Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Theo
I knew something was wrong the second I opened the apartment door. Not a bad wrong, exactly. No, this was worse.
Cameron was up to something.
The Monopoly board was set up on the coffee table/chest. Cameron lounged on the couch in his joggers, socked feet up, his arms crossed behind his head. He looked pleased.
Then I reconsidered.
He looked smug.
I dropped my laptop bag onto the armchair. “What are you up to? And why do I feel as though I’m about to regret this?”
Cameron grinned. “Because you’re smart.” He paused. “You’ve been gone a while. Did you get a lot done at the café?”
I nodded. “So now I’m all yours for the evening.” I glanced at the board. “And apparently, we’re playing Monopoly. That wasn’t on my To Do list for tonight, I must admit.”
He chuckled. “I’ll bet. Don’t worry, we’ll get to more… physical pursuits later.”
I grinned. “So there’s hope for me yet?” I stepped closer, eyeing the stacks of cards. “Where’s Community Chest?”
Cameron tilted his head and gave me an innocent look.
Yeah, way too innocent.
“Right there.” He pointed to the board.
I arched my eyebrows. “I don’t recall Community Chest being written with a Sharpie.” I took another glance. “Oh, would you look at that. So are the Chance cards.”
“Think of them as… special.” Something wicked threaded through the word. Then he bit his lip. “We don’t have to play.”
I paused, exhaled, then shrugged off my jacket. I joined him on the rug, cross-legged on the other side of the coffee table. “Okay. One game.”
I needed to decompress after hours of slaving away over a hot laptop anyway.
Cameron’s grin was all kinds of evil. “I’m the banker. And I guarantee one game will not be enough.”
I had a feeling he was right.
The first few turns were normal. I bought Mayfair, and set my sights on Park Lane. Cameron rolled doubles and crowed as if he’d won the lottery. We bickered about rent, about rules, about which was the best piece, the boot or the Scottie dog.
Then I drew the first Community Chest card. I flipped it over—and blinked.
Hold eye contact with your opponent for thirty seconds. No talking.
I laughed. “That’s it?”
Cameron reached down to the floor and pulled up my egg timer. He twisted it. “Starting now.” His gaze was warm and unhurried. There was no pressure or expectation.
It was as if I was bathing in his gaze. It felt wonderful. Thirty seconds passed without me even noticing. Then the timer pinged, and I looked away.
“Thank you.” There was no mistaking the sincerity in Cameron’s voice.
I coughed and picked up the dice. “Okay, back to the game.” Except I landed on Chance.
Cameron grinned. “Ooh, now what?”
The first one had given me confidence that I could face whatever he’d concocted.
“Let’s find out.” I picked up the top card, turned it over, and the breath caught in my throat.
Bank error in your favour. Collect one slow kiss—redeemable anywhere, anytime.
Okay, this is more like it.
I flashed him the card, then crooked my finger. “I’d like to collect it now, please.” I patted my lap. “With you sitting right here.”
Cameron’s eyes twinkled. “Oh, I think I can do that.” He got up, walked around the chest, and straddled my lap. I cupped his nape and drew him down into a lingering kiss. He started a slow grind, and I moaned, feeding the sound into his mouth.
“Fuck.”
Cameron rolled his hips, and I could feel his hard dick against my belly.
I swallowed. “This is… fighting dirty.”
“I was taught by the best.” He grinned. “And that would be you.”
I flipped us, lowering him to the floor on his back, lying between his thighs that spread for me, rocking my own erect shaft over his. “Sure you want to carry on with the game?” Another slow grind.
Cameron gave a breathless chuckle. “Yes.” When I blinked, he laughed. “But that’s only because I know what’s on the remaining cards, and trust me, there’s more to come.”
Fuck, I was intrigued.
I sat up. “If this doesn’t live up to all your hype, you’re going to owe me, big time.”
“If it doesn’t, you can claim whatever you want as a reward.”
I grinned. “That’s what I call living dangerously. I’ve got a very good imagination.”
And when was the last time I had this much fun?
Cameron
I had to admit, this was one of my better ideas.
It had taken me most of the morning to come up with the cards, with a lot of crossing out before I created the final versions, but I’d finally decided on which ones I would use. Some were more blatant than others, but that first one had been…
Unexpected.
