A/N: This chapter fits between Chapters 27 and 28 of Bobby and Jess Take Phoenix.
Chapter Six: Their Game
"You're crying," Tony told Angela. He could feel her tears dropping onto his neck, even as she kissed a crooked line from shoulder to chin.
"It's ok," she told him, just wanting to push her thoughts and feelings aside until morning.
He turned on his side under the covers and kissed the tears off her face. It was so gentle and caring that she just began to weep harder. He kept at it, letting her grimace and cry, tasting the salty tears. It was more intimate than sex, he thought, seeing her struggle through her fear. "I'm not going to leave you, baby," he whispered.
"You don't know that," she argued with a sob. He pulled her against his chest and smoothed her straight locks. She was gulping mouthfuls of air and shaking. After a minute, he felt her take a deeper breath, then relax and begin to respire more evenly. "I like it here," she finally whispered, sliding a hand along the gap between his shirt and pants and clutching his side.
"I know I love you," he told her, speaking loud and clear. She didn't respond, just trailed her fingers back and forth along the exposed strip above his waistband. He held her skull just above the pillow. His vision had adjusted to the dark, and he could see how she gazed back at him with wide eyes, lips parted invitingly. Without breaking eye contact, she slipped the tips of her fingers under the elastic band. It was a minute movement, but a clear hint. He braced himself with his other hand on her upper arm, and she progressed excruciatingly slowly until her whole hand was inside his pants. She cupped him firmly through his underwear, then stroked his hard length with just her thumb and index finger.
He closed his eyes, unable to tolerate the touching and the intense eye contact at the same time. She resumed kissing his neck while she stroked him lightly through the fabric, and then their lips were touching, tongues sliding against each other, teeth clashing. They hadn't made love for a few days, and he yearned to be one with her again. His hips shifted forward, pressing his manhood against her palm. She gave him several firm passes, then removed her hand and sent it up his shirt. Her delicate fingers bumped over each prominent abdominal muscle, then ghosted over his ribs and moved toward the center of his chest, brushing his nipple four separate times. He was gripping her arm tightly now, so tight that she thought she might bruise. They parted only long enough for him to get his shirt off, and then resumed kissing while both of her hands roamed his chest. She returned her lips to his neck, shoulders and chest, biting his nipple gently before pressing her open mouth over it and soothing with her tongue. His dick was aching for relief. He didn't want to handle himself when her touch would be so much better.
She made her way down his body, and he released his grip, lying back with his hands under his head to prevent himself from influencing her. When she reached his waistband again, she pulled at it, and he lifted his hips, allowing her to slide his pants down. He kicked them off under the covers. His boxers were still in place, and it was killing him every time she brushed over the fabric to plant a kiss on his lower abdomen. She moved down to his upper thighs, no longer sweeping across his covered package, and that was somehow even more torturous.
Angela could see that Tony was suffering in his intense desire. It made her feel powerful to know that she could still have this effect on him, even after their numerous sexual encounters. It wasn't always like this. They asked each other for sex pretty freely, and sometimes the act was perfunctory, though enjoyable. Tonight, though, he was rock hard and leaking a spot onto his grey boxers, which she could see even in the dark. She pulled at the elastic and waited for him to lift his hips. When she freed him, he sprang up at a steep angle, and she framed the organ with her hands in his pubic hair.
"Please touch me," he begged, and she looked up to see that his hands were no longer behind his head but wound into a compound fist under his chin. The position was almost prayerful. Instead of using her hands, she put her mouth around the tip and licked the underside. He jerked, involuntarily sliding a portion of his length along her tongue. "Fuck!" he cried out, a little too loudly.
"Shhh, we have a guest," she reminded him. "I really wanna suck you off, but only if you can be quiet." She grasped the base and mouthed at the shaft and tip until he grunted in agony.
"Stop," he whispered. "I love the way you use your mouth, but it's too much right now." He turned and pushed up her shirt, circling her newly exposed breasts with his hands and watching her nipples tighten. She sat up and peeled her shirt all the way off, letting him jiggle her boobs alternately and squeeze them together.
"You're so immature," she laughed. "It's like you've never seen a pair of tits every time my top comes off," she told him. He shut her up by taking one into his mouth and rolling the peak of the other.
"Immature?" he asked. "Like I've never seen a pair?" He switched sides, sucking and nibbling until she gasped. "I know exactly what I'm doing," he said commandingly. She urged him back up and they kissed sloppily as he continued to play with her bosom. She lifted her hips and pushed her pants down. The move left her more frustrated, as she could no longer get any friction where she wanted it. He began moving down her body and nibbling randomly at her exposed skin, pushing her pants down far enough that she was able to kick out of them.
"What are you doing?" she asked when he stopped at her belly and applied open-mouthed kisses all over it. She was throbbing and wet, in desperate need of something. She didn't much care whether it was his hand, his mouth, or his cock at this point.
"Just thinking," he said.
She took a deep breath, hoping he wasn't thinking what she thought he was thinking. Their life here was perfectly imperfect, but it was fragile. Anything could upset the balance. Finally, he moved on, sucking on the sensitive skin all around her opening before dragging his tongue all the way through her slit and up to her apex. "Motherfucker!" she exhaled.
"Yes, I am," he joked, continuing to pleasure her with his mouth. His dick still ached with need, but he wanted to make her come. She bent her knees around his head and tilted her hips into him. He plunged two fingers inside and was rewarded with a cry of delight that spurred him to suck diligently at her clit. When he felt her muscles spasm, he abandoned the task and reclined next to her.
"You asshole," she raged, but it was all part of their game. She climbed on top and chased her climax, letting him watch and admire her as she debased herself. She parted her cleft with two fingers, showing off her swollen clit as it rubbed against his pistoning cock.
"Get in there," he said, holding her hips down and encouraging her to grind against him. "I'm ready to come with you," he said.
"Go ahead," she said, bracing herself against his chest with one hand and sliding the other over her clit. "Give it to me," she exhaled, just as she was overcome by ecstasy. His cock twitched inside her as he came. They prolonged their mutual climax as long as possible, ignoring the sticky mess. Ultimately, it had to come to an end, though, and she rolled off him to settle at his side.
"Jesus," he whispered. "How could I ever give you up?" he asked, kissing her on the temple.