Play With Me (Steamy Erotic Sleep Story) Read online

  Play With Me

  Natasha Hunter

  copyright © 2014

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  Owen Cross slung his bag over his shoulder and headed for the exit of Reykjavik airport. As he stepped out into the freezing cold winter air, he took a deep breath and exhaled a frosty mist. It had been a long flight from America, and he was pleased to taste real air again; not that manufactured oxygen from crowded commercial aircraft.

  Smoke and steam thickened the air, rising from the exhausts of taxi cabs and shuttle buses that waited for their passengers. He paused and glanced down the sidewalk, searching the faces of those boarding, before he stepped onto the Flybus. A dusting of snowflakes melted against his jacket as he made his way to an empty seat. He stared out the window, admiring the natural beauty of Iceland, watching billowy, dark gray clouds hugging the landscape. A feeling of peace settled over him as he made himself comfortable in his chair.

  Checking his phone as the driver pulled away from the terminal, he quickly read two texts from his cousin, then clicked on Zoey's name. Seven from her. A smile tugged at his mouth and he chuckled to himself as read through drunken texts.

  Zoey: OMG!!!! I'm here. Hotel is beautiful, you are going to love, love, LOVE it! It took an hour from the airport to get to the hotel. Hope you brought a book!

  Zoey: Brrr, Cold. Who would have thought Iceland was cold, haha! Need drinks, preferably hot. Hurry up and get here already, am excited to meet you!

  Zoey: Found drinks. Hot ones. With alcohol. Yumm.

  Zoey: Met Jack and Kate. They are hilarious! U will love them!

  Zoey: Might be intoxicated.

  Zoey: Definately am drnk. Drunk? That sounds funny.

  Zoey: Owen must tell u somethin.

  As the Flybus eased out into the traffic, his thoughts drifted to seeing Zoey. Though he was excited to finally meet her, he couldn't help but being nervous.

  He'd been nineteen when he'd first met her on a futuristic, online game he bought just before he headed off for bootcamp.

  They talked about the game and everything else going on in their 'real' lives. She was one of the first people he told about joining the Marine Corps. After he left for service, she wrote to him nearly every day. They kept in contact while he was in infantry school and after he was deployed overseas, she would get up in the middle of the night just to chat with him online.

  Zoey sent him funny emails to distract him from the daily grind of his first deployment to Afghanistan. When he got wounded in the Sangin District, she was the first person he called. She kept him in good spirits all through his recovery, spending hours on the phone with him.

  He'd never actually met her face to face, as theirs had been a friendship of another kind; the kind that can only happen online, where you could reveal your soul while being 'anonymous,' hiding behind the screen of a computer.

  In his line of work, it was hard to maintain friendships 'in the real world'. He had lost touch with most of his high school friends, despite keeping up with them on Facebook. Of course he made friends in the Marines, but eventually he'd lose touch with them as he moved from one deployment to another. It was the way of the military.

  People came and went, but Zoey was a constant.

  He let his thoughts drift to some of the conversations they had shared over the years, as the wild beauty of Reykjavik blurred outside of his shuttle window.

  Seven years and they were finally going to meet face to face. She had actually suggested the meeting in Reykjavik, where the game was hosting an official get together. Players from all over the world met up for days of gaming, drinking, and socializing at the convention. It would be the first time either of them had attended one, and though he was looking forward to meeting some other gaming friends, he was looking forward to meeting her the most.

  She even suggested he share a suite with her and her girlfriend, Jasmine. He was fairly certain he was the only one on the game who knew she really had no interest in men at all, that she'd been living with her girlfriend, Jasmine, for years now.

  After checking in at the front desk and picking up the key-card, he rode the elevator up to the third floor and found the suite they would be sharing. He paused outside the door, nervous anticipation knotted his stomach. He knocked before using the card, then pushed the door open.

