Wicked Games: An Erotica Novella

Getting my hot ass in a cold shower became my first priority. Julissa had the room with the bathroom in it.so I headed directly to the bathroom in the hallway. I stripped and got in the tub, then turned on the shower. The freezing water hitting my hot skin was the shock to my system that I needed. I forced myself to stay under the cold spray and to not think about what had just happened minutes earlier in the kitchen or what could have happened. I planned my week out in my head. I needed to find an apartment that would rent to someone with no credit, no rental history, who didn’t have enough for a large deposit. Just thinking about it all was exhausting. And I was being forced to do it all before I was ready to because my sister thought a man, who I just found out wasn’t even interested in her, was going to propose. I swallowed back a frustrated scream.

“Tempest. “Jason called, as he pulled the curtain back, revealing himself. I jumped back against the wall and like an idiot I tried to use my small washcloth to cover my large frame in a foolish attempt to hide my body. It wasn’t extra weight, rounded belly, or my slightly saggy breast that I had me feeling self-conscious. I didn’t want Jason to see or have to explain the old wounds Malcolm had left behind.

“Don’t be shy now.” He taunted not seeming to notice any of things I was worried about.

I dropped my hand and the washcloth. “What -What are you doing in here? ”My heart pounded away in my chest.

I really like you, Tempest.”

I rolled my own eyes. “You like me or you want to fuck me? Because you being in here, right now and your behavior from earlier makes me think you want to fuck me.”

He leaned closer, giving me the most intense eye contact.

“You’re right, I do want to fuck you.” His voice dropped really low, to an octave that sounded sinful. “I want to fuck you so badly sometimes all I think about is fucking you. I spend hours imagining how I’m going to fuck you. Hard and fast. Slow and soft. You on top of me. You bent over a chair. My hand wrapped around your hair as I pound into you from behind. I’ve jacked off to just the thought of how it would feel to have those perfect pretty lips of yours wrapped around my dick in sixty-nine position, while I overdose on your pussy juices.” His eyes dropped low, “I bet you taste as good as you smell. Like cocoa butter and honey.”

He didn’t give me time to respond before continuing. Though I had no idea how would have responded to what he said.

“But even more than wanting to fuck you. I want to have the pleasure of lying next to you in bed after I’ve filled you with my cum. I want to have long conversations about nothing and everything with you. I want you to trust me with your secrets and your dreams, your fear. I want to do creep shit like watch you fall asleep. Why? Because I also like you. I’m fucking obsessed. That’s why I took the time to get to know you. I remember everything you ever told me. I know you want to be a lawyer. You’re loyal and giving. I know you’re not afraid of hard work. You like the color purple because it can be both sad and calming.

“Your favorite book is The Darkest Child. The author died before she wrote the sequel,but you still read it and imagine Tangy Mae ended up with a man who loved her enough to make up for the fact her momma couldn’t. Your favorite poem is Sympathy. You wouldn’t tell me why but I think it reminds you of your life. You’re the bird, trapped in the cage.” He paused. “Am I right?” I couldn’t help but nod my head and be awed by the fact that this man had actually listened to my ramblings remembering nearly verbatim what I had said.

His words were equivalent to a shot of dopamine. They washed over me doing exactly what I knew he intended them to do, fill me with pleasure.

Laying my hand on my stomach I tried to calm the butterflies flapping around there.

“You can’t say stuff like that to me. “Lust bled from my words.

He ran his tongue across his teeth while eyeing my naked frame with some much want and need, it made me uneasy. I would have taken a step back if I weren’t already pressed against the shower wall.

“Why not. My feelings for you scare you?” He challenged.

I stuttered out the one word I could form. “No.”

He shook his head,“you lie a lot. Thank God you’re not good at it.”

Choosing to ignore his comment. I cleared my throat. “You have to go, Jason.”

His face went flat and tight as if he were actually contemplating leaving. The thought of him giving up so easily made my chest ache a bit.

After a beat passed, he shook his head.

“I wish I could. I have a feeling I’d save myself a lot of trouble if I walked away right now, but I don’t want to and ain’t no way I can leave this room without least touching you.”  He warned before reaching into the bathtub and turning off the water. He stepped into the shower with me. I didn’t know whether to run or scream, or fight but truthfully, I didn’t attempt to do any of those things. Using his entire body, he pressed into me, trapping me against the wall.

I halfheartedly shoved him away, but his big ass didn’t even budge.

