Foolish Games: A BWWM Romance (Game of Chance Book 1) Read online

  Bye, she mouthed, and lowered her gaze quickly when Wes winked at him, catching the shaker with one hand behind his back.

  At least she wasn’t leaving alone. She didn’t know why she wasn’t happier about that. She was going to get laid, which had been Tasha’s sole purpose in getting her out of the house; Grant was stupidly good looking, and Zenobia was sure most of the club was staring at them in mixed envy and approval as they made their slow way out. So why did Zenobia itch to turn back and call it all off? She couldn’t do that. Social pariah or not, she wasn’t going to reject the one guy who paid her any attention the whole night for no reason whatsoever. She wasn’t yet that pathetic.

  Chapter 2

  Zenobia didn’t have her car, so she climbed in Grant’s sleek silver-gray Audi, navigating him through the late-night Miami traffic towards Zenobia’s condo. The short journey was devoid of awkward small talk, the soft rock music playing from the radio enough of a distraction to keep Zenobia focused.

  “Nice place,” Grant said, sounding impressed.

  “The house is gonna be a mess,” Zenobia justified herself as they walked out of the elevator, fishing in her pockets for her keys. “I haven’t really had much time to clean.”

  “You should see mine,” Grant chuckled, brushing up against Zenobia as she fumbled with the lock.

  Zenobia shivered, her body heat kicking up instantly. She instinctively pressed back, her lower lip pulled between her teeth. As Zenobia fumbled with the keys, Grant pressed himself flush behind her, his very obvious erection straining against his zipper and digging in the crease of Zenobia’s ass through his jeans. The keys fell to the floor with a clatter as Zenobia’s forehead hit the door, a low moan dragging its way out of her throat.

  Grant lapped the soft skin behind her ear, his fingers hooking in Zenobia’s bra to keep her in place.

  “God,” Zenobia groaned, pushing back.

  The delicious friction of Grant’s rock hard cock sent spikes of pleasure down her spine even through layers of clothing. Shaking, Zenobia bent down awkwardly to retrieve the keys, but as soon as she was bending low enough, he felt himself being pushed forwards. She threw her hands out to balance herself on the welcome rug, one of Grant’s hands pressing down on her back, the other still on her left hip, keeping her down.

  “Been hard—since we left the bar—” he whispered, the tip of his tongue lavishing the pointed tip of Zenobia’s ear. “You knew, didn’t you?” he pressed on, biting down on Zenobia’s earlobe.

  Zenobia’s head was spinning. A thrill went down her spine when Grant moved his hand on her side and began to fondle her breast. While he reached into her bra-cup and worked her nipple with his finger, she could feel him working one of his thighs between her own, spreading Zenobia’s legs further apart, his knee dragging over Zenobia’s pussy through her dress and panties.

  “Fuck,” Zenobia cursed, forehead thumping against the closed door, Grant’s hard dick digging against the back of Zenobia’s leg.

  “I think you knew,” Grant purred, massaging her nipple and lapping at the back of Zenobia’s neck with tiny, kitten-like licks, “All through the night, all your cute little smiles, your legs knocking into mine, the teasing, the touches…”

  Zenobia gasped, her hands scraping at the rug underneath her knees. Grant bit lightly on Zenobia’s earlobe, and Zenobia moaned again, grinding down against Grant’s knee, trying to squeeze her legs shut to keep the friction going.

  Grant chuckled under his breath and worked his other leg in between the span of Zenobia’s, keeping them as far apart as he could in the narrow hallway. “My way tonight,” he whispered as he slid his hands down Zenobia’s sides.

  Zenobia let out a ragged moan, burying her face in her crossed arms. She had never been so shamelessly turned on since…better not go there at all. Breathing in harsh, erratic pants, she arched her back like a cat, feeling the heat of Grant’s body seeping through the layers of clothing.

  Zenobia itched to get him naked, feel the slick hotness of skin on skin, the shocking jolt of cold marble under her, the burn of the rug against her knees.

  “Grant,” she moaned, almost begging, throwing her head back, her neck stretched taut and inviting.

  Grant leaned down, his mouth slowly trailing down the unmarked skin of Zenobia’s throat, peppering tiny bites all down to the hollow of her throat, his tongue immediately following, wet and hot, soothing the sting.

