The Games We Play - Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Oh my fuck. I've done it. I'm actually doing it.
I've willingly gotten into a strange man's car. A strange man who announced his massive dick to me like it's his favorite color.
This is how true crime podcasts start, Cameron. This is how they start.
I shift uncomfortably in the passenger seat, my hand resting awkwardly on the door handle like I might throw myself out if the vibe gets even a little sketchier.
Out of the corner of my eye, I glance at him—his face is lit faintly by the glow of the dashboard, one hand resting on the wheel with an irritating amount of ease and the other on the gear stick.
How is he so calm? Doesn't he realize this is insane?
I let my head fall back against the seat with a quiet groan. I'm an idiot. A horny, drunk idiot.
Scar's going to kill me.
Scarlett. My roommate. My best friend. Shit.
I fumble for my phone, my fingers clumsy as I unlock it. I pull up the text thread with Scarlett to see she's already calling me and demanding to know where the hell I am.
Yeah... wandering off is a common drunk habit of mine.
I quickly type out a message, trying to make it sound like I've got everything under control.
It's a weak excuse, but it'll buy me time. Hopefully. The last thing I need is for Scar to start blowing up my phone while I'm... wherever the hell this night is going.
I glance at him again, and my stomach twists. He's so familiar. It's been bugging me since the porch. I can't pin it down, but the nagging feeling won't go away.
The truck slows, and I realize we're pulling into a neighborhood. Rows of classic weatherboard houses line the street, their front porches lit softly by overhead lights. Some have rocking chairs or hanging plants; others are dark, the only sign of life the glow of TVs in their windows.
When he pulls into the driveway, the truck rumbles to a stop in front of a modest but well-kept house. It's got that perfect bachelor-pad aesthetic: a few mismatched chairs on the brick porch, Edison lights strung over the garage, and a fire pit just visible in the backyard. Two other trucks are parked in the driveway, their chrome grilles gleaming in the dim light.
I glance at them, my nerves prickling. "Roommates?"
"They're out," he says simply, turning off the truck. "We've got the place to ourselves."
He climbs out of the truck, the door slamming shut behind him, and I suddenly can't move. The sound of my door opening startles me, and I snap my head toward him.
"You called me a coward," he says, leaning casually against the door. His hand is hooked on top, his bicep hard and bulging out of the tight sleeve. The smirk on his face is infuriating. "But now you're too scared to get out the truck?"
My jaw drops. "I'm not scared!"
"Sure you're not, baby."
He reaches for me, and I'm too stunned by his nickname to realize what he's doing. His massive hands wrap almost twice around my not-so-slender waist, and he lifts me off the seat like I'm nothing.
He pulls me from the seat and lowers me to the ground. The movement wedges me tightly between the hard wall of his chest and the truck's interior. My breath catches as his body presses against mine, and... oh.
Oh.
How long has he been this hard for?
My eyes dart down, then back up, and I smirk.
"Well, well, well," I say, my smirk transforming to a pout, "I'm disappointed, but not surprised."
His laugh is low and rough, vibrating through me. "Disappointed, huh?"
"Mm-hmm," I say, tilting my chin up defiantly. "All that talk, and this is what I get?"
"Careful," he warns, his sweet southern voice dropping a notch. "You really want proof that badly?"
The way he says it with the intent of a promised punishment has me fucking dripping beneath my skirt. Damn—didn't know I had a kink for that, but here we are.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and nod. "Yes, please."
Something wild flashes in his eyes, and before I can react, he grabs me around the waist and hauls me up, slinging me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.
"Hey!" I yelp, my fists pounding weakly against his back. "Put me down! I can walk myself in."
He just keeps on walking, up the small cement steps to the front door before coming to a momentary stop.
"What the fuck?" I shout, my fists pounding against his back.
"Shit, you're mouthy," he says simply, adjusting his grip as I hear the jingle of a set of keys.
"And you're insane!" I snap, kicking my legs uselessly. If anything, it only makes my skirt ride up, and he takes great advantage by sliding his hand up my thigh higher and higher. I hear the door open, and we're moving again.
