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*New* Games We Play (NC17) COMPLETE (Liason)
It was Friday night, and Elizabeth was ready to let down her hair, relax, and have a good time. So there she was at Venus Lounge, enjoying a single glass of Merlot and letting the stresses of the workweek float away. The wine was good and had created a mellow warmth that she savored. Several men had given her the once over, starting at her chocolate brown hair, pausing at the hint of cleavage revealed by her close-fitting, low-necked top, and ending at her very shapely legs. But she was careful to ignore them all and give off an unapproachable vibe.
That changed when she felt the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand up. He was there. She glanced down at her watch. 6:30. Bingo. Right on time. When she turned her head to look, their eyes met across the room, crystalline blue against midnight. The shock of it was nearly physical; it was as if he had touched her. She felt an unexpected spark of awareness zing down the length of her body and settle into a tiny ache between her legs.
The man looked like trouble with a capital T. Six feet of sin sheathed in a black shirt and black pants. Unconsciously, she licked her lips as she watched him come toward her. What was the saying again? It’s not the clothes that make the man, but the man that makes the clothes. That was certainly true in his case. All that long, lean muscle…She sighed. It seemed a damn shame to have all that male beauty covered up. A faint blush stole up her cheeks at the naughty thought. Whoa, slow down, girl, she chided herself. All in good time.
Though she wasn’t a vain woman, Elizabeth did know how to make the best of what she had. Trying to look casual, she leaned back on the plush red couch and slowly crossed her legs, fully aware that the seemingly innocuous motion made the tiny black skirt she was wearing ride up and reveal a creamy expanse of thigh. She silently thanked herself for remembering to put on lip gloss before she went out that evening. One leisurely sip of her wine and she was ready. Or so she hoped.
~~*~~
As soon as he stepped into the bar, Jason quickly scanned the room, searching for the stunning brunette he’d been hoping to run into. They’d been playing this game for weeks. Tonight, he hoped, would be their night. He was in luck. She was there, seated on a red couch.
Their gazes locked.
She licked her lips, looking very much like a cat who’d spied a particularly tasty dish of cream.
He swallowed, his jeans suddenly a bit tighter.
Now or never, he thought to himself.
He glanced around the room again as he made his way toward her. A tall, dark-haired man with a beer in his hand was watching her with open interest. He rose from his seat and started to walk in her direction. Jason caught the man’s eye and shot him his iciest glare, willing him to back off. Jason’s lips quirked upward in a small, satisfied grin as the man quickly backed off his hands raised in a gesture of defeat.
Jason made a stop at the bar. After all, he didn’t want to look too eager. Offering the blonde bartender a slight smile he said, “Hey, Jake. I’ll have a Heineken.”
“Coming right up,” she said, returning his smile with one of her own.
Jake set the frosty bottle down in front of him with a wink. He fished a couple bills out of his wallet and placed them on the bar. Then he took a sip of the beer, enjoying the cold, crisp taste. The beer and the air conditioning were a refreshing reprieve from the summer heat outside.
And if he had his way, the night would get much hotter before it was over.
Beer in hand, he walked over to where Elizabeth sat, stopping just a few feet away from her.
Her eyes glittered like sapphires against the milky paleness of her skin. How soft would her skin be if he touched it? What shade of rose would stain those porcelain cheeks when she was caught just on the edge of release?
Suddenly the temperature in the room rose ten degrees, and the beer that had seemed so cold a scant few minutes ago, wasn’t. Jason gulped, sure that the entire bar could hear it.
“Hi,” he said, his voice not nearly as confident as he’d like it to be.
“Hi, yourself,” Elizabeth replied, her lips curving in a smile that stole Jason’s breath.
Glossy, red lips like a just-bitten strawberry. Lips like that should be illegal.
“Mind if I sit down?” he asked, motioning at the empty seat next to her.
“Not at all. Please.” She patted the couch, calling Jason’s attention to her hands. Her nails were cut short but painted the same luscious red as her lips. A vision of those nails clawing his back…those hands wrapped around his…flashed across the movie screen in his mind. He’d bet his bike that she was a wildcat in bed, all teeth and nails and dark hunger.
