Rules of the Game

Part 6... see part 1 for disclaimer.


"Oh yeah, here comes number four!"

Parker shouted as, grasping her wrists in his large, powerful hands and pinning her facedown to the bed, Jarod pounded furiously into her, grunting and growling like an animal as he joined her in orgasm. It was mid-afternoon on Saturday and, having passed out from sheer exhaustion just before dawn and sleeping away the morning, they awoke to continue the erotic journey upon which they had embarked the evening before. He had grown more aggressive and demanding in their lovemaking, yet remained, above all, intent on maximizing her pleasure. Parker had communicated in no uncertain terms that she wanted him to show her the raw depths of his desire and, having coaxed him past an initial reluctance rooted in a fear that he might hurt her, Jarod was now more than happy to comply.

They again found themselves in what, by then, had become a familiar position, collapsed in a panting, sweaty, quivering heap. When he started to catch his breath, Jarod remarked amusedly,

"Keeping score now are we?"

With a shaky chuckle, Parker replied, "For each one you give me, you are absolved of one previous transgression. Consider it a NEW rule of the game."

"For the sake of expediency," Jarod proposed, "let's set aside the question of why I should seek absolution for actions taken in self-defense."

"Self-defense my ass, but let's," Parker shot back.

Ignoring her remark he continued, "What happens when I even the score?"

"I wouldn't worry about that for the time being. We'll run out of weekend long before that happens, although," she snickered, "I must admit you are putting forth one hell of an effort."

"Well then..."

Parker detected the smile in his voice. Rubbing his stubbly cheek against the soft skin of her upper back, where his head rested between her shoulder blades, he continued, "I must point out that you've miscounted. The actual number is five, Miss Parker. I believe you failed to figure in our initial encounter at your father's house."

"So I did!" she giggled. "Ah, well, I guess I was a little distracted. You really surprised me there."

"Surprised myself too. I've never..." he trailed off, unsure of the appropriateness of alluding to previous sexual experiences.

Parker fidgeted to indicate that she wanted to move and Jarod slid off her, settling onto his side facing her. Pushing up onto her side to face him and propping her head on one elbow, she prodded, "You were saying?"

Lowering his eyes, he continued timidly, "I've never done it like that before, y... you know..." He was now the color of her strappy sandals.

She reached over to slowly trace her index finger along the contours of his exceedingly pleasing countenance. Suppressing a smile she inquired, "And your assessment?"

"You mean you need to ask?" Jarod replied with a snort before capturing her finger between his teeth and nipping playfully at it. He took her hand in his, kissing her palm then bringing it to rest on his heart before adding thoughtfully, "It felt so primal, instinctive. Makes sense, really, since it is the commonly assumed sexual position for species of the Mammalian class."

"Besides," Parker quipped, "it's NAS-TAY!" She wiggled her eyebrows at him suggestively, poised on the edge of laughter.

Jarod shook his head and, furrowing his brow, lectured, "It's not a matter of right or wrong, Parker. It's only through centuries of cultural and religious indoctrination that Western society came to view that particular sexual position as aberrant."

Unable to suppress the urge any longer, she laughed heartily. As her laughter began to subside, she teased, "There's no need to be so cerebral, pretty boy, the way you screw!"

Flopping onto his back and folding his arms, he huffed, "Has anyone ever pointed out that it is impossible to engage you in a civilized conversation?"

Parker again dissolved into hopeless giggles, bringing a smile to Jarod's lips as he stole a sideward glance to observe her merriment.

* * * *

Entering the bedroom with a tray bearing their meal, Jarod grinned broadly. Parker was sitting back on her hands in the middle of the freshly made bed with her legs crossed at the ankle. She had obviously helped herself into his duffel bag because she now wore one of his button-down shirts and looked positively adorable in it.

She had made her wishes abundantly clear: she wanted dinner in bed. Apparently she wanted everything in bed and neither of them had left it for any significant length of time all day until they'd mutually arrived at the conclusion that a shower was in order. Having managed to waste all the hot water before getting around to washing, they yelped and giggled as they endeavored to lather each other up as quickly as possible under the ice-cold spray. Emerging from the bathroom shivering and with a slight bluish tint to their skin, they snuggled up to one another on the bed in an attempt to get warm and, before long, were well on their way to defeating the purpose of the shower. Afterwards, as Jarod rested his head blissfully on Parker's belly and she tenderly stroked his still damp hair, her stomach emitted a loud, angry growl into his ear. Noting with a chuckle that they had not eaten a thing all day, but had expended a great deal of energy, he reluctantly disengaged from her caress to climb out of bed. Pulling on a clean pair of boxers, he observed that neither had worn a shred of clothing in over fourteen hours. When he confided that was a record for him, she appeared most pleased to hear it.

