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THE COMPETITIVE EDGE:
PLAYING THE GAME III

A Novel

by R.C. Mather



- 16 -

THE HEAT LET LOOSE



Kayla came to me then. I shifted over on the bed and held the sheet
and blanket up for her in silent invitation. She sat on the bed, her
back to me, and used the remote control to switch the television off.
She turned to me, and even in the darkness I could tell she was
smiling.

"I don't want you distracted by the TV," she said. She giggled
softly as she slipped into bed beside me.

There was no way any television show was going to take my attention
away from my luscious angel, but I wasn't about to say anything. If
she wanted the television off, she would have it off.

She settled against me, and I put my arms around her and held her to
me. Her head rested comfortably beneath my chin as she wound her arms
around me, wanting to be as close to me as I wished to be with her.
My initial anxiety wicked away like amorphous vapor as our bodies
adjusted to the familiar feel of each other.

'We fit together as if we were made to be together,' I said to myself.
To Kayla, I whispered, "I love you so much."

She squeezed even closer to me. "I love you, Sean."

She lifted her face to be kissed, and I accommodated her. We kissed,
soft and gentle, letting our banked fires build at their own speed. I
slid down just a little in the bed so Kayla wouldn't have to stretch
up to reach me, and our bodies readjusted slightly to the new
orientation. I felt her breasts against my chest, and my erection,
growing by the second, began to intrude itself against her hip. She
threw a leg across mine, pressing herself against my hardening cock,
and opened her mouth. Her tongue met mine, and as soon as they
touched and began their jousting, the internal fires began to roar.

Our lips sealed against each other, and suddenly there was a greater
need to press harder. Our mouths opened wider, and our tongues began
searching deeper, more fully. I heard somebody moan; it might have
been Kayla, but it could have been me. My brain wasn't working so
well, melting as it was by the heat we were generating.

My hands slipped down her back, the lacy feel of her nightie
registering subliminally, and I scrunched it up so I could feel her
bare skin against my fingers. I pushed the filmy material up as I
caressed her back, luxuriating in the feel of her soft and warm skin.
My right hand felt along her backbone, feeling each bump and ridge of
her vertebrae, and my left hand caressed the strong muscles of her
shoulders and upper back, feeling the soft layer of skin overlaying
the working musculature just beneath.

Kayla moaned again - this time I knew it was her - and she opened her
shoulder a little in invitation. I accepted by following along her
ribs with my right hand, around her body to her small breast.

As soon as I pressed her soft mound against my palm, she broke our
kiss, threw her head back, and softly cried out, "Oh, God." Her eyes
were closed as the sensations washed through her, and she
concentrated on them completely. Her leg was rubbing up and down
mine, and her hips were moving against me, trying to establish more
contact with my now painfully hard cock. The barrier of our clothes
kept the sensations muted just enough, and the ecstasy built, step
upon step.

Her nipple was a hard and sharp point in my palm. I squeezed her
breast, and her head snapped back toward me. With her eyes still
closed, her mouth searched for mine. I kissed her cheek, and her lips
moved to mine and sealed against me again, her tongue once again
frantically searching for mine. I abandoned her breast just long
enough to blindly search for the hem of her babydoll top. I touched
her stomach and felt her muscles tense in anticipation as I slowly
ascended, now beneath the material, to once again take possession of
her soft breast. My hand hefted the small weight of her boob before
covering it once again. My fingers rubbed against her swollen nipple,
the friction sending needles of pleasure through her, as evidenced by
the increased movement of her hips and her leg.

I tried pinching her nipple. Her hip released and bumped against me.
I pinched again, and her hip bumped me once more. Action, reaction. I
knew I wouldn't be able to stand up against too many of her bumps
against my rampant cock, so I refrained from pinching her nipple in
favor of gently running my hand slowly across her chest to her right
breast. I flexed my fingers against her flesh, experiencing all over
again the wondrousness of the female form.

Kayla broke our kiss and sat up. She grasped the hem of her nightie
and pulled it over her head. Her lovely blonde hair was pulled up as
she took off her top, only to cascade back down her face and
shoulders. She swiped at her hair with her hand, moving it in a white-
yellow wave across her face and behind her neck. She settled back
down beside me, putting her hands to the side of my head. She kissed
me, softly and sensuously, and then silently urged my lips to go
lower, down toward her body.

