Page 33 of Never Enough
“Yeah.” I set down my fork, the metallic clang sharp in the quiet room. “Ever since I joined the football team, he’s been different. More approving. Strange, considering he and Mom run art and music empires.”
She reaches across the table, covering my hand with hers. “I can’t imagine what that’s like, but I know you, Alex. You’re more than your last name.”
“Sometimes, I wonder if I’ll ever be enough for him,” I confess, the words tumbling before I can stop them.
“Hey,” Daphne says softly, squeezing my hand. “You’re enough for me.”
The vulnerability in her eyes mirrors my own, a shared understanding between two souls who’ve seen darkness but choose to seek the light together. I lean over the table, capturing her lips with mine. A promise without words. And in that kiss, I find the strength that only she can give me. To be Alexandru and not just a Whitmore.
I push back from the table, my stomach full and my heart even fuller. Daphne’s laughter still echoes in the room, a melody that resonates with something deep inside me. “You owe me a game,” she teases, her eyes dancing with mischief.
“Ah, about that.” I chuckle, feigning disappointment. “I don’t have a gaming system anymore.”
During childhood, I would lock myself up in my room every Saturday, playing my favorite new releases, until Celeste and I started dating. Ever happy that I finally had a girlfriend—one my parents approved of, with that—my parents had no issue with Celeste spending time with me in my room, alone.
The first time Celeste saw my gaming consoles, she sneered, pointed, and said, “That’s gotta go.” And I, coming off from my suicide attempt, listened. After all, I’d failed myself, hadn’t I? If it wasn’t for Daphne, I wouldn’t even be alive right now. So, what did I know? Video games didn’t make me happy, but maybegirlfriends would.
“Is that so?” She arches an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her lips. Rising from her chair, she saunters towards her bedroom. “Good thing I brought mine, then.”
Intrigued, I follow her, watching as she bends to retrieve a sleek Xbox from beneath her bed. The sight of her in my oversized shirt, which hangs just below the curve of her ass, sends a pulse of desire through me. She’s like a siren, her every move luring me closer to the rocks, and I’m all too eager to crash against them.
“Pick something,” she commands, tossing me a controller after setting up her digital oasis. Her hazel eyes are alight with challenge.
I scroll through the online store until a particular title catches my eye—an indie-made high-speed racing game. Its pulsating graphics prematurely fill me with adrenaline. “This one,” I say, pressing the purchase button.
The game loads, and I immerse myself in the roar of engines and the blur of the racetrack.
The controller vibrates in my hand as the engine of my virtual car roars to life, a pulse of power that barely competes with the one thrumming between my legs. I angle the joystick to the left, weaving around an opponent, while my other hand finds its way to the back of her head, tangling in the soft strands of her chin-length hair.
The girl who haunts my dreams and keeps me up at night, the one I’m always aching for even when she’s right here, kneels on the floor in front of me. I can feel her breath as she tugs down my sweats, exposing my hard cock to the cool air.
“Fuck, Daphne,” I groan as she wraps her warm, wet mouth around the head of my dick, teasing me before taking me in even deeper. I can’t stop my hips from bucking upwards, not even as I try to concentrate on the race. Her tongue flicks over my shaft, teasing the sensitive spot just below the head, and I let out a growl. “You’re gonna make me lose.”
“Come on, babe,” she says, her voice muffled by my cock. “You need to win this.” Her throat vibrates my shaft, sending pleasure through my veins like liquid fire.
I groan again, my fists clenching the controller as she takes me in even deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks harder.
The racecourse blurs in front of me as I close my eyes, focusing on the sensations pulsing through my body. Her mouth is hot, wet, and hungry, and I can feel her tongue dancing over every inch of my cock. My heart races, the adrenaline from the game mixing with the desire to spread my cum into her belly.
“Daphne,” I hiss, my voice a low growl as she massages my balls, her nails raking lightly over my sensitive skin. “You’re gonna make me come.”
She slides her hand down, cupping my balls gently. I flicker between the TV screen and her. My jaw tightens as I struggle to keep focus on the game. It’s so difficult.
Daphne comes off my dick with a wet pop, only to send me a wink and lower her head again. The few seconds of relief helped me from exploding down her throat prematurely. Then, her tongue traces a path along my length, down to my heavy balls. Thigh muscles straining, I shift, trying to find a comfortable position.
“Daphne,” I mutter, almost in a growl. She observes the conflict in my eyes, the desire to pull her up and kiss her non-stop versus battling with my determination to see the last few minutes of the game.
“Keep going,” I urge, my voice barely more than a growl. My hips thrust involuntarily, seeking more of the exquisite friction she provides. In this moment, nothing else exists but us. The rush of the game, the taste of wine still lingering on our tongues, and the dark, angsty need that pulses, threatening to consume us both.
My naughty minx smiles with a mischievous curve of her sexy lips and returns to her task with renewed fervor. My body threatens to betraying me even as I attempt to hold back.
“Hell yes,” I pant, my fingers gripping the controller tight enough to turn my knuckles white. Every suck, every swirl of hertongue pushes me further towards the edge, and I fight to focus on the screen before me. “So good, baby. Fuck yeah.”
My breath hitches as Daphne’s fingers trace a path of fire along my thighs, her touch feather-light yet laden with desire. The game controller is slick in my palms, but it’s nothing compared to the slick heat of her mouth on me. Her hands alternate between firm grips on my hardness and playful caresses on my balls, each motion orchestrated to drive me closer to oblivion.
“Ah, Daph… Don’t stop.” I choke, the world narrowing down to her mouth, her hands, and the relentless pleasure she draws from me. I can feel the pressure building, coiling tighter within me, ready to spring.
Her moans mingle with my grunts, creating a symphony of lust that echoes off the walls of her room. The game’s roar of engines is a distant hum compared to the blood pounding in my ears. She’s relentless, her movements both tender and determined, her dedication to my pleasure evident in every swirl of her tongue, every suckle of her lips.