for him. Nothing else. As ridiculous as it sounded, he really was a sex machine. An automaton with a dick that could bring any woman, and himself, to orgasm without thought.

He knew not all guys were like him either. They thought too much about it and it caused them to have shitty sex. Women had told him. In fact, several of his booty calls in the past were arranged solely because their boyfriend, or whoever, couldn’t satisfy them the way he could. He gave them sex. He got sex and the women held onto their emotional connection they needed with their significant other. Riley knew it was wrong but he wasn’t the one who was cheating. It was their values that needed to be checked. Not his.  

“Oh my God, Riley,” she moaned, her movements becoming more frantic. Her body tensed, then jerked.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her still while he thrust up into her with hard, deep strokes. She tightened around him and he knew she was ready to come. He grit his teeth, preparing himself for the hot shower her orgasm would cause. Knowing he was wearing a condom, he still had to be extra careful not to let himself come with her—no matter how badly he wanted to feel his release. Tonight, it wasn’t about his needs. It was about assisting others with theirs.

Veronica bucked in his arms, flinging her head and her body back, screaming his name as she came hot and heavy on him. He was relentless, merciless in his thrusts, needing to fuck her good enough so she would be too exhausted to ask for more. Maybe then he could just eat and go home.

As soon as she came down, she climbed off his lap and kneeled between his legs. She removed the condom and took his cock into her hand, stroked it a few times, then sucked his full length into her mouth. Bright white lights flashed behind his eyes. “Holy fuck,” he grunted.

“Mmm hmm.”

Maybe he would let himself come after all. He hoped to fucking God she wasn’t one of those girls that would suck him right to the point of release then finish by jerking him off. That shit annoyed him. He wanted to come in her mouth so damn bad.

Riley fisted her hair in his hands and held her head in place while he fucked her mouth. To his surprise, she met each of his thrusts, sucking him deeper and harder until he felt his cockhead scrape the back of her throat.

He lost it a second later. His thighs tensed, his stomach clenched, and his hips jerked. “Fuck,” he groaned, drawing out the word as he came in her mouth. It wasn’t his most intense orgasm, but it was a hell of a lot better than the self induced one he would have had if he hadn’t come out tonight.

Veronica released him, licked her lips, then smiled. She pressed a button and then said, “Raul. Change of plans. Turn around and take us back to my place.”

“Yes ma’am,” came his reply.

Riley’s eyes widened. “What about dinner? After this, I’m hungry as ever.”

She pulled her dress back up around her breasts and zipped it. “I’ll have the food brought to my condo. We can eat there. But you and I have a lot of half finished business to deal with.” She winked.

Slouching in the seat, Riley adjusted himself and zipped his pants. The last thing he wanted was to spend the night at her condo fucking her. Maybe once he got there he could sneak a 9-1-1 text to Jackson and ask for a bail out. Jackson would come up with something good, a reason Riley had to leave immediately. They’d played this little game hundreds of times before. It was the trait of a good wingman. Not only did he help Riley find a woman, he would help Riley ditch a woman when needed.

“How did you get so good, Riley?” Veronica laughed. “Seriously. That was the best orgasm I’ve had in months.”

“Practice.” He smirked. Should he tell her he hadn’t even been trying? That it just came naturally to him? No, because then she’d demand he actually try, and that was just a lot more work than he wanted to put into tonight. And with her.

“You have a girlfriend?”

His thoughts flashed to Ali and a pang of something indescribable shot through him. “No. No girlfriend. Just a lot of friends.”

Veronica smiled. “Well, feel free to add another one to your
friend
list.” She winked. “But before we do anything else, I think it would be prudent to set some ground rules considering our prior relationship, don’t you think?”

“Sure. Whatever.” He was officially bored now. He wanted to go home or go out with Jackson. One thing was certain, if he had his way, he wouldn’t be in Veronica’s bed ever again after tonight.

“Obviously no one at work can know about this. Ever. We could both lose our jobs.”

“Yeah. Of course. Secret is sealed. Anything else?”

“We never do this at work. No flirting, no nothing. No matter how tempting it might be.”

Riley raised a brow and waited for her to continue. He’d had more than one fantasy about bending Veronica over her desk and pounding into her from behind. He wondered if she’d fantasized the same thing. Based on how she was acting right now, he was going to guess yes. Well, before he’d send Jackson a 9-1-1 plea, he might as well have some fun and show Veronica who really was in charge.

“Never?” he asked, inching closer to her. His finger trailed up her leg and under her dress. She spread her legs for him. “So I can’t come into your office, bend you over your desk, and take your pussy hard and fast?” He rammed a finger inside of her and she cried out.

“No.” The word was a breathless whisper.

Riley removed his hand from between her legs and shrugged. “Too bad. It could’ve been the best orgasm of your life, Veronica.”

She sighed, her legs still parted. “I have the same exact desk in my home office. You can do it there when we get to my house.”

“Sure, but it just isn’t the same. It’s the thrill of getting caught, of worrying whether someone in the office will hear us, walk in on us, catch us naked and fucking like animals in heat.” Riley moved closer to her with each word, his voice a whisper directly into her ear. “There’s nothing like the surge of adrenaline while having sex . . . at work.”

Veronica gave Riley a look that asked, ‘You’ve done that before?’ Then she turned to look out the window. “All right then. I’ll amend that last rule.”

“Really?” Riley was shocked. She couldn’t be serious. She’d called his bluff.

Veronica lifted her eyebrows, smiled and turned back to watch the world outside speed by.

