A Game of Depravity [Part 8]

The alarm rang, first echoing in a dream, and then in her ears as Mina stirred too early on a Saturday morning. Hints of sunshine turned the skies periwinkle, a varnish of pinks glinting off the windows of the house across the street. She was in her own room, bright walls and open windows. Blaring endlessly the alarm roused her from under comforting covers.

Instead of fumbling for Daniel’s phone, Mina gave his shoulder a shove. “Phone. Dan, phone. Early. Shut it off. Shut. It. Off.” Each word accented with a nudge to his shoulders.

He was a pain to sleep with, though Mina had gotten used to his proximity. Shifting from room to room over the last two weeks, and rarely sleeping alone.

A large hand swatted his phone from the side table, silencing the alarm. His voice was deep and thick with sleep. “See, if we let the alarm keep ringing it would have stayed six forever.”

“That isn’t how time works.”

“They should make an exception for us.” Daniel shifted, hands gathering Mina into them. Warmth drifted across her midsection, her soft stomach and hips his to poesse. Just as his legs became hers, tangled with her own as they awoke and fumbled into their early morning greeting.

The last one for weeks. This afternoon, Daniel flew to the beginning of his book tour.

The kisses were even sweeter this morning, or was Mina recalling the fragments of her dream, airy and perfect. The lighting had glowed, yet the sun cast across Dan’s face was warm and golden. Was the the dream?

Her back arched under his touch, heavy breasts flush to his build. Fingers following the trail of his spine, into his dark hair, Mina whimpered against his lips. A heady moan developing as his clever fingers sank between her thighs, finger running between her lips, coaxing a wetness to spill from her. Trailing the the length of her her pussy, a finger paused to swirl around her throbbing nub. A want birthed in her dreams, now manifest in reality as she ground into his familiar touch.

Daniel’s mouth dipped to her neck, leaving reminders of his existence along her skin in dark rouge, ones she would be flustered about later. In this moment there was divinity in his lips.

“Turn around,” he murmured.

“Huh?” Dazed, Mina was already breathless.

“Turn around.”

Hearing him, she shifted in his arms, rolling from his chest until the sun streamed into her eyes. She wiggled her behind, shifting into his curved length. Feeling his arousal was a treat, instantly her mouth watered, wanting to be wrapped around it. Her thighs longed to part for him. Rocking her hips she teased his cock, just as he teased her clit.

Dan’s arm wrapped around her hip, fingers returning to the swollen nub as he lightly pinched, then massaged either side until she purred in his arms. Wanting to hold him, her hand gripped his side. The other clutched the corner of a pillow, squeezing it when he finally slipped two fingers into her slick sex. They curved into her wall, demanding her back to arch as he grazed the patch of tissue that made her cry out his name.

“Join me, tease your clit,” he rasped. Her hand departed the pillow, uniting with his as she rubbed her fingers into her sloppy clit with none of the delicacy he practiced on her. If only she could touch him.

Dan’s pleasure was giving this morning.

Together they worked her close to the edge of an early morning orgasm, her body twitching. Large breasts heaving with every jolt of her body. Pink nipples erect, demanding a touch they were denied as Daniel drove her toward release.

Their breathing, tied together in a knot of erratic pants, was brought to a halt. His hand left her sex, gripping her thigh and lifting her leg. Cool air hit her dripping pussy, thighs soaked. In the space created, his cock slid along her lips, becoming quickly coated in her arousal. “I fucking need you right now. I can’t wait.”

“Don’t. Don’t wait. Fuck me.”

“This aint fucking, princess,” he abraded.

He didn’t hesitate, his thrust pushing his head past her lips and deep into her sex. She stretched around him, hips rolling to fit to this new position – one of many they had tried together.

“You feel so good,” She praised.

“Good,” he said, his large hand coming to cup her needy breast, the grip firm. He didn’t toy with her. Every hair on his chest dragged along her back as he pulled himself in and out. In and out. Lips on the back of her neck, kisses labored and broken, teeth scraping against her skin as bite transformed into groan.

When she shifted her leg, closing her thighs slightly, a fullness had her caressing her own abdomen. She moved with him, thrusting back as he pulled upwards, a melody of movements causing them to gasp as they clung to one another. Her hand gripped his hip, feeling his muscles move into her. A delicious tension ripened between her thighs once more.

“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop, Dan,” she gasped.

“Never.” He nipped at her ear. “Put your hand back on your clit. But don’t cum. I want to cum with you.”

Doing as he instructed, Mina returned her fingers to her needy nub, finding the smallest touch enough to bring her back to the sharp convulsions, the prelude to climax. “Too much, please.”

He persisted without response, sharp breathing the only answer.

“Please.” Again, she begged, the pressure becoming unbearable. “Please. Please. Dan, please.”

