The Games We Play Vol. 2 (Riley Grayson) (7 page)

Her phone dinged. Another message.
What’re u up to?

She responded:
Driving
. She really should not be texting and driving. It was crazy dangerous and her parents were always lecturing her about it. They even made her go in one of those simulators before they’d let her get her license. It was terrifying and she’d thrown up after.

But this was Riley, and she didn’t want him to think she was blowing him off by not responding. So she risked it, keeping one eye on the road and one hand on the wheel and began texting back when her phone dinged again.

Coming to see me I hope ;)

Ali was so shocked by his response she jerked on the steering wheel, swerving into the opposing lane. Several cars honked their horns. She yanked the wheel again, getting back in her own lane. She’d been horny every moment since she’d left his house. And now that he was flirting with her like this, her libido throbbed out of control. She needed to see him. Long before Saturday night.

Smiling, she replied, still keeping a firm eye on the road to avoid another near collision:
Tell me where u r and I will
.

She wouldn’t hesitate to turn the car around and go to him. Paying her tuition could wait until tomorrow. Her father would more than likely stay late at the office like he usually did, so he wouldn’t get the receipt until tomorrow anyway.

But she immediately regretted her words. She sounded entirely too desperate

Working :(

Ali’s mood dropped and she frowned. So much for an afternoon delight. She should have been the one to direct their conversation. God, she needed some relief. Her mind was clouded by just the thought of him. Maybe she could somehow get a picture of him and masturbate. Something to alleviate the ache in her clit. Of course that wouldn’t do anything but take the edge off. It wouldn’t satisfy her, that was for sure. But it would be better than nothing.

Bummer
, she typed back.
Your loss ;)
Yes, that was how to turn the tables.

*groan* You’re telling me. Lol.

Her eyes widened and she laughed. She couldn’t believe Riley was flirting with her like this. He didn’t strike her as the type of guy to be fun and flirty and playful. He’d been so quiet and serious the night of the party. He was definitely the silent, brooding type. So experiencing this side of him was quite a shock. But she wasn’t going to deny she liked it. A lot.

So take a break
, she texted.

Wish I could.

“Oh, how I wish you could, too,” Ali mumbled to herself. Talking to him made her giddy, but it was also depressing knowing they both wanted each other, right now, but couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

Gotta get back to work. Ttyl

Lame
. Ali sighed and tossed her phone into the passenger’s seat. Looked like she was stuck paying her tuition bill after all. How fun. Not!

***

Riley re-read through his conversation with Ali, smiling, then tucked his phone away. He had honestly only meant to say hi, but then he couldn’t help himself from flirting with her. Man, if he wasn’t on such a tight deadline to finish this project by the end of the day, he would’ve given her directions to meet him. Just texting with her, knowing she was so eager for him, made his cock hard. It was a good thing he’d worn baggy jeans today. He didn’t want to have to explain to Veronica why he was sporting a massive erection at work.

His phone buzzed. He pulled it back out of his pocket and looked at the screen. It was a picture of Ali. Naked. “Holy fuck.” Riley actually stumbled back a step or two. He sure as shit hadn’t expected that, but hot damn. He reached down and adjusted his cock, moaning at the sensation of his touch.

God, he was so horny he was ready to fuck the first person to walk through that door. Of course, the person he really wanted was Ali. He looked at her picture again, his dick jerking in response. He looked around to see who was in the area before reaching in the front of his pants and stroking his cock a few times, his gaze trained on the naked picture of Ali. Then he had a wild idea. He would send her a picture back. He took a picture of his erection and sent it before he could change his mind.

He couldn’t necessarily stand here in the Amped office and rub one out, but God it felt good to stroke himself, to look at her perky breasts and neatly trimmed pussy. He gave his shaft a firm squeeze before pulling his hand out of his pants. The door was locked. He always kept it locked so no one would disturb him. Only Veronica had a key, and he’d hear her in plenty of time to put his junk away. And the windows were into the building were still covered since he hadn’t finished the conference room mural yet. No matter how hard his dick throbbed or how much he wanted to rub one out, he knew this was not the place.

Riley continued to stare at her picture. Damn she had a gorgeous body. Curves in all the right places. He vividly remembered what it felt like to slide his dick inside of her hot, wet, tight pussy. His hips jerked forward involuntarily and his dick twitched at the front of his pants, knocking at the zipper just begging to be released.

Damn. This was absolute torture. His phone beeped again. It was another picture of Ali. This time her legs were spread wide, her fingers buried in her pussy. He couldn’t believe it. Ali didn’t seem like a girl who would be into sending nude photos of herself.

That was when Riley lost it. Saturday could not get here fast enough. And when it did, he was going to fuck every inch of her: her mouth, her pussy, her ass. He was even going to get her to touch herself so he could watch. That would be so damn hot.

Riley grabbed a clean paint rag and wiped the brush he had been using. He stared at his painting, trying so damn hard to not pick up his phone and scroll through the photos of Ali again. A few more deep breaths and he felt slightly better, but he knew if he looked at those pictures again he’d have no choice but to leave for the day and go find her.

Sighing, he sent a quick text back to Ali:
Saturday. Can’t wait
.

A response came almost immediately:
Me neither
.

“Riley?” Veronica knocked on the door, then unlocked it and stepped inside. “Is everything all right? The secretary said she heard a strange noise from in here.”

“Uh, yeah.” He turned to face her, dragging a hand through his hair. “I was just frustrated. I tend to make noises and talk to myself when that happens. Sorry.”
At least she hadn’t come to check on the noises,
he thought. He must have been so into the photos he didn’t even realize he’d made any sounds.

“Anything I can do to help?”

