Wicked Games

Fahmeen's POV:

"How was your day?" I turn around, and lean against the counter. He watches me, slowly loosening his red tie. Next, he tosses his glasses next to me on the counter top as he stalks towards me. As I look back up at him, he's standing in front of me. That lustrous haze has smoked his visual so all he sees is... exactly what I want him to see.

"Long."
His voice comes out husky, I feel the warmth of his breath touch my cheeks. We stand toe to toe and don't touch. Electric tension sparks between us. This is perfect.
"Should be hungry then." I watch his lazy act of licking his lips. I have to hold myself back from kissing them. They're plump and moist now, wet with his touch.

"Oh, hungry I am."
My eyes can't help but follow his arms cage me in. He still refuses to touch me like I him. He's playing along, because he's hungry for me.
"How does pasta sound?"
"Sexy."
He says it so seriously, but my mouth twitches. I hold back the giggle. Rolf raises his eyebrow at me.
"Well, can I get a taste?"
I bite my lip, gripping the counter behind me. He stares longingly at my lips then his eyes return to mine.
"You can get a lick."

Our eyes don't leave each other's, and I dip my finger into the pot. I bring it to his mouth and he looks from it then back at me. He smirks and suddenly kneels before me.
"I'll get it, darling." He winks. I watch his hands reach for underneath the shirt. Before I lose focus, I remember the point of all this.
I shake my head at him and he questioningly looks at me. I gesture for him to stand back up and he reluctantly obliges. Rolf tried swooping in for a kiss but I lean back and give him my finger instead.
"Hey-
He stops midway and moans. I feel his tongue circle my finger, and he keeps his eyes on mine. I don't ever want to look away. Not when the intensity of his green eyes compel me to always stay. He sucks and mimics what he does to my pussy and I blush.

As I try to take back my finger, he gently bites down. Like a puppy, he playfully tugs, with this adorable grin on his face.
"Our food's gonna get cold."
Only then does he let go.

...

I've already finished and I settle for watching him eat. It's my favourite thing to do since I always finish before him now. I stroke my stomach. It's crazy how ferocious my appetite has become in the last few weeks. I've been pregnant for almost four months now, it'll be April soon.

Rolf's pile of pasta steadily decreases. I lean my face in my hands. I could swoon just watching him do the most normal, boring tasks as he makes them so fascinating. There's a piece of translucent onion near his lip and I lean over the small table, just to take it away. He stops and watches me, a warm smile on his face. He kisses my hand before it leaves him.
"I love you." I can't help but say.
"I love you."

...

As I brush my teeth, Rolf is handsy. I watch him attempt to nibble my shoulder and I shrug out of his embrace.
"Hey." He frowns at me and pouts through the mirror. I innocently shrug and continue brushing, trying to ignore him. His melodramatic sigh catches my attention, exactly as he intended and he smirks at me before heading into the bedroom.

What is he up to?

As I finish up my night routine, I'm surprised to find the lights shut in the bedroom.
"Rolf?" I make sure to whisper in case he's suddenly fallen asleep.
"Over here." He whispers from right behind me. I gasp as he hugs me from behind.
"I didn't scare you did I?" He buries his face in my neck and I squirm as it tickles me.
"Why are the lights off?" I try to untangle myself from him creating the least amount of suspicion.
"You were being naughty tonight. I thought I'd play along."
He then whispers, so close to my ear.
"Don't think I missed what's underneath."

*This is going to be hard.*

...

Fahmeen's POV:

"Did you think you could just... slip away without letting me inside?" His voice is hoarse and dangerous in my ear. One of his large hands rest on my ass, underneath the shirt.
Focus, Fahmeen.
"It's a school night, Professor. We should get some sleep."
"When did that stop us?"
The other hand is at my stomach, stroking. His lips meet my neck and it's time for me to back away before it's too late.
"Okay, I'm tired. Let's go to bed?" I skip ahead and jump into the covers, revelling in the thick sheets touching my bare legs.

His eyes frown as they are now covered, so Rolf prowls forward like a predator. The light of the moon glows the moving muscles of his shoulders, as he approaches. His eyes stay hidden in the dark. I can hear exactly where he steps. Sense exactly where he moves. Right now, he stands besides the bed. Slow as a graceful lion, he slips under the sheets with me. Skin touches skin. He sighs and pulls me to him. I couldn't stop it as it was harsh and too strong of a grip.
"Mine." He nibbles on my ear and again burrows his face in my neck. I hear him smelling my skin and hair.
I'm going to let him work himself up. Then it won't be my fault when he doesn't get what he wants.

A little while later:

"Feel how hard how I am." He groans, taking my hand to his groin. I'm a little surprised, I must admit. He really needs it. Ha.
"Hmm." I close my eyes and let him use my hand for a while. He's just gently stroking himself with it. I smile to myself, even though I feel a little guilty.

A longer while later:

"Can we fuck?"
I make sure to yawn before I respond.
"I'm tired, baby."
He hugs me and his voice is muffled against my neck.
"It's not that late."
"I need all the sleep I can get, remember? The baby?"
A pause.

"We'll be quick."
I want to laugh at his whining, this is so funny.
"You'll have to go solo, tonight, I'm afraid."
"Pfft. No. I can wait."

Is that so?
*Game on.*

...

*The following morning*

"So?" Jasper joins me walking into the building. He's drinking his morning coffee at 1pm. That's how far behind he still is with his paperwork. Even with my help. He's been helping me also, creating and putting together my resume and being able to write down experience as a 'personal assistant to headteacher' will be an advantage for any future prospects. I still hadn't seriously thought about what I wanted to do, because of the baby and Rolf my own life hadn't been properly considered yet. There was something about having the time to think once school finishes with Rolf looking after me that was awfully compelling. Last night and the introduction of naughty games was only a taste of what we could spend the rest of our lives doing.

"He's strong so far. Didn't even wake me up for something, either."
"It's only the first night." His eyes are playful watching me above the rim of the paper cup as he holds the stale coffee to his lips. I can only shrug as we enter his office.

"Did I ever tell you I'm married?"
He says it nonchalantly but I know he's waiting for my reaction.
"No." I simply say.
"Got a kid too."
"Really?" I feign my surprise and think of little Archie. I'd like to see him again.
Jasper smiles, I guess he's thinking of him too.
"Yeah. Archie. My pride and joy." His voice is soft talking about his son. It reminds me of when you gently press a marshmallow and watch the texture compress into itself. Makes you smile.

"I like the name. Who picked it?"
"I did." He beams, sitting on his chair with a thud.
"So the misses?"
He sighs, his mood turning bored.
"Yeah. College sweethearts." He sounds sarcastic so I hold back my comment.
"I may have rushed into it. Or something. I dunno. Just doesn't feel right anymore, you know?"
"Right? What do you meant by that?"
Jasper looks at me like he's ready to tell a secret. He leans forward and narrows his eyes slightly.
"Us getting together. It cost me my best friend."

I think about Rolf and how he told me of their past. The three musketeers. Then it became two and then there was only one. Funny, he came all the way here and they followed. It was like they were meant to find each other again, I couldn't help but think.