Ex game chapter 7

minutes. Please put your
seats in the upright position.” The Captain speaking diverted
me from my memories again. I made sure my seat was
upright and my seat belt tightened, and smiled at the
memories of that first weekend. I had stayed the whole
weekend at Brandon’s apartment and we had stayed up all
of Friday night watching French movies on Netflix, and then
on Saturday he had taken me into Brooklyn and we had
brunch at a cute little place in Park Slope. It had been
perfect. He hadn’t even tried to touch me. Just two long,
intense kisses before bed and then he fell asleep. He fell
asleep while I lay there staring at his back, wanting to touch
him and feel his skin next to mine. Only I was too scared
and pathetic. I was still a girl, pretending to be a woman. “Welcome to
the Diva Hotel, Mrs. Raymond.” “Ms.” I smiled at the front
desk clerk. “It’s Ms.” “Sorry, Ms. Raymond. Would you be
preferring two full size beds or one king?” “King, please.” I
handed her my credit card for incidentals and waited for my
room key. “Is there anything else we can help you with
today?” “No, that’s all, thanks.” I took my credit card back,
grabbed my suitcase and walked over to the elevator. I saw
a doorway to my left that led to a Starbucks, and I figured I
could grab a coffee there in the morning before the
orientation started. I was going to need to be as alert as
possible as soon as I arrived. I walked into the elevator with
its fluorescent purple lights, and I was immediately taken
back to the night I had convinced Brandon to go to a
nightclub with me. It had been the second week we had
been seeing each other. We’d gone out to dinner and were
walking back to his place when we passed Doug’s. I
grabbed his arm and stopped him. “Let’s go in.” I grinned
and nodded towards the door. The strobe lights and
booming top-40 music crept through the doorway and he
shuddered. “Come on, it’ll be fun.” “I don’t do clubs.” He
shook his head with a small smile. “Just for five minutes.”
“I guess I could do five minutes.” He grabbed my hand and
we walked in easily, without being carded, just as I knew we
would be. I wasn’t dumb this time, and we bypassed the
bar, going straight to the dance floor. I grabbed his hands
and started dancing. At first, he was a bit stiff. I could tell
that he wasn’t one for bumping and grinding, but he seemed
to get into the swing of things very quickly. One of my
favorite rap songs came on, and I pushed back against him
excitedly. He seemed to enjoy it, and allowed his hands to
roam freely over my stomach and all the way up to the
underside of my breasts as he held onto me. I can
remember the next moment clearly. A purple strobe light
illuminated us in the room and we danced slowly in the
crowd of people. I laughed and shimmied, enjoying the
vitality I felt in the room, and then his hands slid all the way
up and I felt them cupping my breasts as we danced. I
paused for a split second, startled by the feel of his hands
kneading my breasts. It felt different and it felt good. I
looked around quickly to see if anyone had noticed, but no
one was paying attention to us. They were too caught up in
what they were doing. Doug’s was filled with people, but in
that moment as the beats ruined our hearing and our bodies
moved together as one, it felt like we were all alone and my
body felt like it was on fire. His fingers became more
aggressive against my breasts and as he pinched my
nipples I backed into him hard, crying out in pleasure,
though the sound was muffled by the music around us.
Brandon pulled me around and into him, and then his lips
came crushing down on mine. I kissed him back eagerly,
my tongue entering his mouth and exploring every part. I
sucked on his tongue eagerly, enjoying the faint taste of
chocolate from the shared dessert we’d had at the
restaurant. His hands lowered from my back to my ass, and
he cupped my asscheeks as he pushed me into him. I
gasped against his mouth as I felt something hard pressing
against my belly. I knew without a doubt that it was his
erection, and a secret thrill ran from the tips of my toes, up
my legs, through my belly, to my tingling breasts and to my
eager mouth. I had done that to him. I had turned him on
and he wanted me. It made me feel heady with power. Here
was this handsome, rich, and captivating man, and he
wanted me. Even though I didn’t have a lot of experience,
and I didn’t dress in fancy clothes or know how to apply
makeup. Even though I talked about movies too much and
rambled on about poets and writers late into the night. He
still wanted me. I kissed him back harder then, pushing
myself into him, running my hands through his hair. I was
caught up in the moment as I ravished him harder than he
ravished me. Sometimes I think that if he had wanted to, I
would have even let him make love to me right there on the
dance floor. “Now, now, Katie.” He pulled away from me
with lust-filled eyes. “This isn’t the place.” “Let’s go, then.” I
grabbed his hand without thinking and pulled him off of the
dance floor. “Let’s go back to your place.” His eyes grew
dark with desire at my words and he pushed me against the
wall, and ran his fingers down my neck. He stared into my
eyes with such intensity that it was all I could do to not
reach over and touch him. “Are you sure you want to do
that?” He growled into my ear. “Because if I take you
tonight, there will be no letting go. No turning back. I will
make you mine. I will possess you.” “I want you to take
me.” I swallowed hard at his words. “I want you so badly,
Katie.” He shook his head as if to clear his mind. “Ever
since the morning after I took you home, I’ve wanted you.”
“So then take me.” “We don’t have to do this if you’re not
ready.” I laughed then, big happy and immature laughs. “Of
course I’m ready. I’ve practically been begging you for the
last ten minutes.” “Then let’s go.” He grabbed my hand and
pulled me out of the club. We ran like schoolkids down the
road to his -----------------