Gaming for Love (8 page)

“Let me clarify.”
The smirk is back along with the dark emerald color in his eyes. “You
may touch me
and
kiss
me anytime you want on any part of my body. And, you just being here
with me is a comfort,” he adds, the smirk replaced by a soft smile.

“I might just take
you up on that.”

“Please do.”

I move around to stand
behind him. The entire span of his shoulders is covered by his
mother’s name. I trace the letters and tell him how awesome I think
it is. Below that is a tattoo of a giant griffin. The mythical half
lion, half bird looks fierce and proud. The colors and detail are
incredible.

“Wow, this is
amazing.” I start to trace it with my fingers but instead lean in
and trace it with my tongue.

A shudder runs through
his whole body and he jerks forward. “Jesus, Yas, you almost made
me come like a horny teenager.”

I give the griffin one
last kiss and step back. “I’m sorry but I had to do it. My
fingers wouldn’t do it justice.”

“I’m not
complaining. I just want you to know how you affect me.”

“You-you affect me,
too.” And he does. I never thought of a back as being sexy but damn
if his isn’t. All those lean muscles under that tight, hot skin are
making me a little weak in the knees.

“Are you wet for me?”

I hesitate and then
answer honestly. “Yes, I’m always wet when you are around.”

“Fuck. I didn’t
think I could get any harder but damn if that didn’t do it.”

“Is this too much?
Should I stop touching you? I mean, we haven’t even kissed and I’m
not going to have sex with you tonight.”

He hangs his head and
doesn’t say anything for at least a minute and I start to back
away. “Don’t stop. Please. It
is
torture for me, but I want your hands on me. I can take
care of myself later.”

I move forward and trace the words
that cover his lower back.

We must learn to live together
as brothers or perish together as fools
. -Martin Luther
King, Jr.

“I’m guessing that
this is for your brothers but I am surprised by an MLK quote.”

“When we were
younger, my brothers and I fought so much that my mom finally told us
that we were fools for not appreciating each other. I saw the quote
one day and it reminded me of that.”

“You guys are closer
now, I mean you seem to be,” I say as I move back to the front of
him. He nods.

I look him in the eye
as I trace his last name, which covers him from one shoulder to the
other, just under his collarbone. “This one is self-explanatory,”
I say with a chuckle. His jaw is clenched so tight that his teeth
must be grinding and his lip is red around his piercing from where he
was biting it. I want to reach up and lick it better, but we aren’t
at that point just yet. “Only two more. Is it still okay?”

He gives me a terse nod
and I move my fingers to his right pec. His body is truly a work of
art and not just from his tats. He is lean but still beautifully
muscular. There is a light dusting of black hair on his chest, but
not enough to distract from his tattoos. He also has a six pack that
I will be touching very soon and I’m not sure how either of us is
going to survive that. For now, I focus on the swirling words just
above his currently hard nipple. “Alexandra Marie.” Ahh, this is
for Alex. I’m not surprised at all. I know how much he loves that
girl and I love that he has inked her name on him. I want to kiss
this one but I am afraid it will snap the tension that is barely
keeping us in place.

Instead, I move down to
the rows of numbers covering his stomach from the top of his ribs to
the edge of his low slung jeans. They are all 0s and 1s. “This is
called binary code, right?” I ask as I feather my fingers across
the ridges of his ribs and then his glorious abs. As I move lower, he
grabs my fingers.

“Yes. It’s part of
the first program that I created for our company.” He continues to
hold my hands in his. “I’m sorry but I have to stop you. I can’t
take any more.”

“Thank you for
letting me know about your tats. I’m sorry that I–I did this to
you. I really can’t have sex with you tonight. I’ll go now.” I
start to turn, but he grabs my arm.

“I don’t want you
to go, Yas. I just need to cool down a little. How about I go change
like I planned but I’ll throw in a cold shower? Will you wait for
me and we can grab some dinner from the main house or order
something?”

“I don’t want to
leave either. How about I go up to the house and grab us some food. I
can bring it back while you’re showering and then we can eat.”

“If you go up there,
you’ll get stuck with my parents and Alex for a little while at
least.”