It's dark inside his house, but he clearly doesn't need light or a guide. The interior passes by in a blur, and I'm kind of upset I don't get to analyze because I'm too busy pounding on his hard, muscular back.
Even his butt is amazing. Fuck him.
Well, shit. I'm about to.
Again, I attempt to kick my legs. "This is not—ugh—this is not how civilized people behave!"
"Lucky for you, I ain't ever been known for being civilized, Cameron," he replies easily as we enter another room.
My futile efforts to get free suddenly pause as the sound of my own name falls on my ears.
I frown. "When did I tell you—"
The world spins as I free-fall for a few seconds through the warm air. A small yelp escapes my lips, and I'm on my back before I can blink, pushing up onto my elbows atop the soft mattress of his bed.
When my focus comes to, I catch him just closing his bedroom door and turning back to me. Only one of the bedside table lamps is on, casting a very dim golden glow across the room. It gives me a few seconds to take in his bedroom.
It's clean—like, really clean. The bed's made, clearly treasured sports memorabilia hangs on the walls, and there's not a pile of laundry in sight. The room is painted a soft gray, and I'm guessing there's a big window behind that set of closed white blinds.
It's not fancy or anything to look at—but it's nice.
It's him.
"You've gotta be kidding me," I scoff as my gaze slides back to him.
"What?" he asks, raising an eyebrow while stopping at the foot of the bed. A cocky smirk tugs at his lips as he reaches down and smooths a hand around the ankle of my boot. He lifts it up and begins to unzip the leather.
"You're hot, you're clean, and you're organized?" I ask as he drops one boot to the ground and switches to the other. "Do you bake sourdough in your free time, too?"
He grins and drops the shoe but keeps his hand on my ankle, his thumb caressing the skin there. "Not recently."
I roll my eyes, trying to ignore how infuriatingly at ease he looks while my heart is nearing heart-attack speeds. "Okay, great. Now drop your pants."
His laughter comes immediately, low and warm and so irritatingly sexy that it makes my skin heat. He drops my ankle, and his large hands reach for the button of his jeans. "Shit, you don't mess around, do you?"
"I'm efficient." I shrug, sitting up straighter but still resting back on my hands. I fold one leg over the other as I blink at him. "Off you go."
"God, this is a weird fucking night." He's still grinning and shaking his head as he unbuttons his pants and gives them a slight shove down his hips before gravity takes over.
But I think my jaw hits the floor before his pants do.
He's in tight black cotton boxers that leave nothing to the imagination. He's long and thick and hard and huge. So fucking huge. I can't help but tilt my head to the side, my jaw slowly closing, as I begin to do the math.
"That enough proof, baby?"
His low, breathy voice has me blinking out of my shock.
I straighten my shoulders and stare back at him. "Now how the hell do I know that's real? You could have a baguette or a sock shoved in there."
"You want more?" he asks as I nod. "You gotta give me something in return."
I blink, confused for a second, until his gaze drops to my chest—slow, deliberate, and hot enough to make my breath hitch.
He's clever, I'll give him that.
"Okay, help me up," I say, extending a hand to him. He grabs my hand, pulling me to my feet with ease but not moving back a single damn inch. I have hardly any space between him and the foot of the bed, but I manage to grab the hem of my brown tank top and pull it over my head.
His reaction is instant. He sucks in a deep breath through his teeth, his jaw going tight as his gaze locks on my chest. Pink lace and delicate mesh are doing nothing to hide my not-exactly-small nipples beneath.
"Fuuuuuuuck." He groans out what I'm assuming was meant to be an inside thought, his voice rough and strained.
Now that is the expression I had in mind when buying this set earlier today.
Not "that's a cute color" before awkwardly fumbling with the clasp for almost a minute.
Wait, who was that again? His name... started with a C, I think... ugh, whatever.
I square my shoulders and smirk at him. "Your turn."