I threw the dice, and we were soon back into the throes of the game, but the glances Theo kept throwing at the cards told me plenty.
He’s enjoying this.
Mission accomplished.
When I landed on Chance, I had no idea which task awaited me, but anticipation trickled through me as I turned the card over.
Unexpected windfall. Remove one item of clothing, then hand it over. Your opponent gets to choose it.
I smiled.
Theo arched his eyebrows. “Don’t keep me in suspense. Share.”
I turned it around slowly. “Well?” I grabbed my ankle. “Want my sock?” I teased.
Theo gave a slow shake of his head. “I’ll have your joggers, please.”
I gave an exaggerated swallow. “But I’m not wearing anything under them.”
He grinned. “I know.”
Yeah, Theo was having way too much fun with this.
I stood and eased them down over my hips, my cock bobbing up, flushed and thick. I folded the garment before handing it to him.
Theo placed them on the rug next to him, then picked up the dice. “Okay, let’s play.”
I gaped. “We’re carrying on with the game?”
He gazed at me with wide eyes. “Of course.”
The bastard.
I retook my seat on the couch, my dick jerking.
Theo chuckled. “Stop that. It’s distracting me.”
“Then I’m going all out to distract the hell out of you.”
The next turns were disappointingly boring, but it was surreal to sit with my shaft bare, while Theo acted as if this was an everyday occurrence. When he landed on Chance, my breathing hitched.
Here we go again.
Theo flipped the card over and read aloud, “Lucky break. Whisper exactly what you want right now. No qualifiers.”
Okay, my mind went in an obvious direction.
Theo beckoned me, and I went over to him. He brought his lips to my ear.
“I want you to….”
My heart pounded, and my cock throbbed.
“…take another Chance card.”
I stilled. “Seriously? When you could have anything?”
Theo smiled. “And what I want is to see what’s on the other side of that card.” He peered at me. “Unless you already know? Have you marked the deck?”
I stared at him. “No, I have not. And I shuffled them first.” I grabbed the card and turned it.
Take a chance. Let your opponent choose how you sit or stand for the next round.
Theo held his hand out, and I placed it in his palm. He studied it for a moment, then nodded as if he’d made a decision.
“Go into my bedroom and fetch the lube.”
I was a bit confused, but I did as instructed. When I returned, Theo had removed his jeans and briefs, his hand moving lazily up and down his thickening shaft. I handed over the lube, and he smeared it over his rigid dick.
“Now lube up your hole.”
I stared at him. “Not that I’m complaining, you understand, but what does this have to do with where I stand or sit for the next round?”
Theo’s smile was serene. “You’re going to play while sitting on my cock.”
Oh. My God.
“You have a diabolical mind,” I murmured.
His eyes gleamed. “I did warn you, didn’t I?”
He proffered the lube, and I squeezed a few drops onto my fingertips. I reached back and pushed them into my hole, my heartbeat racing at the thought of what was coming.
Theo sat back on his haunches, and I knelt in front of him, pulling my cheeks apart, feeling the warm head of his dick nudge between them to kiss my pucker.
He gave a gentle push, and the head popped through the tight ring, making me groan.
I sank down, his cock filling me, until at last it was fully sheathed inside me.
“You don’t really expect me to play like this, do you?” I gasped.
His only response was to drop the dice into my palm.
I would never look at a Monopoly board the same way ever again.
Theo
We didn’t get to finish the game. The board was abandoned, the money scattered as I fucked him, thrusting into him with short strokes before he ended up face down on the rug, me driving into his gloriously tight arse, both of us crying out, moaning, hurtling toward orgasm.
Cameron came first, his body clenching around my dick, and that was all it took to have me pulsing into him, his back damp against my sweat-covered chest as I kissed his nape, his shoulders, his neck.
I collapsed on top of him, trembling, utterly spent, and more boneless than I had ever been my entire life.
We lay on the rug, our breathing returning to normal, my cock still buried inside his body.
“Did I do okay?”
I laughed. “Yeah, you did.”
“Good. Because I found a load of board games in a cupboard, and now I need to make up some new rules for them too.”
The prospect filled me with emotions I wasn’t prepared for. Delight. Joy.
Bliss.