“I can’t do this, Jason. Get out, please.” I was nearly begging him to be strong enough to walk away for the both of us.

“You really want me to go? “His lips lingered over mine.

I fought against the urge to lean forward and kiss him.

“Yes.” the lie burned my tongue.

He gave me a dirty smirk, then reached between us and flicked my hard nipple.

“Are you sure? You don’t look like you want me to go.”

My tongue became glued to the roof of my mouth. I couldn’t tell another lie, not while his fingers crept down my rounded belly. Just before he reached my pussy, he switched course and slid his hand slowly over my wet skin to my right hip. He kneaded the muscle there, massaging it. A shiver ran down my spine.

“I can see in your eyes you want everything I have to offer. So, I’ll ask you again. Are you sure?”

I frantically nodded. “Yes, I don’t want this.”

He laughed and slid his hand to the juncture of my thighs, which spread on their own volition.

“You shouldn’t lie to me, Tempest, and least of all to yourself.’

His thumb brushed against my swollen clit. A low hiss slipped past my lips. He began massaging me in a circular motion that caused my eyes to roll to the back of my head.

“How about this? I’ll make you cum with my fingers. If you don’t want to do anything else. I’ll leave, if you do, we go from there.”

It was bordering on humiliating how fast I agreed. “Okay.” I moaned, giving in. I told myself I really I had no choice but to. Once he touched my pussy it was either allow him to give my body much needed relief or I’d combust. I hadn’t had an orgasm that wasn’t self-induced in nearly six years. I needed it.

Just one time, I’d be selfish one time in my life.

A predatory smile came to his lips and I almost regretted agreeing.

He continued his manipulation as he leaned forward. He used his free hand to tilt my head, exposing the column of my neck, giving himself better access. He teased my skin with his tongue. Then pressed a series of kisses along the right side of my throat and down my shoulder as his finger glided through my folds. He bit into my shoulder at the same time he plunged two fingers deep into my pussy. Splaying his free hand against my stomach he held me firmly against the wall.

I tucked my lips into my mouth to keep from crying out. My breathing was a mess though, I couldn’t seem to catch it no matter how hard I tried.

“Why are you so quiet. You wanna cum, don’t you Tempest?” He taunted.

“Yes-s.” I panted. I could feel my heart in my throat.

“Tell me to make you cum” he demanded.

Like a puppet I obeyed. “Make me cum.” I managed to breath out.

His fingers sped up.

My legs were trembling. Heated blood rushed through my veins.

He maneuvered his fingers deeper making my eyes snap shut.

My greedy cunt clenched down on the digits. I was suffocating.

He trailed kisses to my mouth, breathed heavily against my lips. I wanted him to kiss me. My tongue ventured out, initiating the kiss he wouldn’t. He chuckled but slid his tongue between my lips and twirled it against mine. Giving me just a taste of him before he pulled away. He caught my bottom lip between his teeth then let go.

“Am I a little boy right now, Tempest?

I frantically shook my head.

“What am I, Tempest?”

“Jason.” I gasped.

His fingers slowed down.

I whined.

“I asked what I am Tempest, not who.”

I caught on quickly.

“You’re a man.”

His fingers picked up pace.

The muscles in my stomach tightened.

He dipped his head and swirled his tongue around my large areola before he sucked the painfully tight nipple into his mouth. He then repeated the action, showing the same affection to my other breast, spurring me on. I started fucking myself on his fingers, chasing euphoria. It wasn’t long before I caught it. It hit me hard, curling my toes. My whole body vibrated from the release, heightening my senses. I could swear I heard Jason’s shorts drop to the wet tiled shower floor and heard the blood rushing in his veins. But as my orgasm waned me my conscience began again to kick my ass.

You can stop this right now, Tempest. I coaxed myself mentally.

Jason bent his tall frame awkwardly and pressed his hard-thick heated flesh against my dripping slit.

“Wait,” I pressed my palm against his rapidly beating heart. I was really trying to do the right thing. Even though everything in my wanted to live in the moment and let him fuck the shit out of me.

I was caught off guard by the way he slapped my hand away. “No, no more games. No waiting anymore. I waited too long, already. No more denying you or me what we need. I won’t allow you.”

He pressed forward. Just the head of his dick inside of me felt too good for me to attempt to try again at stopping him, the words no or stop never left my mouth.

My self-control had dissipated, floating into the ether along my dignity.

I spread my legs for him as he pushed more dick into me. He was too tall to actually fuck me while we both stood. He cradled my ass as he lifted me up in one easy movement. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking them together, horrified that he’d drop me, but not enough to tell him to put me down.

