Ryan and Delmore out on a date, part 4

They were down to their final showdown. The decisive match of Rocket League. Their chances were proportionate. Fifty/fifty since none of them had actually played the game before. They were both at a novice level. The determining factors were fast adaptability, quick reactions, and intelligence. They were both stressed. Not because they were afraid of stripping. If anything, they would’ve loved to strip for each other right there and be done with it on the sofa due to the already built up sexual tension caused by both their exposed body parts. Delmore with her lovely lascivious body and Ryan with his sculpted hard-rock abs and pectoral muscles. You’re probably thinking: Relationship goals!

They’re both down to their final 2 pieces of clothing. She in her Victoria Secret lingerie. I know, pretty fancy. It made her even more tantalizing. He was so motivated to snatch the win, for obvious reasons. Wink wink! He was in his Calvin Klein boxer briefs – yes he’s allowed to be fancy too. Especially when showing his tight athletic behind – and grey undershirt. Fact: He dislikes white undershirts because they get dirty easily. Ain’t nobody got time for Dat.

She released her knee and put it down, changed her position so now she’s sitting the same he was: bent forward, clutching the joystick for dear life, eyes glued to the screen, fingers twitching and itching waiting for the slightest command to dive into action. Massive tension combined with impressive concentration, that’s what the atmosphere smelled like. The kind of concentration you exhibit the week before exams to whatever your teachers/professors have to say. The kind of concentration you show when someone’s about to comfy in you a juicy secret.

Anyways, allow me to explain to you what Rocket League’s game concept is, for those who haven’t heard of it:

It’s basically soccer. But instead of having a team of mini virtual soccer players, you control cars. There are turbo boosts you could use to fill out your tank. It’s basically utter mayhem and chaos. You get to control one car, which you get to customize and upgrade, and there’s a lot of bumping, so if you’re a fan of getting easily frustrated and start cursing and fussing in no time, then this game’s for you. It’s a load of fun if you play it against other people.

Back to our lovebirds: One minute left on the clock. The game’s tied 2-2. You’re probably expecting a classic last-minute goal right? Well to hell with your expectations. Ryan already scored at the beginning of the remaining time. He was so rubbing it in her face. He nudged her shoulder with his provoking her, pulled his tongue out mimicking a child who just got what he wanted in front of his siblings, and teased:

– Who’s stripping now newbie? He gestured the shape of an ‘L’ on his forehead with his right thumb and index finger, indicating ‘Loser’, as the game went into replay mode.

– Shut up you jerk. I still have time. She snapped back at him, extra jumpy.

– give it up already. Only 30 seconds left. I won. You lost. Nana nana na

She has had it with him. So she elbowed him knocking him off balance causing him to drop his controller. That short time window was enough for her to snatch the ball from his team, chucked it forward from the left side and dashed to catch up with it, tossed it over his motionless car defender to her car attacker who jumped in the air and struck the ball with its bumper and GOAL!

– HEY! That’s cheating! Ryan protested.

– What? Are you gonna cry little baby? She mimicked a crying baby sound. Suck it up. Who’s the loser now huh?

– Oh is that how you wanna play? Said Ryan trying to intimidate Delmore.

– Awww little baby is mad. She taunted.

He rose to his feet slowly, resembling a huge dark terrifying shadow, leaving the joystick on the sofa, ignoring the game, and looked down at her and ordered in a calm threatening tone:

– Run!

He lunged forward to catch her but she squealed and barely escaped his grip. She took refuge behind the kitchen counter, yet there was nowhere to hide.

– You might as well just come willingly. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. I’ll be collecting my prize soon anyway. Why delay it? Ryan said cockily.

– You’ll have to catch me first. She replied with her tongue out. They kept running in circles around the counter, the living room sofa, the serving cart… It was a matter of time until he wears her down and she’d surrender to him. Like a prey admitting defeat. Meanwhile, he was enjoying a bit of exercise and the sexy foreplay.

With what’s left of her breath, she made a run to the bedroom ladder. She was able to reach the top before he could reach it himself. She thought she’d lock herself in the bathroom until he changes his mind then negotiate truce terms. But to her surprise, the showoff jumped vertically like 30 inches off the ground, grabbed the edge and muscled-up himself displaying remarkable athleticism. And now she’s trapped.

– I told you that you should just give it up. Said Ryan smugly.