He doesn't argue. He grips the hem of his black tank top and pulls it off in one fluid motion, tossing it to the ground. I stare, my mouth going dry as my eyes travel over him. Broad shoulders, sculpted abs, and a chest so perfectly defined it looks airbrushed.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I breathe out hastily, reaching out before I can stop myself. My fingers spread over the hard ridges of his abs, and he inhales sharply at my touch. I mumble to myself, "It's like you're Photoshop. AI-generated."
"You're real cute when you're stunned, you know that?"
"I'm not stunned," I say, but my voice wobbles slightly, and it makes him grin. Trying to keep my composure, I step back and hook my thumbs under the waistband of my skirt, sliding it down and kicking it to the side.
His reaction is even better this time. His gaze sweeps over me, lingering on the matching pink lace panties, and he lets out a low, shaky breath.
"Jesus Christ," he mutters, his hands flexing at his sides like he's trying to keep himself from reaching for me. His head tilts a little to get the full view of me. "Now I'm starting to understand why he could only last thirty seconds."
"Funny."
He's still staring as he steps closer, closing the space between us. "I'm serious... shit..."
My mouth goes dry, and I have to force a swallow as I stare up through my lashes at him. One of his hands lands on the curve of my waist, firm and dominating, while the other reaches for my bra strap.
He hooks a finger under and pulls it away from my shoulder, running the pad up and down the strap. It's like the sight of my tits has put him under some kind of trance, and it has me both nervous and confident as fuck.
Has anyone looked at me the way this complete and utter stranger is right now?
My voice is now a whisper. "It-It's still your turn..."
With that hand on my hip, he suddenly pulls me tighter against him and—oh fuck. He slowly releases my bra strap from his finger and smirks down at me like some predatory animal about to fucking feast.
He hums humorously. "Still think it's a sock, baby?"
I squeak, "...No."
"Finally." He rushes out like he'd been holding his breath as he bends to grab a hold of the back of my thighs. A giggle escapes my lips as I wrap my arms around his neck.
Then, before I can blink, I'm on my back and he's hovering above me. He has one hand beside my head and one knee between my legs. My smile is lazy as I focus on his gorgeous face above me.
"How a gorgeous girl like you ain't ever come is fucking wild," he whispers, his eyes flickering back and forth between my eyes and my lips—and the rest of my body.
I frown. "I have come."
He smiles softly. "Yeah?"
"Yeah—but only by myself."
"And how do you do that?"
The woman was too stunned to speak.
He drops his face to my chest, and I let out a gasp when his lips close around a nipple a top the pink lace.
My reaction has him grinning, "Show me, Cameron."
I still don't... when did I tell him my name?
But my hand is already moving before my brain can catch up. My fingers slide under the lace, finding the familiar warmth of my clit, and I suck in a shaky breath as I press down lightly.
Fuck, I am so wet.
"Shit," I hiss out, my head tilting back as the pressure instantly sends jolts through my body.
I continue to ride my clit, my eyes locked on him as he begins to move further south.
"Just like that, baby. Keep going," he insists, running his hands down the outside of my thighs and gripping the band of my pink thong. He peels it down the swell of my hips, and I lift my ass a little as he drags the material away.
I can almost feel it sticking to my pussy as he removes it. They're completely soiled with my desire, and I want to hide my face in the pillow.
I'm still rubbing my clit—up and down, around and around. The need for more pressure and more friction is growing by the second, along with my hastened, shallow breathing. I push myself into the god-gifted mattress a little more as my muscles begin to lock up.
With my panties thrown somewhere in his room, he grips my knees and spreads my legs. Wide.
My knees bend and fall in opposite directions of each other. I can literally hear my pussy lips unstick from each other—I'm that wet. I'm bared and spread open, and he's on his knees between my legs. There's nowhere I can go, nowhere I can hide from his view.
And I don't want to. The way he's staring at me fills my stomach with confidence and makes my heart flutter a little. He can see everything. He can see my arousal, slick and glistening on the bare skin, no doubt now spread all over my inner thighs too.
"Fuck," he mutters under his breath, his eyes locked on the slick heat between my thighs. "You're beautiful. Prettiest damn thing I've ever seen."