“So, take a warm
shower and not a cold one.” I tell him, giving a meaningful look to
the bulge in his jeans.

“Fuck, Yas, you need
to go now,” he grounds out as I slip out the door.

* * *

Scott

I barely make it to the
shower before the need to take my cock in hand overwhelms me. Yasmin
touching my tats was one of the most erotic things I have ever
experienced. Damn, her hands felt good on me. I relive those
hands—and her mouth—while I tug and pull myself to completion. As
usual when I’m thinking of her, it’s intense and nearly brings me
to my knees. I need to have her soon. She told me not tonight, but
now that I have her in my house, I want her in my bed.

Wait, what? She’s in
my
house. I don’t
ever let a woman in my house. Shit. It’s too late now, I can’t
make her leave with some lame excuse. I tell myself that it doesn’t
mean anything and it is good that she doesn’t want to fuck. I don’t
know how I would explain the need to go outside to do it. That would
be a big mood killer for her, I think. No, I know it. She wanted to
be wooed so kicking her out of my house before fucking her senseless
would guarantee that I don’t see her again. And despite my fuck ups
and hang ups, I want more than one night with her.

I have to get myself
off two more times before I’m under control enough to go back
downstairs. As I come down the stairs, Yas is coming in the door with
the food. “Here, let me help.” I bound down the stairs and grab
some bags from her. I take them to the coffee table and start
unloading them. “They sent enough to feed an army. I’m glad that
you have a good appetite.”

When she doesn’t
answer or move into my line of vision, I turn to find her frozen in
place with tears glistening in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did you
want to eat in the dining room? I just thought we could hang out here
and it’d be more comfortable.” She shakes her head and I am even
more confused. “Tell me, Yas, what did I do?” I’m feeling a
little panicked now.

She swallows hard and
closes her eyes. “I’m
not
going to eat all of this food. I mean, I know I’m not thin and hot
like the pool party girls, but I don’t eat that much. I didn’t
even eat much when I came to the barbeque. Some big helpings of sides
but not much of anything else. I told you I couldn’t compete with
the skinny girls.” Tears are rolling down her cheeks and she is
shaking now.

What the fuck have I
done? I made this amazing girl cry by making a stupid remark even
though she
had
told
me that she couldn’t compete with those skanks at the party. But
hadn’t I told her that she was so much better than them? I must not
have been convincing enough.

I place my hands on her
arms as I speak. “Look at me.” She doesn’t respond and I move
one hand under her chin to tip it up to me. “Open your eyes and
look at me Yasmin.
Please
.”
The please seems to do it and her eyes open. Tears are still falling
from her eyes and I catch as many as I can with my fingers.

“Baby, I’m so sorry
for making you cry. I didn’t mean anything by what I said. I told
you once before that I like it that you have a good appetite. I also
told you that those pool skanks meant nothing to me. You mean
something to me, though.” I think she may mean everything to me but
I’m not ready to tell her that yet.

“You say that but you
haven’t seen me in a bikini or, umm… naked.”

“I
did
see you in a bikini. At the pool party. I may not have been next to
you, but you looked pretty damn hot from where I was sitting. I
haven’t seen you naked, but I
have
felt you pressed against me and I know how good that felt. I also
know that I couldn’t even get it up for Bikini Girl, as you call
her, but I just had to jack off three times in the shower because you
were touching my tats while you were fully clothed. So, don’t ever
think that you are not hot to me.”

She smiles then, a big
bright smile that lights up her whole face. “Three times? Really?”
I smile back and nod. “Wow. I’m sorry I fell apart. I obviously
have some body image issues. Although, I’m not willing to stop
eating good food so I can be thinner.”

“You could work out
with me. I mean, I definitely don’t want you to lose any of these
hot curves,” I tell her while gripping her hips. “But if you want
to get fit, I can help.”

“I’d like that.”

“Cool, we’ll figure
out a schedule later. For now, let’s eat. Do you want to watch the
new Star Trek movie?” I let her go and move to my Blu Ray
collection.

“Yes! I love that
movie.” I seriously think that I could fall in love with her.

