Seductress Ladies Game (18+)

Breaking The Rules

Henry lies awake in his dorm, recalling his

electric kiss with Rafael. Rafael sneaks into

the dorm, leading to a passionate

encounter. They decide to take their

relationship to a more private setting, the

athletics field, where they explore their

desires under the moonlight.

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The night was warm, a soft summer breeze blowing through the open windows of the dorm room I shared with three other boys. I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, my heart racing as I replayed the events of the day in my mind.

Kissing Rafael, feeling his strong arms around me, it had been electric. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't deny the connection I felt with him.

I shifted in my bed, my body still tingling with desire.

My roommate, Jake, was asleep in the bed across from me, his steady breathing filling the quiet room. I felt restless, my eyes tracing the outlines of the posters on the wall, my mind elsewhere.

The moonlight cast a soft glow, illuminating the contours of my muscular body beneath the thin covers.

The sound of footsteps in the hallway startled me, and I held my breath as the door creaked open. I saw Rafael's silhouette in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the frame.

He closed the door quietly behind him and crossed the room, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. My heart hammered in my chest as he sat on the edge of my bed, his hand reaching for mine.

I took his hand, our fingers intertwining, and I felt a jolt of electricity at his touch. "Henry," he whispered, his voice deep and husky.

"I couldn't stay away."

I sat up, pulling the covers up to my chest.

"Rafael, what are you doing here? It's the middle of the night." I glanced at Jake, who thankfully remained asleep, and then back at Rafael, my eyes filled with concern.

"I know, and I'm sorry, but I had to see you," he replied, his thumb stroking the back of my hand.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you, about us. I wanted to feel your touch again." I bit my lip, torn between my desire for him and the knowledge that we were risking so much.

"We can't do this here," I whispered. "What if someone finds out? My roommates—"

"Shh," he interrupted, placing a finger on my lips. "I know, and I'm willing to take that risk. But we don't have to stay here. Come with me, Henry. Let's take this somewhere more private."

I hesitated, my heart torn between fear and desire. I trusted Rafael, and the thought of being alone with him, exploring the intensity of our connection, was irresistible.

"Okay," I whispered, throwing back the covers. "Let's go." We crept out of the dorm, the cool night air sending a shiver down my spine.

The campus was quiet, the moon reflecting off the neatly trimmed lawns and ancient buildings. We walked hand in hand, our fingers laced together, stealing glances at each other as we made our way to the athletics field.

As we approached the large, open space, the moon cast an ethereal glow on the deserted football field. The goalposts loomed as silent sentinels, and the soft grass invited us to abandon our inhibitions.

We stopped in the center of the field, turning to face each other, our eyes shining with anticipation.

"This is crazy," I said, a nervous laugh escaping my lips. "What if someone sees us?" Rafael pulled me into his arms, his eyes burning with desire.

"Then they'll see how much I want you," he murmured, his lips brushing mine.

"How can I stay away when you consume my every thought?"

His words sent a wave of desire through me, and I kissed him fiercely, my hands tangling in his hair. He tasted of mint and desire, and I moaned into his mouth as our tongues danced together.

His hands roamed my body, sending shivers down my spine, and I pressed myself against him, feeling the hardness of his arousal against my thigh.

"God, Henry," he breathed, breaking the kiss. "You have no idea what you do to me." I smiled, my hands exploring the contours of his chest, tracing the outlines of his muscles.

"Maybe I do," I teased, my voice hoarse with need. "And I want to explore every inch of you." He groaned, his eyes dark with passion, and bent to sweep me into his arms.

I laughed, a thrill running through me, and wrapped my legs around his waist, enjoying the feel of his strong body supporting my weight.

He carried me towards the goalposts, our mouths never leaving each other, our kisses growing more desperate.

He set me down gently, and I reached up to unbutton his shirt, exposing his sculpted chest and tight abs.

I ran my hands over his skin, marveling at the definition of his muscles, and the feel of his warm flesh beneath my fingers.

He leaned in, capturing my earlobe between his teeth, sending shivers down my spine as he whispered, "Touch me, Henry. I want to feel your hands all over me."

I obliged eagerly, my fingers gliding over his chest, down his sides, and across his back.

I explored every inch of his upper body, reveling in the feel of his smooth skin and the way his muscles contracted under my touch.

He trembled with desire, his breath coming in sharp gasps as I found sensitive spots that made him buck against me. "Please, Henry," he begged, his voice thick with need.

"I need to feel you, all of you." I wanted to give him everything. I pulled my shirt over my head, tossed it aside, and stood before him in just my boxers.

The moonlight bathed my body, accentuating the contours of my defined chest and narrow waist. His eyes raked over me, desire burning in their depths, and he growled low in his throat, his hands reaching for me.

He kissed me again, his lips demanding, his tongue plunging into my mouth in a reflection of the possession he desired. His hands roamed my body, igniting fires wherever they touched.

I moaned into his mouth, my hands clutching at his hair, desperate to pull him closer even though our bodies were already flush against each other.

His hands slid down to cup my ass, squeezing the firm globes as he lifted me onto the edge of the goalpost's crossbar.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, my hard length pressing into his stomach, as he supported my weight with one arm, his other hand reaching between us to stroke my throbbing c**k through the thin material of my boxers.

"You feel so good," he growled, his breath hot against my neck as he nibbled on my sensitive skin.

His fingers traced the outline of my erection, and I bucked my hips, craving more friction. "Rafael," I gasped, threading my fingers through his hair. "Please, I need you."

He chuckled, the vibration sending tingles down my spine. "Impatient, aren't we?" he teased, his hand sliding into my boxers to grasp my length.

"But I can't deny you, Henry. I want you too much." With that, he tore away my boxers, leaving me naked and exposed to the night sky.

