Page 14 of Wicked Games

“Ahh, dat’s some bullshit. You jus like fuckin’ outside. And chasin’ t’ings.”

Minutes pass, and we can hear the faint rustling of leaves ahead. Marlowe is close. Ollie and I quicken our pace, adrenaline fueling our determination. The chase intensifies, the thrill of the hunt pushing us forward.

Finally, we burst through the trees and onto the back road. The house is in sight, and Marlowe is running through the back of the property. We jog past the cemetery just as she throws the back door open. We make it up the steps, our boots thump against the old wood, and we enter moments behind her. There, breathless but triumphant, waiting at the breakfast table as agreed. A smile tugs at the corners of my lips, impressed by her resilience.

Even though we let her win.

“Well done, chére,” I say, my voice filled with admiration. “You earned your reprieve.”

Ollie joins me, his face beaming with pride. “You proved yourself, Marlowe. We’ll keep our promise.”

Marlowe’s expression softens, relief washing over her features. “Thank you,” she whispers, gratitude evident in her voice.

“Now da question is, which of us are you gon have first? We’ll let you pick,” Ollie says, his eyes trailing her body, taking in every inch of her curves.

Her eyes narrow at him. “Wilder,” her voice drips with disdain.

Color me surprised.

Ollie smirks as if he already knew she’d pick me.

“Well, dat settles it. Gon now.” He nods his head toward the stairs. Marlowe turns and climbs the steps slowly as if she is waiting for me to follow her.

“You gon up, chére. Get dat shower started for us. I’ll be dere in jus a minute.” I give her a small smile. She turns and continues up the stairs. Once she is out of view and I hear the shower kick on, I turn to Ollie.

“Can’t say I’m surprised.” He chuckles.

“What if she a virgin?” I say, a hint of panic in my voice.

“Then jus go slow. I’ll come up in a bit and check on ya. Make sure ya aren’t tearin’ da poor girl ‘part.” Ollie pushes me toward the stairs. I stand at the foot of the steps, take a breath and begin the ascent.

Marlowe is sitting on the toilet, waiting for me when I get into the washroom. “I didn’t know if you wanted to - to shower with me or separate. So I just waited.” Her voice is just above a whisper.

This poor girl's terrified.

“Have you ever…” My voice trails off and I clear my throat.

“Maverick Boudreaux tried to stick his in during a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven in the tenth grade. But nothing happened.” She blushes as her eyes take me in.

I step back and pull my soaked shirt over my head. I kick out of my boots and go to unbuckle my belt. Her eyes track where my hands go. I can’t tell if her body is trembling because she is cold or if it’s cause she's nervous. Pulling down the zipper to my jeans nice and slow, she snaps her eyes back to mine. Jus the look in her eyes has me hard, and I can’t wait to bury myself deep inside her.

“You on birth control?” I ask as I hook my finger in my boxer briefs, pausing for her answer.

“No,” she whispers. “My father wouldn’t allow it.”

I say a silent thank you to the man.

“Is it gonna hurt?” Her bottom lip quivers, her eyes move back down to my cock.

I suck my teeth, then speak. “First times, usually do. And I’m pierced, so I’mma say yeah.”

“You have a piercing? Down there?” Her eyes widen as I pull my underwear down. The silver curved barbell sits at the tip of my cock on display, and Marlowe gasps. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Nah. Once da pain is t’rough, it'll feel good for ya.” I kick the pants away and make my way over to her. I see the hesitation in her eyes. “Ya wan’ me ta take it out? I’ll do it. Since it’s your first real time an all.”

Marlowe surprises me by shaking her head, her eyes filled with curiosity. “No, it’s okay. I trust you,” she breathes. I feel a surge of relief wash over me, grateful that she’s willing to try.

I reach out and gently take her hand, guiding her to stand up from the toilet. “Let’s take it slow, a’ight? We’ll make sure you is comfortable every step of da way,” I assure her, my voice filled with sincerity.

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