  Zenobia lost herself in the sensation, the line between pleasure and pain blurring deliriously. She was hyper aware of the fact that they were rubbing and rocking against each other, kneeling in front of her front door at the end of a brightly lit hallway where every other neighbor could potentially walk in on them. Zenobia’s teeth sunk in his bottom lip, trying to keep in the prolonged moan that longed to get out of him. She didn’t know up from down anymore.

  Grant’s fingers twisted in Zenobia’s hair, grinding down against the curve of his ass, as though he was trying to fuck her through their jeans. Zenobia spread her legs wider, panting wetly against his joined arms, rocking back against Grant’s hard crotch greedily. Little spots of light erupted in front of Zenobia’s eyes, Grant’s lips puckered around a spot of skin right behind Zenobia’s ear, teeth pulling, blood rushing to the surface in a purpling bruise.

  “Grant…” Zenobia groaned, pushing back against his hard dick, straining the fabric of his pants, “Fuck, Grant, please, I need more…”

  “What do you need?” Grant panted, pulling her back up with the grip on her hair. He sucked on the hollow of Zenobia’s throat, feeling the flutter of her heartbeat as she swallowed hard.

  “Anything—anything, for the love of—Grant—” All of Zenobia’s blood rushed downwards, making her feel slightly dizzy. She felt Grant’s other hand leave the small of her back to run across her side. Zenobia let out another groan as he slipped his hand into her bra and rubbed a finger over her hard nipple.

  “Please…”

  Grant’s straining erection rocked sensually against her, digging as he rose up a little on his knees. The hand on Zenobia’s breast traveled upwards, slowly pulling down the straps of her dress. Grant removed his mouth from Zenobia’s neck and brushed his fingertips against Zenobia’s lips.

  Zenobia gasped, her mouth parting immediately to allow Grant full access. Grant thrust two fingers inside, his thumb rubbing sensually against Zenobia’s jaw as Zenobia took his fingers lewdly, her tongue sucking and twisting around them, imagining them to be Grant’s dick and making soft noises of pleasure as he pushed them in as far as they would go.

  Grant moaned loudly, his forehead nestling against the crook of Zenobia’s neck. “Fuck, yes, that’s it.” He kissed Zenobia’s nape as he pulled his fingers out with a slick pop. Zenobia whimpered at the loss, her breath thin and ragged, lungs burning with each one she took.

  Grant’s other hand shifted from Zenobia’s hips to the hem of her dress, pulling up to her waist. Zenobia whimpered, her hips rocking forward, but Grant’s hand didn’t linger. He then traced a finger down her back, over her ass, and finally pulling her panties to reveal her. The sudden whip of cool air on sweaty, heated skin made Zenobia shudder.

  “Please,” Zenobia whimpered, her hips rocking up of their own volition to try and get some much needed friction, even against the concrete of the hallway floor, it didn’t matter.

  Grant chuckled, a slow, sexy laugh that ran over Zenobia like hot wax. Without warning, a long finger ran over the dripping wet lips of her pussy, making her lurch forward with a stuttering cry.

  “Nfgh—”

  Zenobia crossed her arms over the doorstep, letting her head fall against them, her chest heaving with labored breaths. Grant continued to tease her with his fingers, dipping them in her wetness and encircling her throbbing clit.

  “I’m going to fuck you here,” Grant whispered over Zenobia’s damp skin, “Right here on your doorstep where everyone could see us. Anyone, at any moment, any given time, could catch us.”
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  The lust dripped off Grant’s voice like honey, and it took Zenobia everything she had not to come right then, her pussy contracting and spilling out even more at Grant’s words.

  “Would you like that?” Grant breathed out as he scissored his fingers deep inside Zenobia, wanting to drag it out and make her beg. “Hmm? How would you like being spread out here, all wanton for my cock, where anyone in the whole condo could just walk by and see you?”

  “Yeah, God, yes, please, Grant, yes—”

  As Grant paid more attention to her clit, Zenobia lost any resemblance of coherency. All that came out of her mouth was a string of breathy moans and something that sounded occasionally like Grant’s name, utterly lost in the liquid sex that was Grant’s voice. She tried to push back again, to fuck herself on Grant’s hand, her body torn with the need to be filled and the need to be filled. The grip on her hip doubled, stilling her movements. Zenobia cried out, soft, dry, and desperate.

