"I could look at you for hours on end, beautiful." Hearing him call me beautiful caused my stomach to flutter like thousands of butterflies fluttering about. Golden eyes stared down at me; eyes dancing with mischief. "What do you say to a friendly game of cards?" He asked, cupping my cheek in his big hand. I couldn’t help it. My body reacted on its own accord and leaned into the warmth.
"Okay," I breathed. There was enough sexual electricity between us that you could have lit all of New York with it. He reached into a small drawer beneath the sink and pulled out a pack of playing cards. I followed him over to the small nook and sank into the seat.
"What do you say to a friendly game of Strip Twenty-One?" He asked, quirking a dark brown brow at me. My mind raced as my good and bad conscience fought with one another. I knew where this was headed and I wanted him so bad. My power of resistance was incredibly low as I looked into his warm gaze. I couldn’t seem to get the word, “No” to move past my lips, so I nodded in agreement.
Damn!
He shuffled and reshuffled the cards before dealing out two cards each. "Ladies first." He grinned wickedly at me. Chewing my bottom lip, I slowly turned over my cards. Staring up at me was a ten of hearts and an eight of diamonds. "Eighteen," he said. My eyes moved to his strong hands, where he drummed his long fingers on top of his cards, as if he were trying to make me sweat. Licking my bottom lip, I watched as he flipped over his cards. Relief flooded my body when he revealed a nine of clubs and a two of hearts. I couldn't hold back the smile that spread across my face. My eyes met his and I quirked a brow.
"Your call," he said, winking at me.
"I'm not sure that's how you play the game. Don't we start with something small, like socks or something?" I asked, only because I knew that I would lose a hand at some point and I could see him going straight for the pants or shirt.
"New rules, we get to pick what we want the other person to remove," he replied, and I was pretty sure he wanted me to get him naked, then and there, but I thought I would change it up a little.
"Socks," I said, smiling sweetly.
"Not wearing any," he answered. I looked under the table, only to find that he was telling the truth. He was barefoot. My eyes searched his body, taking in all articles of clothing he was wearing.
"Watch," I told him, and watched as he took it off and laid it off to the side.
Then it was my turn to deal the cards. When he revealed his cards this time, he had a total of twenty-one, and I knew that I was pretty much screwed, unless I had the same total. After flipping my cards over and looking at them, my heart began to flutter, and my stomach flipped as I took in the two of diamonds and four of clubs. I was so screwed. "Go ahead!" I snapped "Let's get it over with," I said as I roll my eyes at him.
"Alright," he said, letting his eyes rake over my body, causing a shiver to run down my spine. "Remove your t-shirt," he said, giving me that damn panty-melting smile that got me every time. I grasped the hem of my shirt, lifted it over my head, and tossed it on the table, on top of his watch. My nipples hardened under the heat of his stare, and all I could think about at the moment was the way his calloused fingers felt as they pinched and tugged at them the last time we were together.
Ugh! I'm in trouble.
When the cards were revealed this time, I was still on the losing end.
"Get rid of the pants, Sweet Cheeks," he commanded. His eyes were now darker brown and full of lust. Unfolding my legs from the bench seat, I stood and slowly worked the black yoga pants over my thighs, and down to my ankles where I stepped out of them and then kicked them to the side. I said a prayer, thanking the underwear gods that I had worn a matching set that day: a pink, lace bra and matching pair of boy shorts.
Before I was able to take my place at the table, he was up and out of his seat, standing in front of me with one hand on my waist and the other gripping the hair at the nape of my neck. He took my mouth in a feverish kiss. His lips and hands skated over my neck and shoulders. I felt as if all the air had been sucked out of the bus. I tried to catch my breath, to calm my racing heart, but there was no use. I remembered how good he could make me feel, and my body was screaming at me to just let go and let it happen. His teeth nipped at my bottom lip, and then he sucked on it. God, he tasted like mint and Dr. Pepper. My fingers slid into his hair and I tugged lightly, causing a groan to sound in the back of his throat. He pulled back, panting, and rested his forehead against mine.
"I want to fuck you. No, I need to fuck you," he said, his lips searing into mine.
"Then do it," I breathed. I tugged a little harder on his hair. His hands moved to my hips, where he dug his fingers in deep, almost painful, before scooping me up and carrying me to my bedroom. He kicked the door closed. He let my body slide slowly down his until my feet touched the hardwood floor.
"There is something wrong with this picture," I said, before placing a kiss in the center of his chest.
"What's that babe?" He asked, cupping my face is his big hands.
"You have on way too many clothes," I told him. He reached behind his head, grabbing the neck of his shirt; I pulled it off in one swift movement. My hands immediately went to the button on his jeans and made fast work of stripping him of them. I smiled up at him when I discovered that he was commando. His thick cock stood proud and I toyed with the piercing with my fingertips. He reached behind me and unhooked my bra, letting it fall free of my shoulders and land at my feet. He slid his fingers beneath the elastic of my boy shorts, pushed them down my legs, and I kicked them to the side. When his warm mouth covered my nipple, my brain clouded with lust and need. I couldn't form a complete thought. I just knew that I needed him to fuck me, and fuck me hard. I wrapped my arms around his neck and climbed his body like a tree. I kissed him as if my life depended on it. Our kissing turned frantic as we devoured each other with our lips. I was pretty sure I would be covered in “love bites” the next day, but I didn’t fucking care. All I cared about was satisfying the intense pulsing between my thighs. He crawled up the bed, with me still clinging to his body. I felt my back hit the cool, silk comforter as his body hovered over mine. I opened my thighs and he settled in between as if we were made for each other. I could feel the heat of his skin and the cool metal of his piercing resting at my opening.
"Don't stop," I said, pulling him down for another kiss. He lifted his hips and entered my body in one hard thrust. "Linc!" I gasped as his piercing moved over my internal bundle of nerves. "Harder!" I cried, while tugging hard on his hair.
"Baby, if you keep pulling my hair like that, I won't be able to control myself," he said, still thrusting at a steady pace.
"Don't hold back,” I said, tugging hard enough to pull his head back. He thrust into me hard, over and over, and with every hard thrust, my body moved up the bed. I wondered to myself if the people passing in cars could see the bus rocking. His hand slid up my side and he cupped my breast where he squeezed and massaged with a firm grip. A familiar tingle began deep in my belly and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. "Linc, I'm close," I whimpered against his sweat slicked shoulder.
"I know baby, so am I," he grunted. "Come with me Honesty. Come now!" He shouted as he thrust into me so hard that my head hit the headboard, but I didn't care. My whole body shattered, as bright colors burst behind my eyelids. His muscles tensed above me as he filled me with hot jets of his cum. We lay there for several long minutes in silence as we both tried to catch our breath and calm our racing hearts.