"I hope you don't mind," he offered amiably as he set the tray down on the bed, "I took the liberty of washing your slip - the label says it's okay to hand wash - you'll find it and your dress hanging in the bathroom."

"I see you offer a whole range of services," she drawled seductively as she eyed the bountiful feast Jarod had assembled for them and, smiling approvingly, added, "So, what have we here?" She folded her legs and pulled the tray closer as he moved around the bed to take his place beside her.

"French bread, green and black olives, marinated artichokes. An assortment of those stinky cheeses you like so much and some milder ones for me. Fresh pineapple, red seedless grapes... oh, and there's strawberries in the kitchen and chocolate sauce warming on the stove..." he paused and they exchanged a playful glance before he tacked on, "for the strawberries."

"Aren't you clever," she purred.

"So they tell me," he sighed.

She picked up the bottle of wine and inspected the label. "Shiraz from Australia... lately, I've..."

"Developed quite a taste for it, I know," he beamed, taking it from her to pour them each a glass.

Jarod watched with delight as Parker dove into the meal, eating ravenously and obviously enjoying it. He was pretty hungry himself and ate heartily but was so focused on her that the taste of what he consumed barely registered. A slight flush rose in her cheeks as she drained her glass of wine. Concluding that any beverage capable of doing that to Parker's complexion fully deserved to have its eminence survive the rise and fall of entire civilizations and span the millennia, he cheerily refilled her glass.

When she had eaten her fill, she leaned back against the headboard, still sipping at her wine and sighing contentedly. Parker looked more relaxed than he had ever seen her; she looked happy. And she looked spectacularly beautiful.

"Dessert?" he asked softly.

"Absolutely," she affirmed throatily.

Jarod sprang from the bed and Parker snapped up the bottle, leaning over to set it on the floor beside her as he picked up the tray and quickly sauntered out of the room with it. He soon returned, bearing a bowl of plump, luscious looking strawberries and rich, delicious smelling chocolate sauce. She bit her lip and flashed him a look of approbation, which he answered with a conspiratorial wink as he set the tray back down on the bed.

As soon as Jarod had retaken his position next to her, Parker scurried onto his lap to face him. He smiled dreamily, slipping one hand into her hair and bringing the other to the small of her back. Resting one elbow on his shoulder and tracing his earlobe, she gave him a sip from the wineglass she still held in the other hand and followed it with a tender, passionate kiss. He could taste their shared meal on her lips, the sweet and savory and the wine, and couldn't think of any adjectives powerful enough to describe the sensation.

"That's one hell of a chaser," he remarked with an adoring smile as she pulled back to take her own sip. "The wine makes your cheeks rosy," he added, gently stroking his thumb across her cheek.

"Are you sure it's the wine?" she inquired in a flirtatious tone and with a devilish glint in her eye.

"Only one way to find out," he quipped as he took the glass from her and leaned over to set it on the floor.

Parker reached back behind her to slide the tray toward them. Jarod's eyes lit up as her back arched, and he seized the opportunity to nuzzle his face between her breasts.

"Hey!" she giggled as she sat forward again, grabbing him by the chin and tilting his head up to look her in the face, "I swear, you have a one-track mind."

"I can't help it," he chirped, "I like them very much. They're so soft yet firm at the same time and so perky."

That's what makes him so good, she thought, his complete lack of guile. Jarod approaches sex with the same sense of wonder and curiosity with which he approaches all things in life. He doesn't come to bed with an agenda, only with an open heart and a strong desire to please. And please he does, again and again. She rewarded him for his beautiful strangeness by placing a sweet, tender kiss to his birthmark then picked up a strawberry, dipped it in the chocolate and held it to his lips. He bit into it and chewed, moaning approvingly and smiling at her.

"Good?" she asked in a low, sexy murmur.

"Mmmm..." he nodded enthusiastically then pulled her hand to his lips to take the remainder of the fruit into his mouth and, while he was at it, suck the chocolate sauce off her fingertips.

She picked up another, dipped it and, this time, placed it between her teeth and nodded invitingly. He chuckled with glee then moved in to capture the other end, his lips meeting hers as he bit down, and engaging in a long, hot, tangy, sweet, delicious kiss.

"And I thought chocolate couldn't be improved upon," he muttered against her ear as he slid his finger into the bowl of chocolate. She let out a deep, shuddering breath as he painted her lips before plundering them once more. He slowly, methodically began undoing the buttons of what was once his, but what he had already decided would now and forever be her, shirt, all the while not breaking contact with her lips. Only when he had parted the material and slid it off her shoulders and completely away from her body did he pull back to say,

"We're going to need another shower after this."

She nodded slowly and watched through half-closed eyelids as Jarod dipped all five fingers into the chocolate sauce.

TBC...