The cool breeze brushed my heated skin, sending goosebumps across my body, but the chill was quickly banished by the fire burning within me.

Rafael stood between my legs, his eyes raking over my body with raw hunger. "You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

He stroked my inner thighs, his thumbs brushing dangerously close to my aching c**k. "All of you."

I blushed, a mix of pleasure and embarrassment washing over me. No one had ever made me feel so desired, so worshiped. I wanted to give myself to him, to experience everything he could offer.

"Please," I begged, my voice cracking. "Touch me, Rafael."

As if he'd been waiting for my permission, he wrapped his large hand around my shaft, slowly pumping his fist up and down my length.

I threw my head back, a strangled groan escaping my throat as lightning bolts of pleasure shot through me.

He watched my face intently, his thumb rubbing circles around the sensitive head of my c**k, his other hand cupping my heavy balls.

"You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his breath hot against my ear as he nibbled on my lobe.

"You like it when I touch you when I make you feel good."

"Yes," I gasped, my hips bucking uncontrollably. "Feels so good, Rafael. Don't stop." He chuckled, the vibration sending delightful shivers through me.

"I won't, baby. I just wanted to hear you say it." His fingers tightened around me, and he began to stroke me in earnest, his thumb rubbing the sensitive spot just below the head with each pass.

I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my world narrowing to the feel of his hand on my c**k, the breeze on my skin, and the waves of desire crashing through me.

"Rafael," I moaned, my voice hoarse. "I'm close. Oh, God, I'm

gonna—"

"Not yet," he whispered, his hand stilling. "I want to make this last, Henry. I want to take my time with you." I whimpered, my hips bucking of their own accord as I sought the friction I needed to find release.

"Please, Rafael. I need—"

"Shh," he soothed, pressing a finger to my lips. "I have an idea. Just relax and let me take care of you." I trusted him implicitly and nodded my consent, my eyes closing as I savored the sensations running through my body.

I felt his finger trailing down my body, over my sensitive n*****s, across my quivering abs, and then lower, to the tight pucker of my hole.

His touch was gentle as he circled the tight ring of muscle, his breath warm against my thigh. "Here," he murmured, his finger pressing gently, seeking entrance.

I tensed at the initial intrusion, but soon relaxed, opening myself to him. His finger slid inside me, and I gasped at the strange, pleasurable sensation.

"Oh, God," I moaned, my head falling back. "That feels—"

"Incredible, I know," he whispered, adding a second finger, stretching me, preparing me. "You're so tight, Henry. So perfect."

He worked his fingers inside me, scissoring them to open me up, his thumb rubbing tiny circles on my perineum, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

I whimpered, my hips thrusting involuntarily, seeking more of the delicious sensations he was giving me.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his free hand stroking my c**k in time with the movements of his fingers.

"Take it all. Take what you need." I was lost in a maelstrom of desire, my body on fire, every touch, every sensation magnified a hundredfold.

"Rafael, please," I begged, my voice raw. "More." He withdrew his fingers, leaving me feeling empty and bereft, but only for a moment.

I felt the thick head of his c**k nudging at my entrance, and I held my breath, steeling myself for the intrusion to come.

"Are you ready, Henry?" he asked, his voice strained with his own need. "I want to be inside you, to feel you squeezing around me."

"Yes," I whispered, my eyes opening to meet his intense gaze. "I want you, Rafael. Now." With a groan, he pushed forward, his thick length breaching me, filling me in one slow, relentless thrust.

I cried out, my body stretching to accommodate him, the pleasure-pain overwhelming. He paused, giving me a moment

to adjust to his size, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

"You okay, baby?" he asked, his voice tight with the effort of holding still. "So tight, Henry. So damn tight."

"Move," I whispered, my eyes closed as I savored the fullness, the stretch. "Please, I need you to move." With a growl, he began to thrust, his hips snapping forward, driving himself deeper into me with each stroke.

I moaned, my fingers digging into his shoulders, my legs tightening around his waist as I met his thrusts, rising to meet each powerful drive of his hips.

"That's it, Henry," he grunted, his eyes screwed shut as he pounded into me. "Take it, baby. Take all of me."

I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my body on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation. "Harder," I begged, my voice hoarse with need. "Please, Rafael, f**k me harder."

He complied, his hips snapping forward with more force, his c**k drilling deep into my willing body.

I cried out with each thrust, my c**k, nestled between our sweating bodies, leaking pre-c*m, a testament to my intense

arousal.

Rafael's hands tightened on my hips, his breath coming in harsh gasps as his thrusts became more urgent, his need nearing its peak.

"Henry," he groaned, his head thrown back, his teeth clenched. "God, I'm close. So close."

"c*m for me, Rafael," I begged, my voice thick with my own need. "Fill me, please." With a hoarse shout, he came, his body stiffening as he emptied himself into me, his c**k pulsing with each spurt of his release.

I felt his hot seed filling me, the sensation sending me over the edge. I cried out, my vision flashing white as I found my release, my c**k pulsing as I spilled between our bodies.

We stayed like that for several moments, our chests heaving as we caught our breath, our bodies still joined, our hearts pounding in time.

Eventually, Rafael slipped from my body, and I whimpered at the loss, immediately missing the fullness he provided. He lowered me gently to the ground and pulled me into his arms, holding me close.

"That was incredible," I whispered, my head resting on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart.

"It was," he agreed, his hand stroking my hair. "But we're not done yet, baby. The night is still young, and I plan to make the most of it with you."

A thrill ran through me at his words, and I looked up at him, my eyes shining with desire. "What did you have in mind?"

He leaned in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss, his hands roaming my body with possessive hunger. "Oh, I have

a few ideas," he murmured against my mouth.

"And trust me, Henry, you're going to love every single one of them"