  Owen stepped into the room and locked the door behind him. He dropped his bag beside the entrance while sweeping his gaze across the foyer. As he moved forward into the living room, he noticed several girly things strewn about. He smiled at the stack of pink, creme, and pale blue scarves. A fur lined jacket lay discarded on one of the sofas. Several pair of shoes were piled up by the coffee table.

  "Zoey? Jasmine?" he called out as he entered into the small kitchenette, having a look around before moving towards the first bedroom door, "Zoey? You here?" He knocked and waited for a response.

  Met with silence, he hesitated, thinking they were having a late night out, or already in bed asleep. He hated to wake them up if they were sleeping but he did wanted to let them know he had arrived. She made him promise that he'd let her know the moment he arrived at their rented suite.

  He knocked once more then pushed the door open. The room was dimly lit, the pale light from a bedside lamp the only source illuminating her lush body stretched out across the mattress. Naked; completely naked.

  Owen couldn't help but stare at her perfect body. "Zoey?" he called softly, as shameful heat crept up his spine, coloring his cheeks. She was his best friend, and he knew it was wrong to ogle her naked form. Dammit!

  She was laying on her side, her back to him. He crossed the room and pulled the sheet up over her, covering her bottom, letting the fabric fall across her stomach. He mentally cursed himself for stealing a glance at the side of her breast. He tugged the sheet up higher, to her shoulders, then looked around, noting a near empty bottle of vodka.

  He looked to her laptop on the bed beside her, the conversation with her girlfriend still blinking on the screen.

  Feeling guilty, he settled down onto the mattress and pulled the laptop into his lap and scrolled through their conversation.

  Jasmine: Hey babe

  Zoey: Hi, I just got in.

  Jasmine: I really wish I could be there with you, sorry my boss is a jerk. He should have let me off.

  Zoey: It's ok.

  Jasmine: So how are you going to tell Owen?

  Zoey: I don't know. I'm nervous. What if he says no?

  Jasmine: Babe, no man on this planet can say no to you. You're stunning and gorgeous and sweet.

  Zoey: But it's Owen!

  Jasmine: Even so, Owen is a man. How could he not want to sleep with you?

  Zoey: I just don't want it to ruin our friendship. He means so much to me...

  Jasmine: You deserve to experience the 'other side'. You should just be happy I'm not jealous!

  Zoey: You are awesome, you know that? I love you.

  Jasmine: I love you too babe.

  What. The. Fuck. Zoey wanted to sleep with him? He shook his head, his thoughts reeling with the idea of having sex with his best friend. He never let his thoughts go there. Never.

  "Liar", accused that little voice in the back of his head.

  Fine. Once. One very drunken night he entertained the idea of shoving himself deep inside of her and fucking her senseless while her girlfriend watched. It was a couple of years ago; they'd been playing the game together and she mentioned she was sipping on a glass of merlot and that he should 'join
in'. He scrounged up a bottle of cheap-ass whiskey and 'joined' her for a drink while they gamed.

  After about an hour of tipsy giggling on her part, she asked if they could really talk.

  "But we are talking," he told her.

  "No, no. Not just using microphones but face to face on the webcams." They hadn't ever used a webcam before, so he was intrigued by her sudden invitation.

  "Sure, give me a moment to set it up." He'd never cleaned his room so fast. After chucking everything into a closet, he settled back down in front of his laptop. "Ready?" he asked, sending the video invite.

  "Ready," she said as she accepted. She smiled to him, a lopsided, drunken kind of grin. "Owen, I'm drunk."

  "I can see that ....you're beautiful by the way." He grinned to her. Beautiful was an understatement. He'd always suspected she was pretty but seeing her on the webcam: the way her blue eyes lit up as she spoke, the way her dimples popped out when she smiled, he could scarcely believe it was really her.

  "Yeah?" she asked with a giggle. Jasmine yelled from somewhere off screen, "Hey now, I heard that."

  "Yeah. Of course I mean that in a platonic kind of way." He nodded matter-of-factly, "Boy scouts honor."

