Crimson Clockwork Pt. 01/03 - Sex Stories

Crimson Clockwork Pt. 01/03

... fun teasing him to give a damn.

Every now and then he would whisper advice in my ear. Each utterance of that low, husky voice drew forth a soft sigh from me. I continued to rock and wriggle within his lap, though he kept his hands off of me save to guide my moves upon the board.

After I flicked my piece against the last of my foe's, I lifted my hands in triumph.

"Well played," said my vanquished foe with a soft chuckle.

"And I think this skilled tactician deserves a token of my gratitude," I said, tilting my head back so my lips could graze the mainlander's jaw.

As my tongue flitted out for a taste, I withdrew a red feather from my belt and tucked it into his collar.

Even though the brute had been given official permission to touch me, all I received was a soft brush of his fingers over my hip.

My heart fluttered, somehow finding that more thrilling than an intense kiss.

"I'll redeem that in due time," he said, his voice low and ominous.

I flicked my tongue against his jaw once more and rose smoothly from his lap.

"No red feather for me?" the other man asked with a wide smile. "Not even for teaching you how to play?"

As more moans and cries echoed through the red mist, I withdrew another feather and cocked my head, making a grand show of the mental dilemma.

Leaning forward, I brushed the feather over his cheek, but whipped it away before he could snatch it.

"Perhaps if you'd have let me win one of our other matches, I might have been ...

... tempted."

Movement flickered through the red haze to my left. The other man in black leather emerged, apparently having sated enough women for the time being.

Those bright green eyes looked me up and down as he approached.

Without a word, he brushed the red feather over my neck.

The first to claim his prize for the evening.

Still silent, he took my hand and gestured back the way he'd came, but I tutted and shook my head.

"Why walk all the way across the room when we have a perfectly serviceable table right here?"

The mainlander and his friend laughed. My would-be lover gave me a gentle push until my silk-clad backside bumped against the table. Firm hands clutched my hips, raising me up and setting me down, scattering thelorkaa pieces about.

I laughed as the pieces tumbled to the floor. My delicate fingers yanked up the hem of my little silken dress as the mysterious, silent stranger fell to his knees before me.

My sex was completely bare beneath the silk; dew already clung to the soft, neatly trimmed hair.

"Time to see what was so impressive about you," I whispered.

I did not have to wait long to find out. After two soft kisses to my shuddering inner thighs, the silent stranger flicked his tongue along my sex. Giggling, I shuddered a little and glanced over at the man who had yet to receive a feather. To my delight, his eyes were glued to my sex, watching with enraptured interest as his friend licked me again.

Each lick was firmer and faster ...