His heart rate spiked. Shit. Had she been here a few moments ago, he would’ve jumped on that offer and given her exactly what she’s been after since New Year’s Eve. Thank God he was calmed now. He didn’t need to be tempted by his hot ass boss more than he already was.

“No, thanks. I think I’m just about finished, though. I only need to fill in this area over here with a bit more color.” He pointed to a small section in the corner.

“Hmm.” Veronica tapped her finger to her lips and approached the section of wall he’d pointed to. “I’m not sure.” She took several steps back so she could get a big picture view of that wall. Then she shook her head. “No. I think it’s perfect just the way it is.”

Riley smiled. “All right. Well, then I guess I’m officially done.”

Veronica turned to him and smiled, her gaze drifting down his body. “Yes, I guess you are. Follow me to my office and I’ll get you a check.” She turned on her heel and walked out. Riley followed.

Once in her office, she unlocked one of her desk drawers and pulled out two checks. “This one is final payment for the conference room. And this one is a down payment for your next project.” She handed him the checks in tandem.

“And what is my next project exactly?”

“You’ll find out tonight. Over dinner. I’m taking you out to celebrate a job well done.” She winked.

Riley suppressed a groan. Dinner? He couldn’t. She was too sexy for him not to be tempted. And even though he wanted to have sex with Veronica, he knew it wouldn’t be the best of choices. But what if she did come on to him? Would he be able to say no? He wasn’t so sure of himself. He was weak and he knew it.

“Where and when?” he asked.

“Seven. I’ll send a car to pick you up.” She sat down behind her desk and gathered a stack of papers in front of her. “That’s all for today,” she said without looking up.

Riley stared at her for a brief moment before leaving her office and going back to the conference room to gather his supplies and clean up. Maybe this was just going to be dinner after all. That would be good.

“I cannot believe you did that, Ali!” Hilary shouted over the loud music.

Ali laughed and shrugged. She couldn’t believe she had either. It felt good. Real good. She was riding high on confidence and the coat tails of freedom. “He did it, too!” she shouted back. Then she took out her cell phone and pulled up the picture Riley had sent her, holding it out for Hilary to see.

Hilary’s eyes widened and her mouth formed an “O”. “Holy shit!” Hilary took the phone from Ali and brought it closer to her face. “Jesus, Ali. He’s fucking huge! No wonder you’ve been going on and on about him incessantly.”

Ali playfully smacked her friend, then took her phone back, admiring the picture again. She practically had the image memorized, seared permanently into her brain. Riley’s hard cock, his hand wrapped around himself. She’d stared at it for almost half an hour before getting in the shower, and then she’d masturbated to the image. Was it Saturday yet?

“Told you,” Ali said with smug satisfaction. “He’s totally worth it.”

“Yeah, you did. Repeatedly.” Hilary winked, and then shifted on her bar stool, looking out at the crowd. “Think any guy in here is as big?”

“I doubt it.” In Ali’s mind, Riley was a sex God. No one would ever measure up to him, but it might be fun to try. “What’s the game plan?”

“We each find a guy or two, flirt with him, and then get him alone to see if he, ahem, measures up.” Hilary laughed. “Loser buys drinks the rest of the night.”

“Okay,” Ali hesitated, knowing she could wait until Saturday. “You’re on.” Ali sipped from her drink and visually perused the crowd much like a predator stalks its prey, watching and waiting for the perfect victim.

There was a tall, black haired guy in the corner who was kind of cute. He had wire rimmed glasses that made him look smart and sophisticated as opposed to nerdy. Hilary had once told her that the nerdy guys tended to have bigger penises, but that she could never find herself attracted to them. According to Hilary, they wanted to spend just as much time talking as they did fucking, and Hilary found that to be a waste of time. They just weren’t her type. She liked older, sexier and men with money.

Ali didn’t mind, though. She and Pat used to talk and have sex all the time. Of course, she’d been in a long term committed relationship with Pat, which was much different than Hilary’s revolving door of one night stands.

Next to the glasses guy was a shorter, muscle bound guy. He was cute, too, with a military cut and tattoos. He was a bit too muscular for Ali’s tastes. She liked a guy who took care of himself, but when the muscles were so big they distorted the rest of his body, no thanks! She liked strong, sure, but she didn’t need the Hulk.

She continued to let her gaze roam slowly over the room. For the first time since arriving, she realized how packed this place was with couples. There didn’t appear to be very many single guys here and it was a bit disappointing.

Not that she was specifically looking for a guy to go home with, but it would be nice to have the chance to at least find someone worthwhile to dance with and maybe even flirt with enough to get a free drink or two. 

Ali’s gaze moved toward the door, and what she saw made her whole body freeze. He was here. Pat! And he had some tall, blonde bimbo hanging on his arm, smiling, leaning into him, kissing his cheek. Ali’s stomach rolled, and it took every ounce of control and concentration not to throw up on the bar floor. What the hell was he doing here with that girl? His last Facebook status stated he was headed back to school. He wasn’t even supposed to be in town, let alone at this specific bar. Ali was sick with jealousy.

“Hilary, I want to go.” Ali elbowed her friend in the arm.

“Go where? Did you find someone already? Who’s the guy you think is hung like a donkey?” Hilary laughed and looked at her friend.

Ali shook her head. “No, I mean, I want to leave. Go somewhere else.”

“Why? I was only kidding about bringing someone home.”

Ali nodded toward the door where Pat and his new girlfriend still stood, talking to someone Ali didn’t know.

Hilary followed Ali’s gaze. “Oh, hell no! What the fuck is he doing here? And who is that hanging all over him?”

“His new girlfriend, apparently.” Ali turned and set her half full drink on the bar. It suddenly tasted very sour and she no longer trusted her stomach to keep it down if she continued to drink it.

“That’s his new girlfriend? Honey, if it is true, trust me you’re much hotter than that slut.”