He sat down quickly, resting his arms in his lap, grateful to be able to hide his growing erection. Damn. And he hadn’t even touched her. Yet.
Angling his body toward her, he said, “I’m Jason,” and held his hand out to her. When she reciprocated and reached out her own, he clasped it in his, not shaking it. His thumb stroked across the back of it, relishing the feel of her tiny hand in his.
“Nice to meet you, Jason. I’m Elizabeth,” she replied. Though she seemed unaffected by his casual caress, the slight breathiness of her voice gave her away. Her voice was like dark chocolate melting over his senses.
Reluctantly he released her hand but moved in just a little closer to her. The smell of her perfume was tantalizing. Something soft and floral, with just a hint of musk. Jasmine, maybe. Whatever it was, it made his mouth water.
Elizabeth bit her bottom lip, worrying it with her teeth. Then she reached to the side and put her nearly empty glass down on the tiny end table. In the process, the royal blue top she wore slipped down a bit, revealing more cleavage. The creamy skin looked achingly soft and any blood that was left in Jason’s brain rushed downward. There was no doubt she was a tiny woman, but a man would have to be blind and insane not to appreciate her well-proportioned curves. Fortunately Jason was neither.
“Can I get you another drink?” he asked, mentally shaking himself.
“Yes, please, Jason,” she replied. His name slipped from her beestung lips like a benediction and paradoxically, like an erotic caress.
“Red wine in the summer, huh?” he asked. “Why not white?”
She shrugged, revealing a thin, satiny bra strap and the delicious curve of one shoulder. “Rules are meant to be broke,” Elizabeth replied. The mischievous twinkle in her eyes sent his already overheated imagination into overdrive.
But then her hand was on his leg, high up on his thigh, dangerously close, and all rational thought flew out the window.
Those strawberry red nails were tracing small, leisurely circles on his leg, sending sparks of sensation arcing through him. What should have been a relatively innocuous touch took on much more meaning when Elizabeth licked her lips. They were already shiny from her lip gloss, and her tongue just made them shinier…and wetter—an irresistible combination and an unmistakable invitation.
Already aroused beyond belief by the captivating woman sitting next to him, Jason took a calculated risk. He captured her hand in his and moved it a couple inches—until it was pressed against his burgeoning erection. When released her hand, he waited to see if she would move it.
She didn’t.
Instead, she squeezed lightly. Emboldened by her brazenness, Jason leaned in until his warm mouth was right next to her ear. “Want to break the rules with me, Elizabeth?”
He felt the shiver that ran through her. Unable to stop himself, he caught her earlobe between his teeth and gave it a gentle tug.
She sighed softly. “Jason…”
Jason stood up and looked down at her. He held out his hand. “Coming?”
Elizabeth laughed quietly, the throaty sound echoing in Jason’s ears and coaxing an answering smile from him. She leaned forward and let him slowly pull her to her feet. Once she was standing, she leaned up on her toes and whispered in his ear, “I sure hope so.”
Part II
Summer had turned the days long and languid; the sky was still light as Jason and Elizabeth sped through the backroads of Port Charles on his motorcycle. Her arms wrapped around his waist and she pressed herself tightly against the solid warmth of his back. Excitement filled her near to bursting as trees and buildings whipped by in a blur of color. Elizabeth let out a shout of pure joy that the wind then captured and tossed away into the distance. She felt...free.
With the beautiful brunette seated behind him on his bike pressing her body tight to his, Jason didn't have a care in the world. The roar of the wind filled his ears, and the world unfurled in front of him in brilliant ribbons of color. He breathed in deeply, savoring the sweet summer air. If someone had asked him to do so, he might have struggled to put the feeling into words. But he had no trouble identifying the emotion for what it was—pure, unfettered happiness.
He was a lucky man.
Jason finally slowed the bike to a stop in front of a white house with a small yard lined with rows of brightly colored pansies, their cheerful faces adding just the right touch. Elizabeth hopped off the bike first, her black skirt inching back down as she did so. Jason cocked an eyebrow, but Elizabeth merely flashed him a saucy smile and a come-hither look, her eyes catching and reflecting the early evening light. She took off her helmet, and the wavy mass of her hair cascaded over her shoulders in a chocolate waterfall. His fingers itched to bury themselves in the silken tresses.