“I’m not stopping you,” he grunted, making it clear this was something else entirely. “Cum if you want…I just rather cum with you.”

Mina held herself to his request, the temptation to cave beckoning her. Luring her, crying out to her. The walls of her sex clamped around his cock. Her teeth gritted. Sweat beaded at her temples. She squeezed her hand around his thigh. Her other hand grasping onto his over her breast unable to continue pleasuring herself.

“Please. Please.” She begged, not for her own release but for his, gyrating her hips into his now desperate thrusts.

Dan bit her shoulder, grunting as he tasted the musk on her skin. “Fucking love…fucking you. You’re perfect fuckinh…pussy.” A growl welled at the back of his throat, overpowering his chest as it rumbled. His release was sudden, and much to her relief.

Mina followed shortly after, milking his cock. Every drop of his seed squeezed from his veiny, soaked shaft, as they rolled to a stop. Each of their bodies, creating little frictions as they rode the waves or release together. His words only registered when her eyes opened, having slipped shut in rapture.

Light slotted through her shades, exposing their bodies. His words exposed as well. For a second she thought he confessed to loving her, truly the makings of a dream. She felt the surge of fear break as she realized he had only confessed to loving her cunt.

“I love your fucking cock,” she breathed. Lazily rolling her head back into him, she kissed under his jaw.

“Come with me.”

“I just did.”

“No, come with me on tour,” he clarified.

“I can’t. I have my own clients,” Mina insisted. “Besides, I have a nice toy to remember you by.”

“You could have the real thing.”

“I can still have the real thing any time I want.”

He nuzzled her neck. “Cruel. I’ll be stopping in Westport, you can visit your mother.”

“Cruel,” she retaliated, shifting in his grasp to get a read on his handsome face. Every time she glanced at it, his features seemed more refined. A sharper looking glass, a closer lens.

His fingers smelt of her as he cradled her cheek. “They are only offers.”

“I’ll make you an offer. Breakfast, on me, if you get up and pack.” Mina bit into her lower lip, dashing a kiss across his own before peeling away.

“I had other ideas of things I could eat,” Daniel suggested, groaning as he got up from the bed.

Within minutes, she heard the shower going, and within seconds she found herself under the spray with Daniel. The sex was loud and soapy. Her heavy tits bouncing as she bent over for him to take her roughly. Wet smacks of skin echoed off the tiles.

He had his thumb sank into her ass, giving her the extra stimulation that she learned she often needed when taken from behind. He pumped the thumb to the rhythm of his thrusts, pressing the whole length into her at one point, making her curse loudly and often as she slammed herself back onto his length. “Fuck it, do it! Fuck my ass,” Mina demanded, lost in the sensation of roughness. The opposite of only minutes ago.

Dan let his hand fall hard on her behind. A wet smash ricocheted off the walls. Another followed, the water making the skin more receptive, a sting traveling down her thigh. He gripped her ass and parted her cheeks with force. “I told you you’d beg me to fuck this ass of yours.”

“I’m done begging, I’m demanding,” Mina said, daggering him with her eyes as she looked behind her.

“Yes, princess.” When he said it, the name gave her power.

She felt the pulsing head of his cock at the entrance of her ass, barrling against the skin in a rage. It popped through her outer ring, back arching. He pressed a hand to her lower back and guided her back into position to accept more of his length, stretching her trained hole. The process was slow, though their words heated as the water and steam around them.

“You like fucking my ass, don’t you?”

“Mhm.”

“Like how tight it is?”

“Mhm.”

“Use your words,” Mina instructed, voice heady as her ass swallowed most of his cock. Naughtiness was her aphrodisiac, knowing his cock was lodged deep where it shouldn’t have been. Her clit throbbed, pulsing.

“Thank you for giving me your perfect little hole, princess,” he submitted.

A smile curled on her lips as they dynamic shifted. She’s had him tied down before, had him beg. Plead. He felt the pain she endured, and he felt the gratification of waiting. Their time together was running out, this playtime truncated. Knowing this, his thrusts became fast and desperate, hands on her hips to keep her steady. Her breasts swayed, water running down them in a gentle caress, that only made her want to drag him to bed to continue worshiping her body.

He erupted inside her ass after a few more minutes of their bodies loudly colliding in their race for completion. She felt his hot seed lubricate her used hole, heightening the sensation as he drove her to completion with the assistance of his fingers circling her clit. An arm around her waist kept her upright, and he held her to his chest under the spray until the water cooled.

Their bodies worked together. They had made this work together. Some days so well, that when she sat across from him, like she did at breakfast after he had packed, Mina felt like she could take his hand in hers. Then she thought of what came after, the backslide, the moving truck, the fallout. Trapped by loss, Mina kept her heart guarded and hands to herself, cutting into a slice of melon with the edge of her fork. They could have everything, but only in the bedroom.