He plunged into me, giving me his full length, forcing my pussy to accommodate his girth. I sucked in a deep breath. My heart was beating so fast and he felt so good.

His dick was so fat and hot.

“Got damn this pussy feels better than I imagined.” He groaned.

He rotated his hips and immediately found my spot and started drilling it. My hand left his arms and wrapped around his shirt, pulling him closer. I shut my eyes and buried my head in his neck, licked his sweat-slicked skin. He sped up, using gravity to assist him along, he’d raised my ass. I’d fall then he’d do it all over again. My body began to tighten, building tension. I could feel another orgasm coming, inching closer to the surface.

“Don’t stop, please, Jason.” Slipped from my lips egging him on. My voice was an octave pass needy.

“I thought you didn’t want this dick, now you’re begging for it.” He sounded extra cocky, but at the moment he had the right to. He was hitting a newly found spot inside my pussy with precision and it only got better when he spread my ass cheeks, which allowed him to push deeper. I opened my mouth to say something, what I didn’t know, only gibberish flew out.

He paused to stare in my eyes.

“Look at me.” He demanded. I had to force my eyes to cooperate.

“I deserve this pussy don’t I, baby?”

Anything he said or asked I would have agreed with. I nodded my head,

“Tell me. Say Jason, you deserve this pussy.”

The tips of his finger glided over my wet skin, he caressed my cheek, my neck, my collarbone, sending chills within my flesh.

“You deserve this pussy.” I moaned.

His groaned and his dick jerked inside me.

“That’s right and You know I’m not about to pull out of this pussy, I earned the right to cum in it, right?”  He was telling me he was about to cum in me.

I nodded. The fact that I was agreeing to him doing it confirmed that his dick had robbed me of my common sense but at the moment I didn’t care. I’d think about the consequences later. I just wanted him to make me feel good. I was so close to cuming again and I knew feeling him exploding inside of me would make it happen. He rocked his hips upward twice more, then his body tensed.

“Motherfucker!” He let out a growl mixed with a groan. I was right, the sound of him and the feel of him throbbing inside me was enough to set me off. The orgasm rocked my equilibrium. My head swam. My entire body tensed. Nothing could make me feel better in that moment I thought, but then his lips met mine, he kissed me, deep and slowly, and somehow softly all at the same time. The way no man had ever kissed me before, he had me feeling like I was floating. I sucked his tongue like I wanted to suck his dick until I came to my senses. Panting, I pulled away, turned my head I laid my cheek against the cool tile, forcing myself back to reality. He wasn’t mine. I couldn’t stand it.

I wanted to scream and throw a fit about it.

We were both breathing rapidly, our chests rising and falling together when he pulled out of me, I felt his cum slide down my inner thighs, evidence my betrayal.

“Tempest,” he called my name. I refused to look at him. He held me there against the wall until both our bodies relaxed and our breathing slowed. Then he palmed my face, made me confront him head on.

“Look at me, Tempest.” He squeezed my jaw until I did. My brown eyes clashed with his green.

He pulled his head back and studied me. Something lingered in his eyes. He was trying to convey his feelings to me. Feelings I wasn’t trying to understand. He was my sister’s boyfriend. We didn’t need an understanding about anything. We just needed to forget what happened. Forget what we did, no matter how good it felt and hoped Julissa never found out. I closed my eyes to escape, withdrawing back into myself, shutting him out. I rested my head back against the cool tile, willing him to go.

“Ok, I can see you need time to reconcile what just happened.” It wasn’t a question.it was a statement. “I’ll give you time.”

My eyes remained closed.

He pressed a soft kiss to my lips then he finally pulled away. I heard his footsteps against the tile floor. I opened my eyes in time to watch the bathroom door close.

When he was gone, I exhaled a shaky breath. You really fucked up this time, Tempest. Shaking my head, I turned on the hot water and slid down against the shower wall until I was sitting in the tub with the water raining down on me. The water had turn cold when I finally felt brave enough to leave the bathroom wrapped in my robe. I walked right past my room. I told myself I was going to make sure the front door was secure. But I really went looking for Jason and I was disappointed when I found the house empty.

Heading back to my room, I paused outside of Julissa’s room door. I put my ear to it hoping to hear him, my hand hovered over the knob. Then I realized what I was about to do. I snatched my hand back. I had no business in her room. I was obviously losing my fucking mind. I backed away from her door and hurried to my own room.