Soon.
Hand in hand they strolled up the walk and to the front door of the house. Jason fumbled with his keys and then dropped them when he felt Elizabeth's small hands give his ass a playful pinch. His sandy brows drew together in a scowl, but his eyes were filled with laughter—and lust. “See what you made me do?” he scolded.
“Who me?” she replied, giving him her most innocent look. She fluttered her eyelashes, nearly distracting him again.
He finally managed to get the door open. He stepped inside the house, with Elizabeth following one step behind him. As soon as they were both inside, Jason quickly shut the door. Before Elizabeth could utter a word, Jason spun her around and pinned her against a wall. He braced his hands against the wall above her head effectively caging her. Not that she seemed to be in any hurry to get away.
He licked a trail of fire down her throat to the hollow where shoulder met neck. A satisfied smile spread across his face as Elizabeth whimpered at his ministrations. Nibbling his way back up, he grazed his teeth along her sensitive skin and felt her arch against him. He paused with his lips just next to her ear. His hands moved from the wall to her ass, cupping and squeezing the warm, soft curves. This elicited a throaty moan from Elizabeth.
Squeezing firmly again, he whispered, “Don't dish it unless you can take it.”
“Oh, I can take it,” she whispered back breathlessly.
Small hands threaded through his hair, and Jason found himself being pulled down for a searing kiss. Elizabeth's lips were warm and unbelievably soft against his. He tilted his head to capture her delectable lower lip. Fighting for control, he slid his tongue against the seam of her lips, seeking entry.
Elizabeth acquiesced without a moment's hesitation, eager for the taste of him. Her lips parted. Jason's tongue slipped inside her mouth, caressing hers. She shivered with arousal, feeling the ache between her thighs intensify. If he touched her there, she knew she would be soft and liquid, just as the length of his cock was hard and warm pressed against her stomach. She needed this, needed him.
Seeking to ease the ache even a tiny bit, Elizabeth tried to wrap her legs around his waist. But the tightness of her skirt made that maneuver difficult. She moaned loudly, frustrated by her ineffectual attempt to get closer to him, to his cock.
Guessing what she was trying to do, he pulled back, breathing hard. “What's the matter? Can't get close enough?” Though his voice was teasing and nearly lighthearted, the look in his eyes was anything but. “It's your fault for wearing that tight little skirt.”
“I thought you'd like it,” said Elizabeth, looking up with heavy-lidded eyes, her head tipped ever so slightly to the right.
His voice was a soft rumble when he said, “I do. But I'll like it even more when you're not wearing it.” That said, he swept her into his arms, seemingly effortlessly, and carried her up the stairs until they reached the bedroom.
When he moved to set her down on her feet, she clung to him, slowly sliding down the length of his body. She wanted to make sure he felt every bit of her. And she was burning to feel every last inch of him.
At last her feet touched the floor. Jason walked her backward until she felt the edge of the bed hit the back of her knees.
She placed her hand on his chest, right over his heart, felt the heat of his skin through the thin cotton of his shirt. “Your heart's racing.”
Jason didn't hesitate to answer. “Because I want you,” he said. His gaze was dark, searching, and unwavering as it caught and held hers; she couldn't look away. The thought that this beautiful man wanted her, Lizzie Webber, made her stomach flutter with a thousand butterflies.
She lifted her hand from his chest and moved it to his face. Gentle fingers skimmed over the angled slash of high cheekbones, traced the contours of his supple lips. When she went to remove her hand, Jason caught it in his and stilled the motion. Smoothly, he brought her hand back to his mouth, began to suck and lick her fingers, one by one.
The sensation of his warm, wet tongue gliding over her fingers sent bolts of pure need lancing through Elizabeth. Her body felt hot, achy, needy. The thought of that tongue playing over her body, teasing her, was too much. She sighed and pressed her legs together unconsciously.
Jason must have noticed, for he turned his attention from her fingers back to her skirt. “Hmm... I did promise to do something about that pesky skirt.” With nimble fingers he pulled down the zipper on the back of her skirt. He kneeled at her feet so he could ease the clingy black fabric over her hips and down her bare legs.