  She took a sip from her wine glass, "I know, I know. You never cross the line with me. I think it's charming. I like the way you pretend I'm just one of the guys."

  "Well yeah, I figure you have a hundred other schmucks online vying for your attention. I'm just glad you give it to me."

  She grinned, flashing her dimples at him, "You've always been such a sweetheart, Mister Cross."

  He chuckled, "I'm glad you think so Miss Sandford."

  She giggled again as she filled her glass, "I'm quite drunk, you know."

  "I think we have established that already," he smirked.

  "I get really horny when I'm drunk. This is why I never drink when online! Can you imagine how some people would take advantage of that!" she said bluntly.

  "You play online games with virgins and geeks. Of course they would try," he chuckled.

  She half giggled, half snorted, almost choking on her wine, "Owen?" she said after she finally caught her breath.

  "Yeah?"

  "Why have you never tried to cross that line?"

  "Isn't it obvious?" he said.

  "Not so much, if I'm asking," she countered.

  "You have a girlfriend. You're not interested in guys unless it's to kick their asses on video games. Because I wouldn't want to ruin our friendship."

  Zoey smiled mischievously, "Owen?"

  "Yes, Zoey?"

  She took a long gulp from her glass and sighed a sweet little sound, "I'm thinking."

  He laughed, "Okay, you're thinking...about what?"

  "That I'm horny and that," she tilted her head to the side, "that it would be fun if we played a game."

  "Aren't you too drunk to play the game right now?"

  "No, not that game. Another kind of game," she said huskily.

  The tone of her voice sent a jolt of desire straight to his crotch. "What kind of game?" he asked as he mentally chastised himself for having such a reaction.

  "A grownup kind of game."

  "Mhm, I'm intrigued. Go on, tell me about this game."

  "Well, it goes like this. Whoever cums first loses."

  Owen made a face.

  "You promised to play!"

  "No I didn't! Zoey, you're drunk, we aren't playing this game. No."

  "Oh come on, haven't you ever wondered at least once what it would be like to see me naked?" Without waiting for a response, she slid her chair back and stood up. She was wearing bikini briefs and a tank top. She pulled her top off and threw it to the side of the screen.

  His cock twitched in response. Goddammit. "Zoey put your shirt back on."

  She pouted, "You don't think I'm pretty?"

  "You're fucking gorgeous, but this is wrong."

  "Why?" she asked as she cupped her smallish breasts, flicking her thumbs across her rosy colored nipples.

  "Because of Jasmine for one thing. Because you're drunk for another."

  From off camera he heard another voice in response, "Oh I'm enjoying the show Owen, so should you."

  Fuck.

  He watched as Zoey turned her back to the camera and wiggled her ass, "Want to see me dance? Jazzy play my song!" She started to sway provocatively once the music started to play, completely uninhibited. Her lithe body twirled around and she laughed a sweet melodious sound.

  He fell in love with her laughter a long time ago. It was thrilling to actually watch her laugh.

  She returned to the monitor after the song ended, holding a bottle of wine. "Did you like my dance?" she asked breathlessly.

  "Mmhm."

  She dropped her head slightly while staring at the camera provocatively, "Tell me you want to play with me."

  "I always want to play with you."

  "No, I mean, play with me, Owen. Say you want to play with my body." She arched her back in her chair, putting her tits on display for him. She flicked a finger across her hard, upturned nipple.

  "Zoey..."

  "Owen." She looked away from the camera and asked Jasmine, "Can I show him more?"

  She giggled as Jasmine gave the thumbs up. "Okay!" She focused on the camera once more, "Jasmine says I can show you everything." She stood up tugged her bikini briefs down just below her clean shaven mound. He noticed a heart shaped tattoo just above her slit. "I want to show you my pussy, Owen."

  He groaned, knowing that he should look away but was unable to actually do so.

  She wiggled her finger between her folds, exposing her pink flesh to him, "I'm just so wet right now." She pulled her damp finger up to her nipples and smeared them across the tight little tips.