– I don’t go down without a fight, sore loser. Replied Delmore contumaciously. Boy, he liked that recalcitrant, domineering fire within her. Suddenly she tried to dart to the bathroom, but he was far agiler then she was as he caught her from behind, clasping his hands around her waist, turned her around and picked her up on his shoulder.

– Put me down, you big buffoon! She grumbled as she kicked and pummeled his back.

– Shhhhhhhhht! Be quiet! He replied smirking, tapping her behind gently. It’s time for me to cash in my reward.

To that, she groaned and succumbed to defeat. She was actually enjoying the foreplay, making it all the better for both of them, building the excitement and nourishing the sexual tension.

He dropped her mildly on his bed and climbed on top of her. He ogled her, mesmerized by Aphrodite’s incarnation that is her.

– You’re the girl people write books about. He whispered ever so blandly and charmingly, as his eyes devoured her whole. Delmore blushed and turned her head to the side exposing her inviting neck.

– Stop looking directly at me. I can’t handle direct eye-contact with you. She murmured back.

– But I love admiring you. I would fancy looking at you as much as I possibly can. Ryan replied sweetly. She turned crimson red. Putting his right index finger on her delicate chin, he turned back her head to its original position and continued gazing in awe in her eyes. She couldn’t help but bite her lower lip.

His instant turn on. The one thing that gets his testosterone levels to spike up to their maximum. She just triggered the wild sexual beast within him. Before she could release her lip, his were already on hers in a syrupy, tantalizing lock, their tongues intertwined together. His hands slid under her neck and below her waist, not daring to get her out of what remained of her garments to prolong her pleasurable torture. Her hands were tugging at his hair then her nails dug into his back marking her territory. That particular scene was a work of art. But isn’t making love an art itself? That was only the debut of what’s yet to come. A tiny fraction of the lustful fun they ended up having.

He pulled her up close to him with the hand holding her below the waist. His other hand lifted her hip and curled her leg around his waist. Automatically, her other leg followed. And swiftly, he picked her up, their lips still sealed in a lickerish embrace, walked holding her up to back her against the wall. The steamy kissing session finally came to a stop. Both of them staring wildly into each other’s eyes. Their breaths ragged and heavy. His eyes shone with intense desire, whilst hers flashed with innocence and submission. If her eyes could speak, they’d utter I’m all yours. Too little in your arms. In your sweet embrace, I’m feeling safe. Then she bit her lips again. Ryan’s muscles wired. His eyelids fluttered as he fought to subdue his ire hormones.

– Stop biting your lip. Do you have any idea of the thoughts swarming in my head because of that? He groaned through gritted teeth.

– Show me what you’re capable of. Who knows, I might be into your perverted thoughts. She whispered back teasingly, then licked his mouth.

Boy… oh… Boy…

He tightened his grip on her buttocks, shifted his mouth’s attention to her slender neck and started thrusting his pelvic area forward meeting hers causing her to let out melodic moans as she indulged in the sensational feeling of both his lips and tongue over her earlobe, chin, neck, and shoulders, and his bulge brushing over her covered soft spot.

But before he could proceed, he hurriedly printed a kiss on her lips and rushed over to his laptop, which was in sleep mode, looked for a specific folder and clicked on a selection of soundtracks and pressed the return button. Before she could ask him what was that about, his selected playlist vibrated all around the space, encircling them in a bubble of luscious euphony only to hone the atmosphere.

Daughter – Love

Elliott Smith – between the bars

Ed Sheeran – Kiss me

The xx – Angels

Secondhand Serenade – Your call

Daniel Hart – Love more

Apocalypse – Cigarettes after sex

Snowmine – Let me in

he turned to her and saw the amusement on her lovely face in the shape of a rhapsodic grin. Eyes closed, her flexible frame swayed in a pattern that personified the tune’s rhythm. Her hair waved along, brushing against her round rosy cheeks. For a moment, Ryan thought that she was in trance. He rested his covered glutes on the edge of his desk, folded his arms on his chest and blissfully contemplated her. Delmore opened her eyes and beamed at him, extending her arm for him, motioning with her index finger for him to come. Ryan complied, ensorcelled, strutting leisurely looking like a Greek god sculpture brought back to life. She checked him out from head to toe, scanned his manly features from his black-haired marine hair-cut, his Roman nose, his thin mouth, down to his bulky shoulders and trapezes, his hairless chest, his sculpted abs, down further to his… Her rictus fixated on his half-grown bulge and again, unconsciously, her teeth sunk in her lower lip and that was the straw that broke the camel’s back.