Days when Viola is at school and tutoring in the evenings suck ass, and I wish even more I was able to occupy myself with going to the gym or even going into work. Since I’m not able to do either, all that’s left are Drew’s video games.
I’m not usually much of a gamer, but if I have nothing better to do, it fills the time. He has all the newest ones, including Call of Duty and Madden 17, so I’ve been switching back and forth between them. After Wednesday’s close call with Drew asking about Viola, I knew we had to start being more careful if we were going to postpone telling him. My plan is to get us out of the house finally because God knows I’m going stir-crazy being here all damn day, but also because I want to take Viola on our first lunch date.
At exactly 11:15, I hear the front door open and shut and Viola’s footsteps against the hardwood floor. Her class ends at 11:00 a.m. and she’s always consistent about being on time. It’s one of the dorky little quirks I love about her.
“Are you limping?” I ask her as soon as I see her.
“Shut up.” Her mouth twitches as she tries to hold her pout. “Keep all your comments to yourself, please.”
She’s feistier than usual today, and I fucking love it.
“Dammit. I had a really good one, too.” I smile as she takes a spot next to me on the couch.
She looks at me and rolls her eyes.
“Rough morning?”
“No, I’m just not getting a lot of sleep these days.” She gives me a pointed look.
“Me either, so maybe we should just suffer together and sleep in the same bed.”
“Took you less than five minutes this time, huh?” She sighs, taking the game controller from my hand.
“Oh, it would’ve been less than a minute had you not been limping in here like you’d just ridden a horse.” I grin, despite her side glare.
She finally cracks a smile, and my entire body lights up. “You suck at this game, by the way.”
I focus my attention on the TV, where she’s dominating, while I was just barely going to survive to the next level. “You are a true nerd, through and through.”
“A nerd who could kick your ass,” she fires back, and I’m tempted to throw that controller out of her hands and bury my face in her neck.
“Let’s just see about that,” I challenge, grabbing the other controller off the end table. She doesn’t play much either, so I’m moderately optimistic that I can beat her.
“You want to wager?” The playful tone of her voice makes me smile. It’s the first time all week I’ve seen her visibly relax without physically wearing her out first.
“Wouldn’t it be easier to surrender, instead of going through the humiliation of losing to a cripple?”
She snorts and wiggles her ass to the edge of the sofa. “Don’t you dare play the cripple card!” She laughs as I aim and fire at her on the screen. “You had my legs wrapped around your shoulders as you nearly split my body in half, so don’t even try it.”
The memories flood in and my dick gets hard just thinking about it. While I’m distracted by thoughts of her, she aims and shoots directly at me.
“Ha!” She pumps a fist in the air. “You’re so easy.”
I rub a hand over the stubble of my jawline and look intently at her. “So that’s how we’re going to play, huh? You think a little dirty talk is going to distract me?”
“I think I just proved it, so...yeah.” The smug expression on her face gives me life, but I won’t admit that to her right now. I’ll play by her rules if that’s how she wants to play the game.
Tossing the remote down on the couch, I bring my fingers down to the bottom of my shirt and lift it over my head. She glances over at me, eyeing the tattoos on my chest and arms. Opening her mouth, she doesn’t say anything and then quickly forces her lips into a firm line.
“I’m not the only easy one, princess.” I wink, and she scoffs, turning away. I laugh at her denial because I know it’s driving her insane.
I finally win a round, and instead of telling me off, she mimics my moves and sets her controller down before lifting her shirt over her head. She’s wearing a tiny little camisole, and I can see her hard nipples at attention right under the fabric.
I stay silent, refusing to admit I’m much more interested in sucking on her tits than playing this game. Before starting her turn, she grabs the hair tie from her wrist and pulls her hair up, exposing her neck and chest. Fucking hell.
Except she doesn’t stop there. Once her hair is tied up, she grabs her controller and drags it down with her to the floor as she lies on her stomach. She bends her knees and perks her ass up as she shuffles her legs back and forth in the air.
So, this is how she wants to play it...game on, princess.
However, before my trance is broken, she’s managed to blow me up and begins giggling about how her plan to distract me is working. Before she can humiliate me again, I take matters into my hands and lower myself to the floor behind her, locking my knees around her thighs.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asks, looking over her shoulder.
“You didn’t really think your evil little plan was going to work, did you?”
“I don’t know. You tell me.” She wiggles her ass against my thigh, which doesn’t help ease the pulsating in my cock.
She’s wearing shorts, which gives me an advantage, so I slide my palm up her shorts and cup her ass cheek over her cotton panties. She squeals, and I squeeze it again.
“That’s cheating!” She tries pushing my hand away, but I barely flinch at her movements. “No touching allowed!”
“I didn’t agree to that, princess.” I press the pad of my thumb against her pussy and circle the fabric of her panties. “You wanted to play, remember?”
A loud boom echoes from the screen, but I’m no longer interested in the war that’s going on. I plan on engaging in a different game.
“Well, I’m not going to play by myself, so pick up your damn controller!” she demands, and I smile at her bossy side.
“I can play one-handed.” I smirk even though she can’t see me. I give in and shoot a few rounds, pretending to give a shit about the game in front of us when I’d much rather play with what’s inside her shorts instead.
“Stop it!” She swats at my hand, laughing as she tries to keep her eyes on the TV. “If I’m going to kick your ass, I want to do it fair and square.”
Tossing the controller back onto the sofa, I undo the top button of my jeans and then unzip just as fast. “When have you ever wanted to play fair and square?”
“What are you talking about? I always play fair.” Her tone does nothing to convince me, and I can see the corner of her lips tilts up when she glances back at me.
I slide a finger inside her panties and find her already wet and aroused. I know she wants it as badly as I do. The need to have her increases every time I see her, which isn’t something I’m used to. I never wanted more with a girl before, but Viola makes me want all the days and nights with her, and even then, it wouldn’t be enough.
“Travis…” she warns, but her body shivers against mine, giving her away.