Sasha smirks and slowly bridges the distance between us. “Aww, don’t be sad, Sunshine. It’s not you. I don’t share a bed with anyone.” He pauses to place his arms on the counter, boxing me in. “Although I don’t mind visiting from time to time.”
I’m shaking as he pulls back, full on laughing at me. “God, you're adorable. Come on, Sunshine, we should get started on this game. I have a feeling we’re going to be at it for a while before you’re comfortable enough with me.”
Fuck me, I forgot all about that stupid game. There’s no way I’m going to get through this. I suppose Blanche is right, though. If this is my reaction to a private evening playing Twister, I need the practice before I pretend to have sex in a room full of people.
Again, my roommate must read my face like a book. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. Just breathe. We don't have to be completely naked.”Okay, so less read my face and more notice I’m borderline hyperventilating.
“Look at me. We don’t have to go completely nude today. We can start slow. Whatever you're comfortable with.”
I do my best to nod while he holds my head steady, and take a deep breath. A bra and panties are no different from a swimsuit. And boy, have I worn someskimpyones in my day. “Okay, let me go take a quick shower, and I’ll meet you back out here? Is underwear okay?”
“Sure,” he says, finally giving me space to shimmy past him. “Take your time. I took one while you were knocked out, so I’ll finish with this machine, then get the game set up.”
With a deep breath, I step out of my room and head toward the living room.You can do this, Lucy. This is just a man. It’s just a game.Again, I don’t understand what the big deal is here. I’m not some inexperienced virgin who’s never touched a man before. I didn’t gotoocrazy in college, but I’ve been around the block a time or two. Enough to be comfortable with skin to skin at least. There’s justsomethingabout Sasha. Maybe it’s the way he seems like he would know how to please a woman. He can’t be too much older than me, but something about him makes me think he would be better than all the other guys I’ve slept with.
My apprehension dissipates as I turn the corner to the scene Sasha has set up. I can’t help but laugh as I take it all in. It looks like a middle school slumber party threw up in our living room. Streamers hang from the ceiling along with LED light-up balloons. The couch is pushed back a bit to make room for the Twister mat, but it’s covered with shaggy heart pillows and soft purple blankets. A candy charcuterie is displayed on the coffee table with some chips, boxes of pizza, and soda, as well as liquor. The TV is muted, but one of my favorite chick flicks is on the screen, pop music plays from the speakers at just the right volume, and, to top it off, a stack of board games sits beside everything.
He’s set this up like it’s some kind of girly game night instead of aget comfortable being naked with your coworker because we are about to be emulating sexassignment.
Noticing my arrival, he looks up from his decorating and grins. “Do you like it?”
“Like it? This isincredible!” I say, matching the smile on his face. “When in the world did you have time to get all of this?Wheredid you get this? Jesus, I didn’t think I tookthatlong to get ready.”
He chuckles, putting down the glowing beach ball and strides toward me, wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. I was so consumed with the room I didn’t notice the half-naked god of a man in front of me. I’ve only seen him in loose boxers before, but the snug briefs accentuate his bulge in a way I haven’t seen yet. Andgood Lord,what a bulge it is.
“I got everything today while I was out. And you were gone for almost two hours, which was plenty of time to set up our little party. I thought it might help you relax a little. What do you think?”
Before I can stop myself, I fling myself into his arms and squeeze him tight. “Iloveit, Sasha! Thank you for this.”
He returns my hug only for a minute before backing away with a smile. “Don’t mention it, Sunshine. I used to plan game nights to surprise my sister all the time. Now, what do you say we get this party started? I was thinking we could kick it off with some Twister?”
Laughing, I agree and make my way over to the mat. “I’m going to be honest with you. I don’t know when I last played this game. If I ever have,” I say, staring down at the dots on the floor.
Sasha picks up the manual, grumbling something under his breath. “I think we just spin and do what it says.” He puts the rule book down and picks up the spinner. “Here, you start us off. Ladies first and all.”
With my nerves gone, I’ve been able to enjoy the game, laughing with Sasha every time we get jumbled up with our own limbs and fall. We’ve been playing for a while, stoppingoccasionally for food and drink breaks. So far, we’ve managed to avoid any major provocative positions.
Until my last spin—right hand, yellow—which puts my ass in the air right up against Sasha’s crotch.
“Fuck,” hegroans, as my ass rubs against him while I settle into my new position.
“Ugh, I’m sorry. My fat ass is always in the way.”
He takes a deep breath and lets his hands fall to the sides of my hips. “Trust me, Sunshine, the size of your ass isn’t the problem.”
“Oh… well, whatisthe problem?” I ask, turning my head to look up at him, my eyes going wide as he pulls me into his erection.
“I’ve just never seen an ass as amazing as yours.”
With liquid courage from the alcohol I’ve been nursing through the night, I wiggle my hips. “That doesn’t seem like a problem to me.” I giggle.
The air in the room shifts as he grips my hips, growling. “The problem is, Sunshine, that I’ve never wanted to fuck an ass more than I do yours.” He leans over my body slowly, his breath along my spine causing chills. When he makes it to my ear, he nibbles on my lobe before whispering, “If you only knew the things I imagine doing to you, you would run for the fucking hills.”
Between his words and his weight, I lose my grounding and collapse, with him falling on top of me. I’ve barely hit the floor when he flips me over, trapping me beneath him.
The moment goes on for what seems like an eternity as we lie there lost in each other. There’s a darkness in his eyes I haven’t seen before, from him or anyone else. Like there’s something dangerous and predatory hidden deep within his soul.Or maybe not so deep.
“You should go to bed,” he eventually grits out.
