18. Player
PLAYER
I stare at her coldly. She is out of breath, her cheeks are flushed, and I am as hard as a rock.
"I don't believe you,” I finally manage to say, my jaw so clenched that the words come out with difficulty."
She slowly shakes her head. “Why would I lie about that?"
"To throw me off balance, to play with me and turn the tables. To win the game."
She gives a small, bitter laugh. “Would the great Player be thrown off by an untouched virgin?"
Frustration and desire boil in my veins, and without thinking, I step towards Dixie. She returns my gaze without flinching. “You're lying", I state, towering over her.
"No."
That’s her only response. I furrow my brows as the idea sinks in. Dixie has never slept with a man.
No, that just doesn’t make any sense!
I stare at her through slitted eyelids. "You're trying to play with me, Alabama, but I’m not a kid anymore. You won’t make me believe you’ve never been fucked."
She purses her lips without responding, and I continue, " And frankly, even if that were the case, it wouldn’t make me hesitate for a single second."
I place my hand around her neck, not squeezing, just to show her that I now am in charge, controlling her. My attention drifts to her mouth, which I’ve just tasted and want to possess again.
Suddenly, the realization hits me. Alabama has managed to make me waver, because now I am seriously considering fucking her. Bitterness sets in, nobody has ever beaten me, and Alabama won’t be the first!
She wants to push me to the limit and play this little game? I’m her man!
"You’re a virgin?" I confront her.
She looks me straight in the eyes before affirming, "Yes."
"And you want us to fuck?"
I feel the pulsations of her heart against the tips of my fingers that still encircle her throat; the rhythm is rapid. Is it because she’s bluffing? I don’t need to think about it to understand that she’s doing everything she can to win the game.
Her eyelashes flutter a bit, and her voice is less sure when she whispers, "Yes."
And there you have it! That’s the lie that breaks the camel's back! I have to smirk bitterly, no woman in her right mind would want to lose her virginity to me. No, what they want is romance, a fucking luxury hotel room with rose petals on the floor, silk sheets, and all that kind of crap. Dixie thinks she can bamboozle me easily, but she’s wrong.
I am determined to push her to the limit of her bluff, even if it means fucking her if I have to.
My gaze slides from her face to stop at her chest. I swallow.
Fuck, she makes me so hard. My attention returns to her face, then I lock eyes with her before warning her, "You'll get off, Alabama, but I won’t be gentle, or sweet, and certainly not considerate. So think carefully. "
My face is so close to hers that our breaths mingle.
It’s not my style to be delicate with women.
I’ve never had to be because my conquests were more mature than me, which was perfect.
I don’t understand why Alabama attracts me, or what’s different about her that makes me seriously consider fucking her.
Maybe it’s the way she stands up to me and challenges me that excites me?
Yes, that’s possible. Fucking her would mean dominating her and ending the game we started.
That prospect is more than appealing to my eyes.
"I think you talk a lot but don’t act much, " she retorts.
A gleam of defiance shines in her eyes, and I have to make a big effort to contain the wild urge that her words provoke in me.
"Last chance, Alabama. You can stop it all now, and we’ll consider that I won by forfeit. Take the L."
Her body is pressed against mine, I feel her breasts brush against me with each of her breaths. My fingers are still wrapped around her throat, where the flutter of her pulse is even faster.
"I will not give in", she finally articulates. "Fuck me, Player."
Her consent is all I needed for the dam to break within me. I lean towards her, without taking my eyes off her. Her face tilts towards mine, her breath dies on my lips, and I take a deep breath.
There's not much that’s tender when I kiss her, I take what she gives me, ready to take even more of her. My tongue finds hers, provoking her without mercy.
Alabama moans softly, and that sound ignites me even more. She hooks her hands around my neck, pressing her body against mine. At this point, I’m not thinking anymore, it’s my instinct that takes over.
As tempting as the idea of fucking her in the middle of the living room, where our neighbors or anyone could catch us, is, I refuse to give Dixie an easy opportunity to interrupt what we have started.
I have crossed the line I had set for myself, and I will see it through to the end.
I dismiss that thought, replacing it with the taste of Dixie on my tongue, with her warmth against my body.
Despite our wet clothes, I am burning inside, so hot that I’m surprised steam isn’t rising from our clothes.
The door to my room slams behind us as I lead her inside, locking it behind her. I break away from Dixie to stare at her. She is breathing fast, and her face betrays the desire she feels.
The field of possibilities is infinite, and all sorts of ideas run through my mind. I want to take her in every way imaginable. My gaze slides over her body before going back up to her face:
"Turn around," I order.
She doesn’t hesitate and obeys. I smile, satisfied to see that she can be docile when needed.
