“Oh! Fuck, you just blew my head off, Jake!” Danny’s shout breaks Meg’s concentration, though she wouldn’t have been able to finish the statement anyway. The characters in her story have been eluding her since the beginning, and she has been fighting to finish the novel her publisher has been begging her for.
Meg looks up from the notebook in her lap and watches Danny pound quickly on his game controller, his attention solely on the TV screen across the room. She smiles at his enthusiasm, loving the way he leans into each attack as if that would make it any better. His dark hair falls carelessly in his face and he shakes it out of his way.
Danny glances at Meg and grins. “How’s the story going?”
“It’s not,” Meg mumbles with a sigh, kicking her short-clad legs out to the side. Danny pauses the game and turns to face her, giving her all of his attention, which she loves so she continues, “I can’t seem to understand the main girl’s motives. It's like Abigail is so meek and submissive she’s just passively floating through her life without really taking charge,”
“She’s the opposite of you. That’s why she’s so hard to write,” Danny exclaims as he starts up the game again, “You know I’m right.”
“I know…I need to think on this,” Meg mumbles, thumping her pen on her notebook, as Danny is absorbed into the video game again. He banters with his friends through their headset, yet she ignores the trash talk. She really wants to write, but Danny’s long fingers and muscular body is putting other, dirtier, thoughts in her mind. She slowly stretches out, rubbing her foot along his leg, breaking his attention from the game. Danny looks down, sees the seductive gleam in her eyes, and grins.
“Not now,” he says, and for a moment Meg can’t tell if he’s joking or not. Normally, Danny would just jump her when she gives him that look. Yet, when he turns back to the TV, she knows she is going to need to work for it. Which is weird. Slowly, a smile crawls over Danny’s lips and she knows. He’s testing her. He’s very good at pushing her boundaries, and forcing Meg to be submissive to his whims definitely puts her out of her comfort zone. With a sigh, Meg slides against Danny’s side, running her hand slowly up and down his leg.
“Danny…please,” she whimpers as her fingers rest gingerly on the fly of his jeans. He holds back his urges and plays on, even though he just wants to push her head into his lap for a great blowjob that he knows she can give him. He stares straight, his fingers expertly dancing over the buttons on his controller as he keeps up with his friends. It isn’t until she unzips his pants and strokes him through his boxers that he flinches and messes up.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
“Dude, what is wrong with you? That was an easy shot!” Jake shouts in the headset.
“I’m gonna have to pause this,” Danny growls before grabbing Meg and pulling her into a rough kiss that has her swooning. He drops the remote to his side and leans back on the couch, “Strip for me,” he commands, ignoring the fact his headset is still connected to his friends.
“Dude, seriously? He’s banging his girl,” Max, the other friend, grumbles in his ear, yet Meg hops off the couch and hurls her shirt over her head, distracting Danny from the babble in his ear.
“Slower,” Danny laughs, enjoying Meg’s enthusiasm at their new game.
Meg bores him with her seductive gaze as she slips her hands up over her breasts and into her hair, pulling it from its ponytail. She enticingly swings her hips as she unclasps her bra, flashing him her perfect breasts. He wants to jump off the couch and just bang her right then and there, but he started this little game, and he’s determined to see it through. Meg hooks the hem of her shorts and shimmies out of them, leaving her only in a lacy thong that she quickly takes off. Damn him and his slow, she thinks as she stands in front of him, waiting for another direction.
“Crawl over here now,” he growls, stroking his cock through his unzipped pants.