The Heartbreaker's Game

13 - You're An Alien?!

Trevor’s POV

Heather’s lips looked so luscious. I wanted to taste it again. I wanted to take it like it was my drug. I needed her kiss.

But she wouldn’t give it to me so easily. In fact, if anything, she’d whack the shit out of me making sure that I don’t even glance at her way without getting beat up.

So I did the only thing I know and can do to make her kiss me again, hopefully longer this time.

I used my powers to pull her in for a kiss.

Heather was halfway talking when she broke off, realizing that our faces were getting nearer and nearer by the second.

She didn’t have a choice.

Heather looked really shocked when I kissed her, when my lips found hers again. She was so cute that way. What made me kiss her again? Well. Her lips were so warm and inviting, I just had to kiss them. I could not resist such beautiful lips.

And of course I know that she’s not going to resist me. Girls can never resist me whenever I’m kissing them. It’s like some magic or some sort. Yet, I knew she wasn’t going to be so willingly kiss me again so I had to use my powers.

I cupped her face and kissed her, softly at first, and then it turned to rough and aggressively as I begged to enter her mouth to roam her sweetness, to taste it and to devour into it mercilessly.

She kissed me back.

She kissed me back!

I slipped a hand to her waist and the other behind her head to hold it securely. She placed her palms on my chest and for a moment there I thought that she was going to push me off away from her. But, instead, they moved up to around my neck, pulling me closer, fingers entwined into my hair. She deepened, parting her lips slightly and my tongue entered without hesitation.

I gently guided her down to the sofa and pressed my body against hers, careful not to put my full weight on her, never once having any intentions of breaking the kiss.

Her kisses seemed urgent, so hungry like a vampire lusting for blood. Like she would die if she didn’t have them now.

That was good. I needed her to feel this way if I need to win the Game this year for Kris. We’ve been losing badly and another lost would mean Kris would surely have my head out on display.

Shudders.

I don’t even want to think about the consequences I will have to face later if I lost the Game for Kris.

I put my hand on her shoulders and pulled her closer as she edged her seat a little closer to mine until she was practically sitting on my lap.

My hand slipped down to her waist and pulled her up, closer to me. She let out a soft moan as I nibbled on her neck. She hugged me, pulling closer, if possible. All that was separating the both of us were the thin cloth of our clothes. I was really tempted to rip them apart.

I could take her now. We could have sex. She seemed to like my kisses, I could tell that she was really turned on.

But if I do take my chances with her, take this opportunity she had opened up to me, I wouldn’t win the Game. Not so quick.

She’s not in love with me yet so it won’t count.

And I’ve no clue how fair my opponent have gotten to yet. He could have already won her heart for all I know.

I was sorely tempted.

But . . . maybe if I do it with her, maybe she’ll start to like me and start developing feelings for me. That means I will have to change my Game plans slightly a bit if I go along with this new sudden change. I could work with it.