I kissed and licked my way from beneath her chin, to her throat, and
to her boobs. My chin rubbed against her distended nipple as I licked
the salt away from the upper mound of her left breast, the nub
searing a path along my skin. I licked and nibbled my way around the
orb of her flesh, taking care to pay attention to the soft skin on
the underside of her breast. I moved close to her rosy nipple but
never took possession of it with my mouth, opting instead to tease
and inflame her.

Kayla kept on urging me to her breast with her hands, while my
fingers were doing a little exploring of their own. The palm of my
right hand was flat on her tummy as my lips were descending to her
breasts. My fingers started moving beneath the elastic of her bottoms
while my tongue was exploring the skin of her boob. My hand slipped
under the confining elastic, and the part of my brain that controlled
prehensile activity noted the lack of underwear. The knowledge kicked
my internal temperature up another step and made my fingers clench a
little in anticipation as my hand continued on its path down her
tummy and into the soft curls of her pubic hair. My fingertips were
being drawn to the source of the heat and moisture exuding from her,
and they encountered its evidence. I dragged my fingers through her
sparse hair, searching, and the tip of my middle finger parted her
puffy nether lips just as my tongue dragged across her sensitive
nipple. The combination was nearly enough to send her off, and she
moaned and arched her back, pressing the tip of her flushed breast
harder against my mouth. I opened my mouth a little wider and sealed
my lips around her flesh, and I suckled as I gathered moisture on the
tip of my finger. I dipped my finger into her heated opening as Kayla
opened herself even more to me, and I was able to coat my finger to
the second knuckle with her oils. I pulled my finger out and ran it
back up through her folds, searching blindly for her hidden clitoris.

I found the swollen nub and I teased it, bumping it with my
fingertip lightly. In a rhythm with my finger, my tongue swirled in
my mouth against her turgid nipple. The combination set up patterns
of waves through her over-stimulated body, and she practically
undulated on the bed as she was swept to sea by the passions being
transmitted to her pleasure centers from her breast and from her
pussy.

Finally I abandoned her left breast and moved my mouth over to adore
her right breast. At the same time my hand delved back to her hole,
and I used first one finger, and then two, to stimulate her further.

Kayla's breath was coming in hitches by then, and she still clutched
my head to her bosom. Her hips flexed up on each of my downstrokes
within her as her body attempted to feel more depth within her than
could be accomplished with just my fingers. I let my thumb rest on
the nub of her swollen clit, and each time her hips hunched against
my fingers, she also bumped her most sensitive place against the ball
of my thumb.

The action in her middle, combined with my tongue and lips against
her tender breast, was enough to give her the first orgasm of the
night. She cried out softly as the movement of her hips got a little
more frantic and her breathing became erratic. I couldn't see her
face, but I was sure her eyes were squeezed shut as the sensations
washed through her and her whole body tensed. I was nearly suffocated
when she pulled me even tighter against her soft flesh, and I could
have died willingly and happily in that embrace. I loved being able
to impart that much pleasure to the girl I adored.

Finally the rolling pleasures eased, and she relaxed against me. Her
hands loosened their grip, and she took one of her hands and gently
pulled my hand out from her nightie bottoms.

"God, I love what your fingers can do to me, Sean, but that's enough
for now," she whispered. I brought my hand up to my face as I scooted
up to lie face to face with her. Her hand was still traveling lightly
on my wrist as I brought my fingers to my mouth. I sucked her juices
from my middle finger, delighting in the remembrance of her tangy
taste. I could see her eyes, bright as she watched me, and I gently
pressed my index finger, also coated with her lubrication, between
her lips. She closed her eyes and accepted the intrusion, though it
was not the tasting of herself that was making her concentrate. She
sucked on my finger, taking it all in, and then she opened her eyes
and watched my face as she worked her tongue around my digit. The
imitation she was intentionally showing me had its desired effect as
the subliminal information went right to my cock. I could feel it
tensing even more, on the verge of exploding. The skin felt
extraordinarily tight, my erection nearly painful.

She let her hand drop from my wrist to my stomach, and her fingers
made their way beneath the elastic of my running shorts. She clasped
my steely cock in her small hand and squeezed me for a moment before
starting to pump on me, an unconscious action as old as humankind.
The combination of watching her and feeling her sucking on my finger,
along with the actions of her own hand on my sensitive pole, elevated
me into a near panic.