  "Jazzy come lick my pussy." She slid her hand down her body and cupped her fingers around her plump lips, rubbing them teasingly as she glided a finger inside. "Owen do you want to watch us?" she asked, her voice low and deliberately seductive.

  He answered hoarsely, "Yeah..."

  "Touch yourself while you watch," she said as she propped one foot up onto the chair, pulling her legs apart, giving him a better view.

  Jasmine came into view of the camera and settled down in front of Zoey. She flicked her coal black gaze towards the camera and flashed him a smile, "Hi Owen." She then buried her lips against Zoey's pussy, her head rocked back slightly as she drug her tongue into her slit. She gave it long licks, her pink tongue slurped through Zoey's wetness.

  Zoey moaned while raking her fingers through Jasmine's glossy black hair. Her white fingers fisted into her Jazzy's curls, holding her head in place as she ground her pussy against Jaz's face. "Oh yeah, lick it like that, lick it good baby."

  Jasmine used her fingers, rubbing just below where she was licking.

  Zoey stared at the camera, her gaze half-lidded, her delicate face a picture of bliss. She groaned sweetly, "Oh Owen, oh my god, this feels so good."

  Owen had his hand around his cock, pumping furiously while watching the pair. He imagined being there with them, fucking Zoey while she had her face buried between Jasmine's legs.

  Her sweet moaning intensified. The thought of her coming sent him right to the edge where he hovered, waiting and watching, wanting to explode with her.

  She made the sexiest sound known to mankind when she orgasmed: a long drawn out sound of sugary bliss. Her head fell back as she grabbed Jasmine's hair tightly, grinding against her face as she came, riding out those torrential waves of orgasmic rapture.

  He grunted, splattering his thick white cum across his hand.

  Jasmine pulled away, her face was glistening with Zoey's juices. She smirked at the camera, "Good night Owen..." and then she turned the feed off.

  The next day, he waited for her to mention what happened and when she never brought it up, neither did he. He was content to pretend it never happened and tried to push the scorching hot memories out of his mind.

  Nearly two years h
ad passed since that night and now he was here with her. Alone with her.

  He stood with her laptop and took it over to the dresser, setting it down beside a stack of her clothing. He picked up a pair of tiny lacy black panties from the top of the pile and rubbed them between his fingers slowly, thinking about her tight little body in them.

  'No. Don't go there', he chastised himself. This was his best friend. His gay best friend, who had a lover already.

  "More like bi-sexual, apparently, since she wants you to fuck her. And her lover is okay with that," he argued with himself.

  His conscience argued back, 'No, no, no.'

  He glanced over to her sleeping form, his hungry eyes followed her curvy silhouette beneath the sheet he'd pulled across her naked body.

  He could just have a peek at her, not like he hadn't seen her naked before. She probably wouldn't mind, if she knew, if he had a quick glance at her beautiful body. He stepped over to the bed and tugged the sheet down ever so slowly, revealing her creamy white skin.

  He feasted on her with his eyes, admiring the curve of her bottom, the arch of her back. Her shortish blonde hair curled around the nape of her neck and he resisted the urge to stretch his hand out and run his fingers through her silky locks.

  By god, he wanted to see more.

  'Don't do it, you've seen enough', he argued with himself again.

  But another part of him: the carnal, animalistic side of him couldn't quite overcome the temptation to steal another peak at her luscious body. He wanted to see the swell of her tits and the sweet, shaven mound he remembered from the webcam.

  One peek. That's it.

  He walked around the bed and ran his heated gaze down the length of her. She lay with one hand tucked beneath her head, her legs bent slightly. A deep pulsing throb seized his cock at the sight of her pussy.

  He stroked his fingers across the front of his pants as he stared at her, remembering the way Jasmine wiggled her tongue into those wet, pink folds.

  His cock twitched in response.

  He wished he could see more of her, wished that she was laying on her back with her legs parted so that he could see what he remembered.

  He pulled his hand from his pants while calling out her name, "Zoey?"