Ali lay on her bed, cell phone in hand, staring at the picture Riley had sent her. The one of his hard cock. God she wanted him so damn bad. It was a want bordering on obsession. Her hand coursed down her stomach and into the waistband of her panties where her finger found her clit, pressing on it, circling it.

Ali bit her lip and moaned. She couldn’t recall a single time she’d been this fucking horny. It was killing her. She had literally masturbated every single day since her night with Riley. And it was becoming progressively harder to get herself off. The picture helped, but her memories of that night were slowly fading.

She could no longer remember what his touch felt like or how his lips felt against hers. Everything she could remember was of Pat. And when she thought about running into him with his new girlfriend her stomach shot through her throat. Thankfully Saturday was not far off. Hopefully Riley would want to take her home again and she could begin to rebound from all those deep roots she still hadn’t weeded from her mind, body and soul of Pat. If not, this healing process was going to drag on forever.

Sighing, Ali took her hand out of her panties and rolled over to turn off her alarm. It used to be a rare occasion when she was up before it went off, but since she and Hilary had made a New Year’s resolution to stay in better shape—by jogging every morning—Ali was getting used to being up earlier. After only two weeks, she was already feeling markedly better. She dressed in her shorts, tank top, and running sneakers, then went to Hilary’s room.

“Hey, Hil, you up?” Ali knocked on the bedroom door.

“Yeah.” A moment later, Hilary emerged dressed in yoga pants, a t-shirt and sneakers. She stretched her arms over her head. “I say we stop at the bakery on the way back and splurge on some pastries and ridiculously expensive coffee.”

Ali laughed. “That kind of defeats the purpose of staying in shape and eating healthy, doesn’t it?”

“Everything is okay in moderation.” Hilary opened the front door and they both stepped into the hallway. “Besides, part of any good exercise plan is to reward yourself for a job well done. We’ve jogged every single day for almost two weeks now. We deserve to treat ourselves.”

Ali led the way to the stairwell. Any other time of the day they took the elevator to the lobby, but during their morning jogs they used the stairs. It was a good warm up to get their heart rates up and their blood pumping.

“Well,” Ali began, “you don’t need to sell me on the idea. I’m up for a bit of a reward.” She had always been a sucker for sweets.

Hilary laughed. “Good. Last one to the lobby buys.” Then she took off at a dead sprint down the stairs. Laughing, Ali chased her down.

***

Ali moaned with delight. “Oh my God, Hilary. This idea,” she held up her flaky, chocolate filled croissant, “was almost as brilliant as your hot rebound sex idea. Almost.” Ali took another large bite, letting the warm chocolate ooze into her mouth. It was pure heaven.

Hilary smiled. “That’s right. The big date is tomorrow night, huh?”

“Yup.” Ali sipped her coffee and momentarily closed her eyes, loving how it tasted going down her throat. “Have you ever noticed how erotic eating can be?”

Laughing, Hilary said, “Not until right now. Seriously, Ali. I don’t know if you’re eating or having an orgasm with all the moans and groans you’re making.”

Ali shrugged. “What can I say? I like my food like I like my men: hot and sinful.”

“Speaking of hot and sinful, have you heard from Riley?”

“No.” Ali wiped her hands on a napkin and then carried what remained of her croissant to the kitchen. There was no way she could eat the whole thing so she was going to save the rest for later. “I haven’t heard from him in almost a week.” She placed the pastry into a Ziploc baggie and sealed it. Then she went back to the table and sat. “You don’t think he changed his mind about our date do you?”

“Call him and find out. Or send a text to confirm.”

“A text to confirm?” Ali snorted. “It’s supposed to be a date, Hilary. Not some sort of appointment that needs prior confirmation.”

Hilary pushed her empty plate away. “Well, have you tried texting him at all?”

Ali looked down and fidgeted with her coffee cup. “No. I guess I’m afraid he won’t text back, and then I’ll be even more paranoid he’ll blow off our date tomorrow night.”

“Honey, like he wouldn’t text you back. You two were
sexting!
You’ve got nothing to worry about. Just send him a fake text.”

“A what?” Ali jerked her head up to look at Hilary, who was smiling like she’d just figured out a huge problem.

“A fake text. Make something up that will make no sense to him, send it, and then immediately after, send him another text that says, sorry wrong person. He’ll think you’re texting someone else, but in reality you’re not.”

Ali frowned. It was quite genius actually. “What should I send him?”

Hilary was silent for a moment, then a slow grin spread across her face. “Thanks for last night. Had a great time.”

With eyes wide, Ali shook her head adamantly. “No way. Then he’ll think I’m seeing someone else and he
really
won’t want to go out with me.”

“Exactly, but not exactly.”

“What?”

“That’s the point girlfriend, you two aren’t in any sort of relationship, let alone a committed one. If you
were
seeing someone else, there isn’t a damn thing he could say or do about it. Just like if he’s seeing someone else, there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Her heart sank. She’d never once considered that. “Do you think he’s seeing someone else?” The croissant she’d just eaten threatened to come back up. It was bad enough having to wait a full week to go out with him, but to think that during that time he was out with other girls . . .

“Anything’s possible.” Hilary took a drink of her coffee and licked her lips. “This shit’s really good.” She laughed, but then seeing the hurt, dejected look on Ali’s face, Hilary once again turned serious. “Look, it’s impossible to know what he’s been doing this past week or why he hasn’t called you. Maybe he really is busy with work. Who knows? But if Riley is anything at all like you’ve described him, then if you make him think there’s someone else in your life, he’s going to turn around and go after you again real fast. I guarantee it. Trust me. I’ve done it a thousand times. Works like a charm, too.”