Game of Chance
Chapter 14
“Won’t you come and play with me?” she teased, sprawled out on the loveseat with her feet dangling over the edge.
“Contessa, I’m not really in the mood,” he said disinterestedly, not even bothering to take his eyes from the magazine he was reading on the opposite chair to the loveseat.
“Marshall, you’re always in the mood,” she replied saucily.
//
“All right,” she said clapping her hands together. “Why don’t we do something normal tonight?”
“Like what?” he stifled a yawn.
“We could go to the movies,” she suggested.
“You think I won’t get recognized?” he said snidely.
“You can put a hood on and some sunglasses. It’s a movie theatre, it’s dark, you know,” she reminded him.
“I guess,” he shrugged.
“Please?” she pleaded.
“Fine, go see what’s playing, and we’ll go.”
//
“I told you nobody would recognize you,” she whispered as they sat down in the darkened theatre.
“Thankfully.”
“Don’t be such a grouch,” she chided. “You’re beginning to annoy me with your attitude.”
“Am I?”
“Yes!” she said exasperated.
//
“What movie are you going to kill me with?”
“A chick flick,” she replied smugly.
He groaned.
//
“You lied,” he whispered.
“I know, it’s a shitty movie, huh?”
“If you knew that, why the hell did you pick it?”
“Because I wasn’t interested in the movie…” she explained and kissed him.
//
Marshall bit back a sigh. “I thought I told you I wasn’t—”
Before he could finish, Contessa straddled him, and forced him to accept her kiss and all the details that came with it—the subtle rocking of her hips against his thighs, her fingernails pressing into his scalp, and her breasts brushing his chest.
“Contessa,” he breathed.
“Yes?”
“Good movie pick,” he said with a grin and captured her lips with his.
//
“Oh, Marshall,” she sighed into his ear, desperately biting her lip to keep from moaning as she felt his fingers travel up her thigh.
“Turn around.”
She shot him a puzzled glance, but dutifully did what he’d instructed. He just grinned, and tugged on his belt while lifting her skirt up slightly. Instantly, he realized that she was sans panties, and he grew harder from the thought. After he tested her wetness, he slipped easily into her tight passage.
“Shit,” she whispered harshly.
Nervously, she scanned the theatre for any nearby people, but found it relatively empty—as she had hoped—but still, just seeing a few heads sparsely placed in the rows as well as people filtering in and out of the side aisles with drinks and food was driving her insane.
//
Her eyes were clamped tight, her lips bloody from her teeth slashing them, and she felt as if she’d die if she couldn’t let something out.
Marshall drove into her slowly, as he had been doing, it was almost gentle—he couldn’t go faster or harder, as he’d wanted to, because he hadn’t wanted to draw any attention.
“I wonder what you’d do if someone came up to us right now,” he whispered into her ear.
“I’d tell them to enjoy the fucking show!” she whispered angrily.
//
She could feel it—everything in her body was screaming for release; her blood was rushing, hot and liquid, through her body, coursing as another entity; molten adrenaline overwhelming her system as he drove into her deep and thoroughly. Her body felt like a time bomb, just seconds away from a deadly explosion.
When she felt Marshall’s blunt teeth dig into her shoulder, her body shuddered and shook as it detonated and blasted into millions of pieces of heaven—she could feel herself flying, soaring.
//
“I should’ve known you’d pull something like this,” he said after several minutes.
“Uh huh,” she murmured, unable to form a coherent sentence with the feeling of him still inside her and his hands cupping her breasts underneath her shirt.
“You’re pretty kinky, huh?”
“Only with you!” she assured him quietly.
“I hope so,” he replied and twisted her nipples between his fingers.
She drew in a deep breath, trying to keep quiet, but it neared the impossible when she felt his thumb press against her clit. He was doing it on purpose, she realized dimly.
“You’re killing me,” she whispered.
“Good,” he grinned.
Marshall teased it and tortured it, just barely applying pressure to her pleasure point. Without warning, he seized it and destroyed her as his fingers twisted and pressed harshly against her, sending her freefalling over and into ecstasy.
//
“Marsh, I think we should finish this at home,” she suggested almost inaudibly.
“No, we paid for a movie, and we’re going to get good use out of our money,” he replied, his voice was just a little bit cruel.
“I—I can’t take much more!” she whined.
“You’ll take everything I give!” he spat into her ear. “You get what you ask for,” he reminded her pointedly.
//
“Oh, god, Marshall—” she moaned brokenly.
He pushed between the curves of her bottom, pressing against the juncture of her thighs.
Her whole body coiled tightly into a spring of tension and anticipation.
//
“Marshall,” she said softly. “I need you to move.”
“Why?” he asked without moving.
“I need to—I need to clean up, damn it.”
He nearly laughed. “No, I want to be inside you until the movie ends.”
“There’s still an hour left!”
“I thought you liked it?”
“You’re not being fair.”
“So?”
“I—I can’t have you inside me and not get…”
“Not get what?” he asked innocently.
“Horny,” she whispered.
“Good, now pay attention to the movie.”
Angrily, she attempted to dislodge herself and move off his lap, but Marshall’s hands quickly locked her into place and were firmly holding her there.
“Two can play this game,” she murmured.
Chapter 15Author: zines@aol.com
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