The hunger coursing through Elizabeth's body made it difficult for her to stand up straight, so she held onto Jason's shoulders to steady herself as she stepped out of the skirt and kicked it away. Though the skirt was now disposed of, Jason remained kneeling on the ground in front of Elizabeth. She reached down to tug him to his feet, but he pushed her hands away.
“I'm happy right where I am. Let me look at you.” His hands whispered over her hips as he turned her so she was facing away from him. The perfect, round globes of her ass beckoned to him. The tiny strap of the lacy black thong did little to hide them, and everything to accentuate them.
Jason growled low in his throat, and the feral sound made Elizabeth lightheaded with yearning. And then his mouth was on her, nibbling her bottom until she was wracked wave of pleasure. His teeth nipped and scraped her tender flesh and then were replaced by the soothing sweep of his warm tongue. She was caught in a sea of sensation, was drowning in it. But just as she thought her knees would buckle because of the sweet torture he was lavishing upon her, Jason stood and helped her to the bed. Before laying her down on her back, he started to help her take off her top.
But Elizabeth was impatient to feel his hands all over her bare skin, so she batted his hands away and quickly took off her shirt and the skimpy black bra she wore underneath. She was about to take off her strappy black heels when Jason shook his head and said, “Keep on the 'fuck me' shoes.”
It was a request she couldn't deny, especially when he looked at her like he just wanted to devour every inch of her.
Jason made quick work of his own clothes until finally, he stood before her, completely naked. Elizabeth reached up from her perch on the bed and flicked a blood-red nail across his nipple, drawing a hoarse groan from Jason. She moved to edge of the bed and began to kiss his chest in a a long, wet line from the middle of his chest to his stomach. She eyed his cock greedily. Yes, it would do. It stood out, thick, hard, and as she wrapped her hand around it, she realized it was also wet.
The feel of her hand on his cock was amazing, but Jason had other plans for their evening. He let her hand move over him in a few short, breath-stealing strokes before stilling it and pushing her back until she lay on the bed with her entire body bare and waiting for his touch. “I want to taste you,” Jason murmured against her lips.
Elizabeth moaned her assent.
He kneeled in front of the bed and pulled her forward until she lay just on the edge of it. “Spread your legs for me, honey. I want to taste you.”
That was the last thing Elizabeth heard for a while; at the first touch of Jason's mouth on her center, she went wild, bucking her hips into his mouth. She could hear nothing beyond the pounding of her own heart and the rasp of her own labored breath as Jason parted her folds and licked the tiny nub hidden there. Her body was swamped by pure pleasure as he feasted on her, now thrusting into her with his tongue, then flicking her clit in a steady rhythm that soon had her chanting an endless litany of his name.
“Jason...Jason...Jason...Ja--” She broke off on a sob of pleasure as Jason put two fingers inside her and began to thrust them in and out, in and out, as he continued to play with her clit with his tongue. The pressure built inside her until she thought she would shatter like glass into a thousand jagged pieces.
Then Jason pulled away. “No. Not yet. Not till I'm inside you. Understand?”
Elizabeth fought for control, fought to push back the wave of ecstasy that threatened to engulf her body. She nodded shakily, motioning for him to join her on the bed.
He did so quickly, covering her body with his own. She reached out to touch him, to guide him into her, but Jason held back. Instead, he leaned down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses over her breasts. His cock was heavy and aching, but he would wait. He would love her like she deserved.
She couldn't think, could only feel. Heat, wetness, hunger... Insatiable hunger. She slid her fingers through his hair, scraped her nails against his scalp, making him shudder. Her breath came in tiny, shuddering gasps as she arched beneath him, desperate to feel his mouth on her nipples. Jason stoked the fire in her body with his tongue, finally giving in to her body's relentless demand.
Elizabeth moaned incoherently when Jason's mouth finally closed over her nipple. He suckled until each nipple stood proud and erect, glistening from his attentions. But Elizabeth greedily pulled him back down, needing his mouth on her. He cupped her breast in his hand as he sucked, flexed his hips slightly, rubbing his erection against her.