The day was pleasant, hot with hints of fall approaching. A light cardigan was draped over a casual black shirt, tight pants hugging her bottom. A pastel pink scarf wrapped around her neck, hiding away evidence.

Across, Daniel wore faded jeans, a plain white shirt and striped sweater, which now hung from the back of his chair. “I’m not packing a jacket. If it’s old I’ll buy one there. What do you do with it in the airport, do you wear it the entire flight? I’ve never figured it out.”

“I think you have bigger problems to worry about,” Mina insisted, lounging back in her chair. Through the door her eyes caught a familiar face, causing her sentence to drop. “Oliver, hi!”

Allen Toliver found her as well, dark eyes lighting as he maneuvered through chairs to say hello. He was all height, like a flagpole. His charisma made him seem larger, lanky arms and legs sculpted from his dance training.

“Mina, nice to see you buying breakfast instead of making it for all of us. I do miss your pancakes. Can I have her back, Dan?”

“You never make me pancakes,” Dan pouted.

“You hate maple syrup.”

“Pancakes aren’t exclusively bound to syrup. Mina, I can’t believe you’ve been depriving him.” Oliver, one of Megan’s roommates, folded his arms across his slim chest. “Bummer though, you’re gonna miss the play. Guess you’ll have to catch it when they make it big, just like you have, bud.”

“I’m not big. My story is. I’ll let it be in the limelight if it means I am out of it,” Dan grumbled over the tender subject.

Mina bolted into the conversation. “Are you going to the theater early on opening day. I figured we could and wish them all good luck, or leg breaking.”

“Brilliant idea. We should meet up early, go look at the fancy bottles of bubbly at that one shop with the security cameras everywhere. Maybe get some food, then head over,” Oliver suggested.

She had attended several of the performances Oliver was in over the years. Mostly as a group, and only once by herself, where she had brought him a single rose as a joke. The biggest joke of all was when he tried to teach her part of the dance. It was awful. She was awful. And the kiss they shared, if she remembered through the haze of what they had been drinking, was just as bad.

They were still friends.

“Sounds good, we’ll work out the details,” Mina said, giving him a slight wave as the conversation dissolved once Oliver’s order was called and bag of takeout handed over.

“Did I just watch you set up a date right in front of me?” Daniel said after a moment, his brows raised.

“No! God, no.”

“I mean, it can be if you want.”

“Do you want me to?” Mina asked, slipping into the defensive. She had only been thinking it was a shame Dan would miss this, and by extension, she would miss asking him to go with her. If she had worked up the courage to finally ask him what she was sure they had both been thinking. They were on the same frequency, weren’t they?

“I’m not about to set up a date for you. What do I look like, a match maker. I’m shit enough as it is with my own dating life.”

“So you call those hookups dates?”

“Encounters.” He countered.

“Of the third kind,” she added, lips pulled into a smile.

“Funny, but true. I’m not the dating type,” Daniel punctuated clearly, making Mina’s smile falter. That was it, wasn’t it. The clear cutoff of what they were, all they could be. Two friends that fucked. Two friends that had breakfast after. Friends.

It was torture, but she asked. “You never go on dates with those woman?”

“No, not in the traditional sense.”

“So this, breakfast after….you know, not a date?”

“It’s just breakfast.” He gave her that half grin which drove her wild. “But I don’t ever have breakfast with any of them. Just you.”

He reached across the table, giving her hand a squeeze, before he returned his slightly sticky fingers to picking out the blueberries from his muffin. By the end of breakfast, Mina felt just as divided as berries were from cake.

Daniel insisted on wasting more time before his flight, texting Laney that he was in capable hand. In turn, Laney sent off a text to Mina, who snapped a picture of the two of them before pocketing her phone and wandering the shops as though tourists in their own city.

Inside a candy story, bins of colorful candies giving off pops of pink and blue, cherry red and swirls of rainbow, Daniel stopped her, a hand on her shoulder, then down to her wrist. His fingers slid in with hers. “Dan, what are you-”

Lips pressing down on hers brought Mina to silence as Daniel displayed a level of affection to her publically. She returned it, hand on his chest and eyes contently closed. When she opened them, she’d be confused again. She thought she knew the definition of the word casual, but it slipped her grasp.

“Saying goodbye. Saying I’m going to miss you. Not really good with words,” he told her as he pulled away.

“Now that is a huge fucking lie,” Mina said.

“I’ll be better at them when I get back,” he promised her. “Maybe even say the right thing for once.”

They parted ways on the boardwalk, Mina not wanting to watch him leave. Worried, perhaps, that she would say the wrong thing.

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