He leans forward, hands braced on either side of my hips, and his face swoops into my pussy. I can feel his hot breath on me. I can hear his deep inhale as he watches me rub my clit. I jolt slightly at his touch as he runs the back of his index finger up and down the length of me.
And then, with his pointer and middle fingers, he spreads my lips even further.
There's a hum of approval from deep in his chest.
Is he...? Oh shit, no.
I begin to reach for his hair. "Wait. Let me—"
He licks me.
Ass to clit.
His tongue pushes through my folds, hot and wet, and the groan he lets out just from the taste of me destroys all thoughts of freshening up from my mind. My head falls back onto the soft mattress, my hand falls away, and my eyes relocate to their new home in the back of my skull.
My hips buck, and my clit rocks against his nose. "Oh fuckkkkk."
His large hands slide under my thighs and wrap back around, settling in the crease between hip and leg.
And he feasts.
He sucks my outer lips into his mouth noisily, and it echoes out into the room. Then his tongue is on my clit, pressing and toying and licking. I dig my fingers into his blonde hair while the other grabs onto my tit.
I don't know what to grab to keep me tied to this reality.
But his arms around my thighs are doing a pretty good job of that.
His lips wrap around my clit, and he sucks. Hard.
"Ugh. Fuck," I moan out as he sucks my very swollen clit into his mouth. "Mmhmm—shit."
I pinch my nipple between my finger and thumb as his tongue spears me. He pushes into my little clenching hole violently, like he needs to taste more of me and isn't stopping for anything.
"Fuck—oh god—yes!" I can't stop the words flowing from me, can't stop the sounds escaping my mouth, and definitely can't stop the sound coming from between my legs.
He sounds like a man starved, and it only turns me on more.
I can only glance down at him for a second, his blue eyes focused on nothing else but me, like I'm the entire world in that very moment. And then he sucks on my clit again, and my head is thrown back.
"Shiiiiiit! Ooooooh!"
I can barely breathe, my stomach caves all the way in, and the intensity of the pressure is building quicker than either of us anticipated. He just makes me so fucking horny—and sensitive.
He drags his tongue back through my folds and spears through me once again.
"Fuck. Fuck!" I'm panting, mouth wide open, my body beginning to shudder uncontrollably. "I'm gonna cum—shit, I'm gonna cum."
His tongue flattens against me, lapping between my folds and urging my orgasm on. He's slow and attentive—having had his fun, and now he just wants to please me and send me over the edge.
My breaths turn short and sharp, and it sounds like running water in my ears as the dam finally bursts.
I cry out. Loud.
I'm gripping the navy sheets at my head as stars explode behind my eyes. My body wracks with shivers and shudders as I cream all over his face. I try to get away from him, to save myself from the immense pleasure shooting through my body.
It's too much. I can't.
But he brings me back to him, keeping me flush against him as I cum all over his face.
He continues to lick me through my orgasm, which in turn only draws it out longer. I am so hypersensitized right now, like I can feel every single hair on my body.
I feel him slide away, and I give myself a few seconds to breathe, my eyes wrenched shut and my head tilted back slightly. I can feel his gaze on me, and when my eyes flicker open, he's back on his knees between my legs again, staring at me in silence.
His nose, mouth, and chin are all covered in my juices, and he glistens in the glow of the bedside lamp.
There's something in his eyes I can't quite decipher. Something intense.
"You wanted a big cock, Cameron. You've got one."
He breathes out before leaning over my body. He stretches out one long arm, and I catch a glimpse of the dark golden hair under his armpit. It's not too much, but it reminds me just how much of a man he is.
He also smells like a man. That expensive cologne of his, clean sheets, and man.
I didn't even ask how old he is. I didn't even ask his name. He's a total stranger.
Yeah, a total stranger who just made you cum so hard you saw stars.
I hear the sound of his left bedside table drawer opening and closing, and he returns to his knees.
The silver package glints in the light as he lifts it to his mouth with one hand while the other is shoving deep into his briefs. "...And now you're going to cum on it."
He tears open the condom with his teeth, and my bones turn to fucking jelly inside me.
And then they completely disappear when he slides his cock out.
Oh, that cock.