His mouth felt so good on her. She let herself go, completely giving herself over to his oral assault. She held nothing back, scratching her nails down his back and shoulders as her womb contracted in response to his mouth on her nipples. Finally, when she could take no more, she fisted her hands in his hair and lifted his head so he was forced to look straight into her eyes. “Now, Jason. I need you inside me now. No more teasing. Please.”
He never could deny her anything. He laced his fingers together with hers and held their hands over her head. Though he tried to sheath himself inside her slowly, Elizabeth had other ideas. She wrenched her hands free of his grasp and gripped his ass, pulling him into her with as much strength as she could muster. At the same time, she pushed her hips up. When he was in as deep as he could go, Jason paused and kissed her tenderly, flooding Elizabeth's heart with the warmth had already insinuated itself into every other part of her body.
He filled her so completely she thought she would come just from the feeling of having him inside her. But she breathed deeply, struggling to master her body.
They began to move together, slowly at first, and then faster. The sweat from their body's mingled, as did their breath, until neither could tell where they ended and the other began. The otherwise silent room filled with the music of their moans and the slick, wet sound of their bodies coming together. They thrust against each other in a timeless, instinctive rhythm, both reaching for something that glimmered just on the edge of the horizon.
Elizabeth wrapped her legs around Jason's hips, unwilling to let him go, and let him pound her until she was no longer Elizabeth—she was just feelings, a tangled mass of sensations. “Give it to me,” she begged.
“Take it. It's yours. All yours,” he replied, desire turning his voice to gravel. Jason heard Elizabeth's moans and gasps, felt the fluttering of her inner walls against his cock. Reaching a hand between their bodies, he rolled her clit with his fingers. She came apart in his arms a moment later, screaming his name.
She squeezed him like a vise, sending him hurtling over the edge into oblivion.
When they'd both caught their breath, he brushed her damp hair from her face with infinite tenderness. He kissed her softly, just barely brushing his lips over hers. “You're my world, Elizabeth. You know that, right?”
“I know, Jason,” she replied, cupping his face between her hands. “And you're mine,” she whispered.
~~*~~
“You really like playing make believe, don't you?” Jason asked. “Oh, Jason, give it to me,” he said, gently mocking her.
She tugged at one of his leg hairs.
He grunted. “Ouch! Stop that, wench.”
“Yeah right. Like you don't! ” She smirked. “Want to break the rules with me, Elizabeth?” she said, mimicking his question from earlier that evening.
“Ok, ok. Fine, we're even.We both like playing pretend.” There was a smile in his voice.
“You don't think I'm easy, do you?” Elizabeth asked, a teasing lilt to her voice. Her hand played idly on his chest, smoothing over its hard, warm planes.
“Easy?” Jason snorted derisively. “Are you kidding? It took me five years to get you into bed!”
Elizabeth pulled away from Jason and sat up, leaning against the bed's headboard. Pouting prettily, she crossed her arms across her chest and looked at him with mock irritation. “Hmph. Well if you hadn't married the Incredible Hulk, it would have happened sooner.” She stuck her tongue out at him. “So there.”
Jason groaned and ran a hand through his thoroughly mussed hair. “Elizabeth... Are you going to hold that against me for the rest of my life?
“Unless you do a really good job of convincing me to do otherwise.” Her sapphire eyes twinkled with glee, and for the thousandth time, Jason realized just how lucky he really was.
“I thought I already had,” Jason replied, waggling his eyebrows lasciviously.
“That? I guess it was ok--”
Her words were cut off by Jason's mouth, as his lips met hers in a kiss that made her toes curl. When he finally pulled away, they were both breathless.
“Just ok?” Jason asked. This gorgeous, kind-hearted woman would be the death of him, but at least he'd die happy.
Elizabeth remained silent, but she bit her bottom lip in that way that never failed to drive him wild.
“When did you say the kids get back from your grandmother's?” Jason asked, his voice husky.
“Not until tomorrow night.”
“Good. That gives me plenty of time.”
“To do what?” Elizabeth asked. Her eyes were dark with rekindled desire.
“To make love to my wife again.”
Edited by: Lerdo123 at: 1/23/04 12:54 pm
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