Yasmin

We settle in on the
couch to eat and watch the movie. I finally have my wits about me
enough to look around. This is definitely a guy’s place. Dark wood
floors and black leather couches dominate the living room. There is
some cool comic book style artwork on the walls and a few family
pictures. It is an open, loft style floor plan with a small dining
area leading to an open kitchen with an island. The appliances are
all stainless steel and the countertops are black marble. I know
Scott’s bedroom and bathroom are upstairs since he said he was
going there to take a shower, so his workspace must be down the
hallway. I would love to see where he works.

“Umm, do you have a
bathroom down here too or only upstairs?” I ask, sounding kind of
like an idiot. I can’t tamp down this urge to catch a glimpse of
his workspace. I feel like it will show me more of him than this part
of his place.

“Yeah, it’s down
the hall to the right. I’ll get the movie ready if you need to use
it.” He gives me a sweet smile.

I practically jump off
the couch. “Great, thanks.”

I head down the hall
and note that the door across from the bathroom is open. I peek in
and hit the jackpot. It’s definitely his workspace with computer
parts and papers everywhere. Several desktop computers and
laptops—all different models and brands—cover counters that run
the length of the guesthouse. The upper shelves contain what looks
like every book ever made about computers and computer programming.
And then there are the toys. Pop! figurines of video game and Star
Wars and Star Trek characters are everywhere along with models of the
U.S.S. Enterprise and the Millennium Falcon. There are Mario figures
that look like they came from a Happy Meal and-

“What the fuck are
you doing in here?” Scott’s voice roars from behind me.

“I-I just wanted to
see where you work and the door was open.”

“You wanted to see
where I work? Who sent you? Who are you working for?” he asks,
grabbing my arm.

“Wh-what? No one sent
me! I knew that your workspace would be more ‘you’ than the
living room and I just had to see it. I’m sorry. I should have just
asked you.” I wrench my arm out of his grasp and head for the front
door.

“Yeah, you should
have. I would have said no, though.” I whip my head around as he
continues. “No one except my family is allowed in there. The
project that I am working on is wanted by our competitors who are
racing to try and put out something similar. Plus, it’s my personal
space. I don’t let anyone outside of my family into my personal
spaces.”

“You let me into your
house.”

“Yeah, I did. I still
don’t know what came over me.” He sees my look of horror and his
face softens. “No, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that I
invited you without thinking about the fact that you would actually
be coming into my place. I’m always so careful and with you, I just
asked you, I didn’t even think about it.”

“I’m glad you did
and I’m sorry that I went in there without permission. It’s so
cool, though. I loved all of the figurines and models mixed with
those computers and computer books.”

He gives me a shy
smile. “Yeah? You thought my nerd’s paradise was cool?”

“I did. Oh, and I
should also mention that you look even hotter than usual with those
glasses on. I think it’s time for me to give you my letter.”

“You like my glasses,
huh?” I nod. “What’s this about a letter?”

“I owe you a letter
and now is the perfect time to give it to you.” I reach into my
back pocket and hand it to him.

* * *

Scott

Scott

This one’s purple. Hmm. I turn it
over and slip the paper out of the unsealed flap. There are only four
words on the paper, but they are some of the best words that I have
ever read.

Kiss me please.

Yas

I turn and place the
paper and envelope on the hall table. Then, I reach out and cup her
cheeks. “My pleasure,” I whisper as I lean in and press my lips
to hers. She immediately kisses me back and it stays gentle and
closed lipped for a few minutes, our heads angled, lips slanted and
eyes closed. I’m holding her hips and she is clutching my biceps.

As she’s catching a
breath, Yas slips her tongue out and swipes it across my lip ring,
then sucks the ring into her mouth. I let out a low growl at how good
it feels. I let her play with it for what seems like hours but is
only minutes. Some of the hottest minutes of my life. I can’t take
it anymore and thrust my tongue into her mouth on her next breath.
She sucks my tongue in just like she did with my piercing and then
tangles her own tongue with mine. Her hands move from my arms to my
neck and she curls her hands into my still damp hair, scratching at
my scalp as she loses some control. We stumble to the couch and kiss
for at least an hour. I am not checking the clock or anything but I
know my lips are bruised and my body is on fire. Fuck if this girl
doesn’t taste even better than I imagined that she would.