  Grant’s tongue found her ear again, darting quickly around the pointed tip of it before sucking her earlobe into that lush mouth of his. She was pretty sure that she was dripping onto her welcome mat, and she couldn’t care less at that moment.

  “Please what?” Grant teased, his grin soft against Zenobia’s cheek.

  Zenobia whined, a low, keening sound that could have been heard echoing from their floor down to the lobby. She bit on her tongue, tears clumping his eyelashes, bared raw at Grant’s mercy.

  “Fuck me.” Zenobia groaned, turning his head to catch Grant’s mouth in a sloppy kiss. “Fuck me here. Fuck me however you want.”

  Grant moaned in the kiss, their tongues tangling together, mouths parted, teeth biting and clashing, drawing blood from abused lips.

  “I’m gonna make you come so hard,” Grant whispered haltingly, his and Zenobia’s breath one and the same. “All messy and uncontrolled like the little slut you are, fucking you hard and fast with my fingers alone.”

  Zenobia keened, tossing her head back, cheek pressed hard against Grant’s jaw line. His teeth scraped along the side of her neck.

  Breathing hard through his nose, he whispered, “I’m gonna make you writhe and ask for more.”

  At that, he delved into Zenobia’s mouth again, tongues battling for dominance. Zenobia whimpered, jaw going slack against Grant’s hard, demanding kiss, his tongue fucking her mouth just like his fingers were plunging in and out of her pussy, all the way up to the knuckle.

  Zenobia whimpered, her legs spreading further apart, trying frantically to support herself with her elbows, crouched uncomfortably on the rug, her hips rolling back, fucking herself on Grant’s hand.

  Grant pulled his fingers back, tongue licking a long, wet swathe from Zenobia’s mouth down to the fluttering pulse point on his neck.

  “I’ll fuck you so hard and fast, you’ll feel me for a week.”

  Zenobia’s pussy clenched desperately, feeling empty and neglected already, a trembling, high-pitched moan spilling past Zenobia’s lips. Grant silenced her, mouths mashing together again as he swiftly worked his fingers back in.

  Zenobia cried out, bucking up and almost tumbling them both to the side. She thrashed in Grant’s grip, shamelessly coming undone. She was driven out of her mind with lust and want and sheer need to come, eyelids at half mast, patches of red high on her cheeks, mouth parted wide, a thin sheet of sweat gracing her features.

  Grant smiled tenderly, letting his mask of dominance slip a little, “So beautiful,” he murmured, kissing Zenobia’s cheek, “So beautiful, Zenobia.”

  Zenobia couldn’t even draw in a full breath. She needed more, wanted more. She tried to capture Grant’s mouth with her own, rolling her hips back, panties tangled around her knees. Grant’s lips brushed over Zenobia’s, slowly, and she tilted her head back to look into Grant’s eyes, dark-hued but for a sliver of jade circling his pupils. Zenobia let her head fall back on Grant’s shoulder with a soft moan.

  “More, Grant. More.”

  Something in her voice must have reached inside of Grant, because he finally took pity on Zenobia and complied. Grant pulled his fingers out, with an obscene, wet sound that echoed in the quiet dark of the hallway. He brought them up to his lips and worked his tongue around them, his eyes half closed as he stared down at Zenobia, the show only for him.

  Zenobia whimpered, her arms and thighs quivering with the strain. She spread her legs as far as she possibly could, her wet and swollen pussy completely on display for Grant to take. She let his fingers slip out of his mouth and drove the three of them straight back in to the last knuckle, crooking and prodding until he managed to hit the pulsing bundle of nerves inside of Zenobia. With the other hand, he attacked her clit harder than she had ever felt in her life. He wanted so badly for her to come right there, and she had no desire to fight him.

  With a strangled cry, Zenobia was coming hard and fast, just as Grant had promised. If it wasn’t for his arm underneath her, she surely would have collapsed, her orgasm so intense she could feel it shaking her to the core.

  She didn’t even get time to come down from the aftershocks before the distant sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor reached her ears. Zenobia’s panties were pulled frantically down past her knees and slipped off of both her ankles. Grant moaned, barely holding onto his last shard of control as he spread Zenobia’s legs apart and yanked her back on his hips, the shocking skin on skin contact making Zenobia shudder and writhe under his body.

  “Can’t fucking wait,” Grant groan breathlessly above her.

