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“I have such a love-hate relationship with this game,” he complained while coaxing a soft sigh out of Tess when he drew forefingers in and began lightly gliding them around her areolae.
“I think the short time we have makes it more exciting,” Tess responded, eyes shut as she hummed pleasurably due to his adept touch. If there was one part of himself that he knew he could use to its fullest potential, his hands were it. At this point, both Tess and Avril could support his claims.
“That would be the ‘love’ part of my relationship with the game, yeah,” Liam said, bringing his right thumb and forefinger together around a pert, enticing bud.
“I won’talwayshave things be like this,” Tess promised, sighing again and shivering alongside it when he gently pinched it.
“If you like doing things like this, I’m willing to keep doing them.” He pinched again, then, with just five more seconds left, dropped his mouth to kiss her other nipple. Quickly afterward, he began swirling his tongue around it, leaving a wet, warm moat over her areola.
“I’m, ah, glad you’re willing to bear with me.”
Her phone cried out, and Liam regretfully pulled his mouth and hands away from the voluptuous body beneath it. Reaching with his hand, he silenced her phone’s cries. He climbed off Tess after that, helping her sit back up, inwardly wailing as her shirt fell back down to her waist, hiding away her perfect breasts.
“I’m sure you’ll see more of them,” she said, all smiles. “Much more.”
“Much more” needed to wait a little longer. Tess seized the subsequent two wars, leaving Liam’s sole victory to feel like a statistical anomaly on a line graph—an error that shouldn’t be there. Blessedly, Tess moved away from simply teasing him.
Immediately straddling him after stopping him at just a single victory, the two of them made out with such unrestrained lust crackling between them that they didn’t hear Tess’s phone crying foul for their actions until nearly twenty seconds after it started going off.
“Oops,” he’d said breathlessly as she, chest heaving, pulled away with an equally unapologetic expression.
After her following win, with Liam’s deck size cut down to single digits, he started to wonder if he’d even get one more win before he lost the game entirely. Tess then reminded him that “losing” was a relative term.
Air rushed into his lungs as Tess ran her hand over the erection he’d been sporting for the better part of an hour. He tensed from head to toe as she pressed her palm against his pants, pinning his cock against his body. The heat spilling off it nearly seared his skin.
Tess smiled and leaned forward until their noses nearly touched, but that was as far as she went for the rest of that minute. She held his eyes captive with hers, all while remeasuring the size of his manhood with her slender hand. She left him in a state of throbbing torture, practically ready to shatter into a million different pieces when she pulled back. It was the first time one of their minutes felt too long.
He could barely muster enough self-control to resume their card game, much less condemn her for torturing him like that. He was fortunate that the game of War didn’t requireanyskill, or she’d have taken every single win from then on.
In under a minute, they hit another War, which his King of Spades easily won. Finding his attempts to swallow the lump of lust clogging his throat ineffective, he realized he desperately needed a drink of cool water to save him from outright combustion.
“Sure,” Tess said moments after he let her know his wishes. Her eyes gleamed with the satisfaction of a general who’d bloodlessly taken an enemy city. “Take all the time you need. I’ll be here.”
Nodding stiltedly, Liam hurried into the adjoining kitchen. With Tess out of sight, Liam took a few moments to rein in his laborious heartbeat. Obtaining a tall glass from one of her cabinets, he moved to the dispenser built into her stainless-steel refrigerator door.
Once it was only half-filled with sparkling cold water, he drew it away and guzzled every drop. It helped… kind of. For his next refill, he let the water fill to centimeters of the glass’s brim. Not because he’d been paying attention but because he hadn’t. Quickly, realizing his cup was about to overflow, he pulled it away from the dispenser.
An idea, his own opportunity at a bit of deviousness, had lodged itself in his brain while he’d filled his cup.
Setting the filled glass down on the nearby countertop, he stuck his handbackinto the cabinet where he’d obtained his glass. Calling upon its sibling for a different duty, he tapped a button on the fridge dispenser before pressing this new glass against the touch sensor that would trigger it.
The fridge gurgled and rumbled, and within seconds, dozens of ice cubes spilled into the glass. They were quite neat for ice cubes, actuallypretty spot on for the latter part of their name. Each of the near-perfect cubes had the diameter of a quarter, and Liam ended their charge into the second glass once he’d obtained about thirty of them—far more than he’d probably need. Picking up his original cup and sipping a little off the top, he headed back to the living room—and Tess.
As far as he could judge, she didn’t make anything of the oddity of him returning with two cups, one water, one ice. It could just be that he intended to chew on some ice, after all.
He set the glasses beside her coffee mug, putting forth the best poker face he could manage in his current state of lustful disarray. He remained standing, hovering near the beautiful woman whose body was his prize. She smiled and nodded toward her phone.
“Your minute starts whenever you’re ready.”
Nodding, Liam took one more deep breath. As soon as he was ready, he tapped the timer on her phone.
Immediately, he copied his decision from his previous victory, though far more swiftly. Pushing Tess back onto the pillows near the arm of the couch, he pulled her shirt up before three seconds had passed on her phone. Tess’s smile grew as he bared her immaculate breasts.
Liam wondered how long she could hold that expression, given what was to come.
Once the flimsy, loose fabric of her shirt was bunched up above her breasts, Liam tore his gaze away from them before he wasted ten to twenty seconds greedily ogling them. His attention shifted until they met with Tess’s lovely eyes. They were nearly as dangerous as her seductive body.
So he covered them.