I whimper at the sight of it, mostly because I realize I've never needed anything more in my life and also because I know it will no doubt shatter my entire pelvic bone.
"Take off your bra," he says, nodding to my chest, my tits basically already spilling out the top. I nod and reach behind me to quickly undo the clasp. When I throw it off the edge of the bed, he pauses above me, the condom hanging just at the tip of his bulging dick.
His gaze darkens as it settles on my heaving breasts. With my hair brushed back over my shoulders, there's nothing keeping me hidden from his exploring eyes. His chest begins to heave as he stares at my puckered nipples.
Daringly, I run my hands up the sides of my waist before sliding my palms under my breasts. I push them together, my thumbs coming up over the mounds to flick back and forth over my swollen nipples.
"Fuck—you're perfect."
I whimper. "I need..."
I don't even know what I'm asking for. Nothing. Everything.
"I know." He nods as he slides the rest of the clear condom onto his cock.
He's over me again, bracing himself on his forearm at my head. He peppers kisses up my neck and chin before an open-mouthed kiss lands on my lips.
I can taste... oh my god, it's me. I'm tasting me on his tongue.
He makes love to my mouth just like he did to my pussy moments ago. Dominating and sensual and so damn good. Is it possible to cum just from a kiss? Because I'm so damn hypersensitized right now I might just do it.
He's settled between my legs, and when his cock nudges against my sensitive pussy, I gasp out. He mirrors my gasp, open mouth hovering just above mine as he holds my jaw in his hand. He's so hard and warm against my slick pussy.
"I'm gonna have to stretch you out, baby," he tells me as his hand travels down my neck and collarbone, expanding over my tit.
He grabs it with a grunt, flicking his gaze down to watch himself pinch my nipple. He pulls it up and away from me, releasing it sharply, and my tit jiggles back into its original position.
"I don't want to hurt you." He kisses down my jawline while his hand keeps exploring further down my body. He cups my pussy and rubs my clit in soft little circles. "I want you to feel good. I want you to know that you can feel good."
A long finger enters me, and I moan out.
"Shiiiiiit," my voice rings out as I turn my face away from him.
I can feel the asshole grinning against the skin of my neck. "So damn wet for me, baby... you're dripping into my hand."
Where the hell has he been for the past twenty minutes?
I was dripping the second I stepped foot in his truck.
"Your boyfriend," he murmurs, his tone thick with amusement. "He wasn't anywhere near this size, was he?"
I let out a shaky laugh, my hands gripping the sheets. "Not even close."
Another finger enters me, and I gasp out, clenching them harder inside.
"Not this big either, huh?" He pecks at my swollen lips, and I exhale heavily as his words slide over my skin like hot honey.
I'm losing my breath, my sanity. "I already said—"
"And certainly not this big."
When he adds a third finger, I let out a soft cry, my hips moving instinctively against his hand.
"Oh fuck! No!"
He kisses me on the mouth again, rough and nasty.
And then he's gone, sitting back up on his knees as he gazes down at me. He's rubbing the fingers he just had inside me over his cock, my wetness glistening all over the condom.
Shit. I don't think I've seen anything hotter.
He hooks his arms around my knees and yanks me toward him so my ass is slightly tilted up onto his thighs. He holds his cock at the girthy base and uses it to slap the tip against my clit.
He then drags the tip down between my folds and back up again.
He growls, eyes never leaving my pussy. "Fuck, Cameron."
He lines his cock up with my entrance and slowly pushes into the tight hole.
We both release guttural moans at his entry.
Only the tip is in, but everything is on fire. He's stretching me too much, too fast.
He pushes in deeper, and I throw my head back.
Take it, Cam. You can take it.
"You're so tight, baby," he hisses under his breath, blonde hair hanging down in front of his face, and my legs are spread wide around him. He sinks in deeper, and we're moaning again.
I take a peek down.
Oh shit—he's not even halfway yet, and I feel like I'm being ripped in half.
He pulls out of me slightly, back to the tip, and for a second, I find slight reprieve.
And then he's shoving himself back into me at full force.
All the way to the hilt.