"Uh... Kay... stop... I'm going to..." I managed to halt her actions
before my crisis overwhelmed me, but it was a close thing. She
stopped jacking me and rested the palm of her hand on my cock,
instead. My finger popped out from between her lips, and my hand,
seemingly of its own volition, dropped back down to take possession
of her soft breast once again, perhaps its favorite place to be.

It didn't stay there long, though, because Kayla slid down the bed.
My hand dragged from her boob, up her chest and across her neck as
she slithered away from me toward the middle of the bed. She sat up
and knelt next to my knees. She reached for the waistband of my
shorts, her eyes shining in anticipation of uncovering her present.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," she sang, almost to herself,
as she lifted up the elastic and pulled the front of my running
shorts away from my rampant cock, twitching with the pumping of my
heart. I lifted up my ass so she could pull my shorts down.

"Ah, there you are," she whispered, gazing at my erection as she
unveiled it. "I've missed you so much." She pulled my shorts the rest
of the way off my legs, and then she pulled her own bottoms off and
tossed them to the floor. She straddled my left shin as she reached
out to take my stalk in her hand once again. I felt the moisture
drooling from her pussy against my leg as she settled down on me and
leaned in to examine my crotch. She pulled my cock up straighter with
one hand, and with the other she cupped my balls. Her eyes were
shining and she was smiling just a little as she moved even closer to
me, close enough to stick her tongue out and lick off the bubble of
pre-cum on the tip.

I jerked a little when I felt her do that, and she squeezed me down
near the base. I felt my incipient climax recede, and I relaxed just
a little. I couldn't take my eyes from what she was doing, however,
and I watched as she glanced up at me. She saw me watching her, and
she slowly, agonizingly licked my cock from her fist all the way up
to the crown with just the lightest feather touch of the tip of her
tongue. My cock twitched in her hand, and I knew I was again close to
coming. She put the tip of my cock against her closed lips and, still
watching my eyes, slowly forced her mouth down onto my cock. Her lips
sealed around the helmet and I could feel her start to suck hard, her
cheeks hollowing a little as she worked me.

My entire body started to tense in anticipation of the eruption I
could no longer control, and Kayla must have felt it, too. It didn't
stop her, though, and she lowered her mouth on me, taking me deep,
until I felt the head of my cock bump against the entrance to her
throat. Her tongue expanded to press against my cock in her mouth,
and that was all it took. The floodgates opened, the pumps activated,
and I came.

The first blast hit the back of her throat at lightspeed, and she
backed off my cock and tried to swallow. By then the second and third
spurts were in her mouth, and she just couldn't keep up. She loosened
the seal of her tongue around my cock, and milky white semen oozed
out of her mouth, down my shaft, and across her fist. She was pumping
me with both her hand and her tongue, and I felt like I was being
turned inside out and emptied.

After seven or eight hard blasts the engines began to run down, and
I collapsed back to the pillow. Kayla coughed twice, a delayed
reaction to taking my first assault down her throat, and she let up
on my slowly softening cock. She swallowed what she had in her mouth
as she gave the head of my cock one last sucking squeeze, and then
she started licking up the detritus that had leaked out. She stuck
her fingers in her mouth to clean them off, and then she concentrated
on licking up all the cum she could find on my cock and balls.

By the time she was satisfied she had gotten it all, I was hard
again. As she scooted up to be beside me again she grabbed my cock,
unwilling to relinquish her ownership. As she settled down next to me
I leaned over and kissed her softly.

"I've missed you," I said quietly. "That was so wonderful."

She kissed me back, putting her arms around my neck. "You're not
done yet, soldier," she said. She pulled me over on top of her and
spread her legs apart. I moved to between her legs, and she pulled me
by my cock toward her center. I felt her pussy lips part as she
traced them with the head of my cock, spreading her lubrication
around, and then she placed me against her heated opening.

"Now," she whispered, and she let go of my cock and put her hands in
the small of my back so she could pull me into her. I slid home
willingly, fitting within her as perfectly as I had remembered. I
felt our pubic bones meet, and I was as deep inside my Luscious as I
could get. She sighed contentedly, pulled her knees up, and lifted
her legs. She crossed her ankles below my ass, tilting up her pussy
for a fraction more accessibility, and she used both her hands and
her legs to get me as close as she could. She was so wet I moved into
her with no difficulty at all, even though her walls were tight, so
tight against me.