Or at least… motivated. I move closer to her until I feel her ass against my lower hips.
My hands rest on her stomach, and I don’t hesitate, my left hand slips into her cleavage to the breast I am dying to caress, while my right hand goes in the opposite direction, to invade her panties again.
It would be so simple to penetrate her now, taking her deeply from behind. The idea of taking her without even having to remove her clothes thrills me deep inside, knowing I could mark more than her soul in a way.
Maybe another time.
I clench my teeth. There is no way this will happen again! Tonight, I am declaring a total victory, there will never be anything more between Alabama and me.
My left hand cups her breast, and she arches against me, pushing her firm asscheeks against my erection.
I growl softly without stopping to pinch her hard nipple between my fingers.
Between thunderclaps, I hear Dixie panting.
Soon, I will make her scream. I don’t care if our neighbors know what’s going on in this room.
On the contrary, listen in. Know what’s going on… and be jealous.
"Is this what you want, Alabama?" I whisper in her ear as I slide a finger inside her.
Her moan is the only answer I need. I continue to explore her.
She is wet, and I already imagine the satisfaction I will feel when I penetrate her.
I withdraw my hands, and Alabama lets out a small gasp of surprise.
But I quickly work to remove her dress, then I turn her around to face me.
The light in the room comes from the lightning that cracks through the sky outside and my bedside lamp.
Our gazes are locked on each other. Dixie shows no modesty, on the contrary, she stands straight in front of me as I admire her breasts still imprisoned in the lace of her bra.
"Undress", I order.
She blinks several times, then slowly raises her hands to slide the straps of her undergarment off her shoulders.
When the piece of lace hits the floor, I am captivated by the sculpted artistry, all natural, of Dixie’s breasts.
They are round, a bit heavy, her light tan areolas large, tempting. I lick my lips.
For a supposedly virgin girl, I find her brazenness thrilling. No, she is not who she claims to be, I know it.
"The rest too", I add.
She doesn’t obey and replies, "Only when you also take off your clothes."
Oh yes, she is much more experienced, and seductive, than she appears. Only a woman who knows herself and her desires would be able to walk the sexual tightrope the way she does. Without hesitation, I remove my clothes, leaving only my boxers.
Dixie’s gaze slides over my chest, my abs, she swallows when she sees the hard cock that my underwear can’t hide.
I have a satisfied smirk, that’s what she will have inside her.
Because I intend to possess her. Hooking my thumbs in the waistband, I slowly remove my boxers, watching her eyes as I emerge into view.
Dixie remains motionless in front of me and my hardness that stands straight out towards her, and I take things back into my hands.
I approach her, and squat down to remove her panties.
With the tip of my tongue, I trace a path along her thigh before straightening up and grabbing her by the waist to pull her against me.
She lets out a small cry of surprise, but I silence her with a long, deep kiss.
Dixie rises on tiptoe to respond to my embrace. My hands drift to her ass, which I grip firmly while lifting her. I guide us to the bed, but not mine, the unoccupied one.
I sit down with Dixie pulled into my lap, straddling me. I want her to ride me, but before that, I have something else in mind. I know she likes it when I squeeze her ass cheeks firmly while watching the reactions on Dixie’s face. She bites into her lower lip as if to contain a moan.
Oh, no, that won’t happen! She won’t be able to hold back when I make her come.
Slowly, without taking my eyes off her, I lean my head towards her offered throat, then with a quick movement, I catch a nipple between my teeth.
I suck it hard, eliciting a small cry from Alabama, who arches against me.
That’s exactly the reaction I was waiting for, and I plunge my fingers into her.
"So wonderfully wet", I growl before sucking her other nipple.
She doesn’t respond, but I perceive her ragged breath. My fingers delve into her heat before pulling out.
Dixie stares at me with curiosity when I present my index and middle fingers shiny with her excitement. "Lick."
Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head, but I insist. "You need to know what you taste like, Alabama."
My fingers press against her lower lip, but she doesn’t give in. So, with my free hand, I slap her buttock before fingering her again. When she opens her mouth in surprise, I put my fingers on her tongue.
Her gaze meets mine, and as if she suddenly comes to her senses, she sucks my fingers. She sucks them so hard that I have to restrain myself from lifting and filling her right now.
Fuck, she excites me so much!
I think for a moment that she reads my thoughts because she suddenly starts to undulate on my fingers that are still inside her. Her moisture and her warmth threaten to make me lose control, but I stay focused.
This embrace has the taste of a challenge, of a confrontation that neither of us is willing to lose.
I no longer think. All that matters is our breaths mingling when Alabama seeks my mouth to kiss me deeply. I taste her excitement on her lips, and that makes me want to go to the very source of her desire.