  The blunt head of Grant’s long, stiff dick was at her sopping wet entrance, stretching and burning, inching slowly in until she could feel Grant’s balls slapping against her. They moaned together, Grant’s arm tight around Zenobia’s waist. Her hand covered his on her waist, their fingers tangling together. Their heartbeats raced wildly as they both struggled to hold on, to make it last. Grant breathed hard through his nose, trying to regain some control of himself. He planted a short, wet kiss at the back of Zenobia’s neck, nuzzling the damp skin with his forehead as he held them both still, savoring the moment.

  “Do it!” Zenobia’s voice was fucked raw, threadbare thin. “Do it, Grant. Fuck me.”

  She exhaled as she brought Grant’s hand up to her mouth to lick at his fingers, tasting both herself and his pre-cum: a wonderful mix of sour and sweet on her tongue. Grant groaned, a full shudder that shot through Zenobia’s prone body. She moaned around his fingers, making obscene slurping noises, her hips jerking slightly, trying to force Grant to do something, anything. Only the feeling of his dick inside of her was enough to get her hot again. She wanted more, needed more, or she might just die from this overwhelming hunger.

  “Please, Grant… Fuck me, please, I can’t—I want—” Zenobia whimpered, past caring what came out of her mouth.

  Slowly, Grant began to pull out, and back again, small, tiny thrusts that would drive them both insane with need if he kept going long enough.

  “More,” Zenobia whined, her head falling forward again, “Harder.”

  Grant squeezed his eyes shut, pulling almost all the way out before delving back in, angling himself upwards to make sure he hit Zenobia’s g-spot with every single thrust. She gasped, her mouth a round “O,” eyes rolling back with sheer, undiluted pleasure as Grant picked up pace.

  “That’s what you want?” Grant gritted out.

  He fucked her hard in deep, long, confident thrusts that had his dick rub up against every oversensitive nerve inside of Zenobia, making her curse and beg and cry wordlessly in a fluent, non-stop string of sound.

  Zenobia knew Grant was close, oh-so-close, and she planted her hands firmly apart on the ground, pushing back against Grant’s hips hard, impaling herself completely on Grant’s dick.

  Grant cried out, the sound echoing across the hallway, and slammed in right to the hilt, Zenobia’s forehead hitting the wooden panel of the front door painfully. Zenobia moaned in approval, pushing back on every rocking motion of Grant
’s hips, tight and hot and begging under him, around him.

  Zenobia’s thighs quivered with the effort to keep them parted for Grant’s onslaught, her dress now sticking to her sweat-soaked skin. Grant bent down to suck and nibble at the exposed skin of Zenobia’s neck, taking one of her hands and guiding it towards her pussy.

  “Play with yourself,” he demanded. “Show me you fucking love this.”

  As Zenobia rocked into his thrusts, getting Grant’s stiff cock in as deep as it could go, she did exactly as she was told. Now rubbing her painfully swollen clit as he thrusted harder and harder, she moaned even louder than before.

  “So hot,” Grant moaned in his ear, tightening his grip on both of Zenobia’s hips. “So fucking hot, take it so good, fuck, yes, come on, I want to feel you lose it, feel that sweet little pussy tighten against my cock, that’s it, you know you fucking want to, come hard on my dick, baby, come on, come on—”

  Zenobia whined, not knowing what to do anymore, if she should rock forward onto her own hand or back down against Grant’s lap. The combined sensations of her fiercely rubbing her most sensitive spot and him hitting every delicate nerve inside her again and again sent her head further into a whirlwind of color. Zenobia gave out the most animalistic scream she had ever made as she lost it once more, her body convulsing violently as her orgasm hit. She cursed and cried out as her pussy spasmed against Grant’s rock-hard dick. That was all it took to finally push him over the edge. He stifled an intense cry in the back of Zenobia’s neck, teeth sinking into sweaty skin, as he stuttered his hips forward once, twice, three times more before he too came deep and hot inside of Zenobia’s pussy.

  Zenobia’s movements on her clit faltered slightly, but Grant just kept on pounding inside of Zenobia, the passage slick and hot with their combined juices. His thick cum trickled out of her pussy and down her thighs. Zenobia whimpered, every nerve in her body tingling, overwhelmed with sensation. Her eyes rolled back and she came again, shaking weakly in Grant’s arms.