“All the payback I didn’t get to do.”
I snorted. “Funny, I for sure figured you’d be thinking about, you know, how I let you cum all over me.”
His fingers tightened on my shoulders. “Don’t get me wrong, here, babe—I’m thinking about that. I think about that shit all the fucking time. Several times a day, if you want the truth.” His hand slid from my shoulder to my throat, and then down, over my breastbone, above my cleavage. “My cum all over your lips, all over your tits. Yeah, babe, I think about that. But what I think about even more? Getting you off. Licking your sweet pussy until you come so hard, so many times you don’t know which way is up.”
I barely avoided getting eaten by a blue ghost. “You’re gonna make me lose, butthead,” I mumbled, thighs pressing together. “I never know which way is up when I’m around you, even when you’re not making me come.”
He glanced over his shoulder, presumably at Louis, who for the most part had been behind the bowling shoes counter watching a TV in the bar area, on the opposite side of the building from where we were. Then, sneakily, his hand slid down, down, fingertips edging under the neckline of my dress and under my bra to cup my breast.
I wiggled under his touch. “You’re gonna make me mess up, Titus,” I breathed.
“You already kicked my ass in Skee-Ball,” he muttered. “Gotta make it even.”
“Oh, you think you can beat my score in Ms. Pac-Man? Even distracting me like that, I guarantee you I’ll still kick your ass.”
His other hand stole under my garments to cup my other breast, fingers tweaking and rolling my nipples. Damned sensitive nipples—it was intensely distracting. I tried like hell to tune out the yummy, tingly warm scratch of his hand on my naked skin, to focus on the yellow round…thing, eating its way around the screen. When he began twiddling both nipples at the same time, my breath caught and my attention wandered…
“Dammit!” I sat back, grabbing his wrists but stopping short of yanking his hands away—his touch did feel good, after all. “You’re gonna pay for that, Titus.”
He laughed. “All right. My turn.” He noted my score, and I scooted out of the seat so he could take it. “Prepare to lose, Laurel.”
I waited for him to pass level one, level two…waited until he was really cranking on level four, and then I sidled between his arms, sat on his lap.
“Hey,” he laughed. “No fair. I didn’t actually get in your way.”
I straddled him, facing him, and began planting kisses on him, starting at the side of his neck where the thick sinews met his shoulder. “Oh, is this distracting?”
He huffed. “Nope.”
I slid my seat on him, grinding back and forth as I kissed up his neck, over his jaw, behind his ear. He remained admirably focused as I ground and kissed, but his undoing was when I stuck my tongue in his ear.
He leaped up out of the seat, laughing and shouting at the same time, bringing me with him. “Cheater!” he cackled, tossing me onto my feet and coming for me with clawed fingers. “That was cheating.”
“Cheating? There has to be rules for it to be cheating. You distracted me, I distracted you.” I darted out of his reach, glancing at his score as I circled around the Ms. Pac-Man unit. “I beat you, by the way. By a good two hundred points. So far, I’m winning this date.”
He lunged for me, and I dodged around a deer hunter game. “Only because you cheated!”
I barely avoided his grasping fingers—I had good reason to stay agile in this game, since I hated being tickled. “Oh, I cheated at Skee-Ball, did I? And did you specify any rules for how I could distract you? No, you didn’t. There was no cheating. Just good old honest womanly wiles.”
“I’m gonna catch you and I’m gonna wile you, woman.” He dodged the other way around the deer hunter game, but by that point I was screeching in laughter as I sprinted—as well as I could in three-inch heeled sandals—between rows of games and putting a giant four-person motorcycle racing game between us.
“Oh, you’re gonna wile me, are you?” I laughed, breathless, as I faked one way, and then another. “What does that even mean, anyway?”
“I don’t know, but you’re about to find out.” He watched me fake this way and that, then pulled a fake of his own…which my dumbass fell for hook, line, and sinker.
He had me in two steps, then, catching me in his arms and lifting me clear off the ground, one arm keeping me held aloft while pinning my arms to my sides, while the other sought my ticklish spot—he found it in a matter of seconds: my ribs.
He proceeded to hold me pinned and off the ground, helpless, and tickle me until I was laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe. I finally resorted to kicking his shins and begging for mercy.
“Okay, okay!” I gasped, tears of laughter on my cheeks. “Mercy, ohmygod stop, stop, stop!” He let me down and backed away, warily. I smoothed my dress and glared at him. “I hate being tickled.”
He made a sarcastic face. “Well, you were laughing.”
“It’s an automatic response.”
I held the glare. “I was going to suggest we sneak into the bathroom and see what kind of…trouble…we could get into. But now, I’m rethinking that plan.”
His face went from sarcastic to comically tragic in an instant. “In my defense, I didn’t know you didn’t like being tickled. And you were playing hard to get.”
I let a smirk finally cross my face. “You were chasing me. I was supposed to, what? Just let you catch me?”
He shrugged. “I mean, I wasn’t planning on tickling you until you started playing keep away.”
“Oh?” My voice sounded breathless and sultry, even to me. “What were you planning on doing, then?”
He swaggered toward me. “Well, we’d have to sneak into the bathroom, for that. But it involved finding out whether you’re wearing panties under that skirt.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I teased.
“Of course I want to know,” he muttered, taking me by the hand and tugging me into motion. “Thus me suggesting I find out, in the bathroom.”
We neared one of those video game pods that’s partially enclosed, to create a more immersive experience, or something. I pulled him into it and sat down—it was facing in a direction which meant Louis, even if he’d been looking this way, couldn’t see anything going on. And we were the only ones in the arcade, so…
It was a Jurassic Park driving game sort of thing, and I pressed the button to start it. The machine began grinding, humming, and jolting as the music started, and the voice-over began.
Titus glanced at me. “Jurassic Park, huh?”
“Yup.” I grinned at him. “And I’ve got a hungry dinosaur.”
He snickered. “Ohmygod, Laurel, you’ve got a hungry dinosaur? Really?”
“What? Like you’ve never made a terrible dick pun before?”
“Of course I have. I just didn’t peg you for the type to make terrible vagina puns. You come across as this classy lady, and all.” He was only nominally pretending to pay attention to the game.