We were one. This was where I belonged, where I always wanted to be.
I ran my fingers through her soft hair to hold her behind her neck,
and with my other hand I caressed her cheek. She looked at me, and I
bent down and gave her a hard, open-mouthed kiss. She groaned and
pulled me even tighter against her body. I could feel her hard
nipples boring into the skin of my chest as we kissed, our tongues
doing battle within the confines of our joined mouths.

Genetic conditioning wouldn't allow me to stay still within her for
very long. My hips wanted to move, to stroke my cock in her pussy,
and as occupied as I was with our kissing and caressing, I was
helpless to prevent it from happening. I began a slow and steady
rhythm, pausing at both the top and the bottom of my stroke. When she
felt me moving inside her, Kayla's hips joined in, flexing and
relaxing in time with the movement of my cock in her. She added a
little side-to-side movement, and she bumped her hips against me a
couple of times each time I paused on my downstroke when I was
deepest in her. She must have been hitting her clit against my pubic
bone because her breath huffed almost every time she did that.

We were running out of breath, and so we broke the kiss and both
gasped. Kayla's eyes were tightly closed as she concentrated on the
waves of pleasure crashing through her. For me, it was getting
increasingly difficult to keep the pace of my strokes slow. I really
wanted to pound into her to my finish, but I was determined to bring
her along with me.

The friction and the heat were building to a nearly unbearable level
for both of us. I was having trouble coordinating what my brain
wanted and what my dick wanted, and Kayla's movements were starting
to get more erratic as her breath began hitching again. My right hand
followed her contours to latch onto her left breast, and my head
dipped down so I could take her right nipple between my teeth.

That was the final straw for Kayla. She screeched breathlessly, her
whole body tensing up, and she flew off the edge, taking me with her.
I felt the switches activate, and my cock tried to swell against the
constricting walls of her passage. I felt my semen rocket out of my
cock to coat her tunnel, and Kayla's orgasm contributed its own
helping of hot lubricant. I was able to give her a few more hard and
fast strokes, my cock sliding nearly effortlessly through her, our
combined fluids contributing to the hot and wet ride.

If I had thought my balls had emptied before, I had been mistaken.
By the third or fourth spasm I pounded into her as deeply as I could
get, and Kayla was hunching up to me, wanting to feel my presence
filling her up. I felt like I was being turned inside out, my entire
being concentrated on where the tip of my cock was buried, delivering
its burden.

By the time my spurts were weakening Kayla had climaxed, withdrawn,
and was building back up again. I began to pull slowly out of her but
she didn't let go, deciding instead to keep her legs around me. When
she felt just the head still buried in her she flexed and pulled me
back fully into her. Surprisingly, my cock responded again. Slowly,
slower than before, it began to regain some of its stiffness, and the
rest of my body responded in kind. If my Luscious wanted more, I
wanted to give her more.

I concentrated on giving her kisses and nibbles along her throat and
under her ear. There was still just the faintest trace of perfume,
but mostly what I smelled was essential Kayla. Her skin smelled the
way it should, and the odor of our mutual arousal was permeating the
room. I thought distractedly that scientists a hundred years from now
might be able to extract the evidence of our passion that was even
now soaking into the walls and ceiling of the room.

I worked her slowly again, knowing I could go for a long time. I had
already cum twice in succession; the third time would arrive, but not
before some buildup. If I was fortunate, I would be able to give
Kayla a night to remember.

I could feel our combined juices leaking out around my cock as I
pistoned in and out of her. My balls were coated, and I could feel a
big wet spot forming underneath us. Each time my balls slapped
against her ass more lubrication was transferred back and forth; each
time I pulled partway out of her, more liquid was expelled along my
shaft. It was sloppy, hot sex, and I was loving it.

"Are you still with me?" asked Kayla. "Can you keep up?" She was
smiling up at me.

I didn't notice until I felt a drop trickle down my nose and land
with a small plop on her cheek that I was sweating. I watched
distractedly as the drop mixed with her own perspiration, down the
hollow below her cheekbone to her neck. I wanted to lick it all up,
but then I felt her flex her vaginal muscles against me, getting my
attention.

"I'm with you," I said. "I can keep it up. The question is, can you
handle it?"

"Time to switch," she said, pushing me away from her. "Then we'll
see who can handle it."

I pulled out of her and knelt up. 'What did she have in mind?'