There's ringing in my ears, and I think I lose all vision for a few seconds. The pain in my pelvis is unlike anything I've felt before—sharp and scorching and mind-bending. My entire body tenses up at the sudden intrusion.
"Fuck, baby, relax," he coos as his thumb begins to rub my clit in circles to soothe me. It helps a little, and I breathe heavily through my nose as he leans forward to hover over me. "Relax."
I whine with tears in my eyes. "You're so fucking big."
He chuckles, kissing the stray tear that runs down my face. "Told you."
I actually manage to let out a laugh, breathy and fast, but a laugh, "Little shit."
He pulls out a little and then rocks back into me. I bite down painfully hard on my bottom lip, my hands grappling onto the taut skin of his waist and digging my nails into the flesh there. He grunts as he sinks into me again.
And again.
And again.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, shoving his thick cock into me with a grunt.
"Ugh. Shit," I moan against his lips as pleasure finally begins to overtake the pain.
His mouth is on my breast, sucking and gripping the soft flesh, while his other hand tweaks my nipple between two fingers. He tugs at the nipple, and like a key to a lock, my legs fall open even wider, allowing him to sink in deeper with another groan.
I gasp as his cock hits a certain spot inside me.
"Like that, baby—your perfect cunt is taking me so well," he murmurs before bringing his mouth back to mine.
"Don't," I mumble against his tongue. "Don't be gentle."
"You don't know what you're asking for." He stares deep into my eyes, and I can see the dangerous promise almost written in his pupils. I can see the embers awaiting a spark in those amber depths.
I bite down on his bottom lip and pull it back before releasing it. "I'm asking you to fuck me brainless."
There's a rumble in his chest before he picks up speed. He kisses me to the point where I'm losing consciousness from lack of oxygen while repetitively slamming his cock inside me.
"Mmmmm. Fuuuuckk," I whine as he pulls up and hooks one of my legs over his shoulder.
He ruts into my hole violently, his gaze focused on my bouncing tits like he's hypnotized. I clench around him every time he hits my spot inside me. Every time his dick hits me there, a shudder wracks through my body.
"So deep. So—so gooooooood." I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to deal as I'm drilled into the mattress. The words spluttering from my mouth are barely English. "Fu-fugghkkkkk."
My toes curl near his head, and he turns his face, pressing a soft kiss to the flexed arch of my foot. It's such an intimate gesture, and my heart flutters as my head tilts backward on the mattress. The room shakes with every rough, quick thrust he delivers into me, and I can feel my body twitching in delight.
We sound so wet, my juices sloshing and slapping against him, and the sound only makes me produce more.
"Hell—Cameron—" he grunts as his hand grips onto my thigh, fingers digging in so deep I'm no doubt going to have bruises there tomorrow. But I don't care.
I'm squealing now, the pressure, the intensity, getting way too fucking much, but I'm loving every second of it. I throw my hands over my head and grip onto the damp sheets to keep myself tethered to the bed.
"Cum on my cock," he urges. "You can—fuck me—you can do it."
His cock hits that patch of softness deep inside me, and I do.
I shatter into a million pieces all around his dick.
My orgasm is violent and powerful as it rips through me, and I swear I have an out-of-body experience for two whole fucking seconds. My vision goes white, like I'm seeing the light right before death.
I would be more than happy to die right now, actually.
When I come to, breathless and my vision blurred, I can feel him still riding me through my orgasm. His pace is slower now, but his thrusts are still harsh and quick.
I think I'm drooling. Nope—that's definitely spit sliding down my chin.
He holds my gaze as he kisses down my foot and over my ankle.
I can tell there's so much he wants to say through his stare, but instead, he leans forward and brings my leg with him. He licks up my chin, collecting my drool on his tongue.
He folds me like a piece of fucking paper, my knee up against my chest, and kisses me gently.
My chest heaves between us as I reach up in a daze, play with his hair, and slowly come to the realization that he hasn't come yet.
"Now that you've adjusted," he smirks, "I'm going to fuck you into the mattress."
I gasp as he rears back and then shoves his cock back inside, proceeding to do just that.