Apparently she was satisfied with our lovemaking, and was now ready
for something a little more recreational. She scrambled up and knelt
down on her hands and knees on the bed. She looked over her shoulder
at me, the unspoken request clear in her eyes.

I shuffled up behind her and held my cock out, pointed at her puffy
and swollen pussy. I rubbed the head against her, and she pushed back
against me as soon as she felt me in place. I rammed home, sliding
easily into her, and she reached below her with one hand as I paused,
buried as deeply inside her as I could get, and she caressed my balls
lovingly for just a moment. My cock twitched when she did that, and I
heard her sigh.

"Ahhhh," she moaned. "I love feeling so filled up by you. Promise me
you'll do this a lot?" She let go of me and steadied herself on the
bed, leaning on her forearms.

"I promise," I gritted, finding it hard to talk and fuck at the same
time. "Whenever you want, you can have it." I started working myself
in and out, holding onto her hips. I tried to be kind of gentle, not
wanting to pound into her hard, but she would have none of that.

"Faster," she whispered, and she swiveled her head to look back at
me over her shoulder. I moved faster and faster, finally crashing my
hips into her, making her body shake. Each time I rocked her, she
huffed, her head hit the pillow, and she panted in time with my
rhythm.

Every once in a while I would stretch out over her back and reach
around her to grab at her dangling breasts, pinching her distended
nipples, but the additional weight on her, combined with the
increased stimulation racing along the nervepaths, made both of our
movements ragged, so I would have to kneel up again so I could work
her.

At long last, the heat was let loose. I reached up for her breasts
one last time, squeezing the globes, and that was all it took. She
collapsed down onto her face, surrendering to her rolling climaxes,
and I landed on top of her, still hanging on to her boobs. My cock
felt like it was in a very wet and hot vise as her vaginal muscles
squeezed me, trying to milk my semen from me. I was nearly there, but
I was finding it very hard to move with any coherence. My hips felt
like they had disconnected from my torso, and they started moving on
their own, pulling my cock almost all the way out and then pushing it
back in, working to extract every last ounce of pleasure from our
coupling.

Finally, I could not go on. Kayla was up on her knees with her head
on the mattress, her legs spread out for me. I pushed as hard as I
could into her, at last reaching depths never before breached, and I
exploded. I had no idea how much I could possibly have given her that
third time, but I gave her all I had. The hydraulics struggled to
ejaculate their last drops, forcing my semen up and out to splash
against her cervix. I collapsed on top of her, and her knees finally
gave out. We ended up with me laying on her back, still buried deeply
in her, two quivering bundles of exhausted flesh.

"Oh. My. God." Kayla finally managed to groan, my first indication
she was still among the living. For my part, I still wasn't sure I
was alive. The sweat on my back and my legs was starting to chill,
but where we touched, from my cheek to my chest to my softening cock
slowly extricating itself from her sheath, was still hot and sweating.

She wriggled a little. It was my responsibility to respond, to get
off her and relieve her of my dead weight. I didn't want to move, but
I knew I had to, so I struggled up, pulling my spent cock the rest of
the way out of her, and I flopped down beside her, on my back.

She snuggled closer to me, throwing an arm across my chest. After a
moment she whispered, "Can you move over just a little more, lover?
I'm laying in the world's biggest wet spot."

I shifted all the way over to the edge of the bed, and Kayla
followed. I put my arm around her shoulder so she could fit up next
to me, which she did. I ran my hand lightly up and down her back,
feeling her drying sweat against my fingertips.

"That was certainly aerobic," I mumbled. I could feel my heart still
triphammering in my chest, and my breathing was just beginning to
slow down.

Kayla giggled. "Good exercise for your heart," she replied as she
pressed her palm against my chest, feeling the kathump of my heart
rate.

"You're going to make me an eighteen-year-old invalid if you keep
this up," I said.

"I'm doing my best to kill you with kindness," she said.

"What a way to go."

We stayed like that for a long time. My eyelids were drooping and I
was nodding off when I felt her extricate herself from my arms. I
blearily opened my eyes.

"I need to take a shower," she said, almost apologetically.

"I'd love to join you, but I think I'm dead."

"Go to sleep, my love," she said with a smile.

"I love you," I mumbled. At least I meant to say that; I may have
fallen asleep before the words actually left my tongue. I might have
felt Kayla return to me to snuggle up and go to sleep, but by then I
was sleeping the sleep of the sated.






(Continued in Chapter 17)


  
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