Alt. Saving Throw (Unedited)

Two.

Fucking two.

That’s what Emma had lost by.

I sagged back into my chair as I heard Owen let out a war-whoop. His eyes sparkled in lustful glee. “Oh man. When I am done with you, you’re gonna—”

“So close, yet so far…” Emma said with perfect composure. Leaning forward, she slid the condom back to her and made a show of putting it back in her purse. Owen wasn’t the only one stunned. Seeing us all looking at her, she frowned. “What? He lost.”

“You blind? I clearly rolled higher—”

“You dumb?” she shot back. “Or can you not do basic addition? It’s a saving throw. I add my charisma bonus to it.”

“I have a bonus too!” he began, digging at his character sheet.

“Yep. You have plus one. I have plus three. We rolled equal, meaning I made the save.” She paused for just long enough for it to really sink in. “Sorry, but it looks like you are going to have to retire to your own room. Alone.”

The look on Owen’s face was priceless, though it seemed like it was looking in a mirror. I’m sure that I looked a lot like that more often than I was comfortable admitting from all those times Emma had pulled a fast one on me.

I sagged back into my chair. Holy shit. That had been close.

Too close.

My hand still felt a bit shaky.

“Well,” Emma said, breaking the uneasy silence as she stood. “It was fun gentlemen. See you next weekend?” From the brightness in her voice and smile, it was like nothing had even happened. She made it two steps before Owen called out to her.

“Wait!” She sighed and turned back around.

“Yes?”

“A blowjob then.”

“Owen, give it—”

“Shut it, Mike. Just because you don’t have the balls to ask her doesn’t mean I don’t either.” He grabbed his d20 again. “You were willing to bend over and take it, a blowjob should be no issue for—”

“That’s enough,” I said, standing up. “This isn’t a—”

“Fine.”

“Emma,” I said.

“I said it’s fine,” she said with a firm look. Moving over to the table, she took the dice and squared off against Owen. Once more, dice clattered across the table.

“Fuck. Yes!” Owen said with a pumped fist. His dice showed 18 while Emma’s was only a 5. “Suck it! Literally,” he said with a cackle.

Sliding her purse onto the chair, she sighed. “Okay.”

“Emma—”

“It’s okay,” she said, resting a hand on Mike’s arm. “I don’t mind. Really.” As if to drive the point home, she gave him a kindly smile. It faded when she looked over at Owen. “Come on then,” she said as she headed over to my room.

My room.

“E—”

“Going to borrow your room for a second, okay, Isaac?” There was a sway to her hips as she walked. “Won’t take long…”

Any objection died before it could make itself known. Owen strutted past her into my room. There was a hint of a smile before she followed him inside. The table was silent as we heard the door close followed shortly by a soft click of the lock.

“Is this for real?” Ben asked in a breathless voice.

Mike spun to face me. “We have to stop them.”

My heart was slamming against my chest as I stared at my closed door. Right now, in my room, Emma was—

She was—

I think I was going to be sick.

“Isaac!” My eyes focused on Mike. He looked as horrified as I felt.

“You heard her,” I said, slumping into my chair.

“Dude…”

It was silent after that. No one said anything. It was like we were barely breathing. All we could do was stare at the closed door. Stare and imagine what was going on in there. Knowing without knowing.

This whole situation was disgusting. Owen shouldn’t be the one in there. Any of the others I could tolerate, but not him. Not after all he has done and said. How he had treated Emma all this time shouldn’t be rewarded.

Another pang hit me as soon as that thought crossed my mind. I would have the three guys here have a turn with her all for my own selfishness. It may have been true they would be getting something out of the deal, but in the end I benefited most from it. I didn’t even want to start thinking about how to explain me suddenly dating Emma after she had a turn with them.

Fuck. This was all sorts of messed up.

The door opened and all attention went to Owen. He had the cocky swagger of someone who won the lotto.

“Are you serious right now?”

“Don’t be fucking jealous, Mike. You would do the exact same thing if you were in my position. Don’t be fucking pissy because you didn’t think of it first.”

“And?” Ben asked, eyes sparkling. He looked at Owen as if he was the second coming of Christ. A bit sickening if I was honest.

“Grade-A cocksucker,” he answered with a fat grin. “Clearly not the first time.”

“That’s enough.”

His eyes turned to me. “Fuck you, Isaac. We all know Emma stays behind after we leave. You’ve been getting this the whole time and you never said a god damn thing. Selfish bastard.” Mike was about to say something when Owen beat him. “Emma told me herself. She isn’t opposed to doing this with anyone. Only reason she didn’t was because of him.”

I was surprised by the accusation. Had she really said that, or was he blowing smoke out his ass?

What really got me was the look Ben gave me. Betrayal. Trent seemed like he was about to keel over and blow away. Only Mike was normal, his attention still on Owen.

“Just leave, Owen.”

He let out a huff. “Why, because I’m telling the truth and calling you out on your shit?”

“No, because you’re being an asshole. You always have been.”

“Fuck you.”

Grabbing his stuff, he left in a huff. Ben followed quickly after him.

I let out a breath, shaking my head. Well, this was fucking fantastic. When I looked up, Trent was gone too. The tension was probably too much for him and he saw the opportunity to bounce and took it. That left Mike. He was upset, but it seemed to be the same reason I was. Maybe.

Emma strolled out of my room around then. We both watched as she confidently moved over to the table. That’s about how long her collected nature lasted. Grabbing her Coke, she quickly finished off the rest of it before making a bitter face.

“Bleh.”

“You okay?” Mike asked with a concerned look.

She seemed surprised by his question. “Why wouldn’t I be?” He floundered, earning a light laugh. “Relax, Mike. Certainly not the worst guy I’ve given a blowjob to.” She continued to stare at him. “You look like you’re having a stroke. Are you okay?”

“You just—”

“Gave Owen a blowjob? Yeah.”

His mouth was wide open. “Why?”

A small grin was on her face. A light indication of the woman underneath. “Owen was right about one thing. I am a bit of a slut.” She studied him. “Judging by your reaction—or lack of it—you already knew.” His eyes moved to me. It was only a fraction of a second, but that was more than enough for Emma. “Ah. He told you then.”

“I-I **** it out of him and—”

“Mike. Breathe,” she said with a giggle. “It’s fine. Really.”

He looked from her to me, then back to her. “I… I need to go.”

Never seen him move so fast.

I sighed. “Well, there goes Dungeons and Dragons.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Were you not paying attention at all? When you said you were going to do this, I didn’t know you were going to do it during the sessions!”

“Where else would I do it? I don’t interact with any of them outside of this setting.”

“Everything is ruined. No way are things going to recover—”

“Are you angry about the DnD group, or that I sucked Owen off?”

I let out a heated breath, staring at her. She was smiling sweetly as she waited for me to answer.

“Both,” I said with a huff, sitting back in my chair and crossing my arms.

She slid over to stand in front of me. I did my best to avoid looking at her, but that was impossible. With a calming breath, I turned my head to look up. She wasn’t smiling, waiting for me to make eye contact. Without a word, she moved to the chair and mounted me. The warmth of her legs rested atop mine as she stared in my eyes.

I purposefully looked away. I was upset and not in the mood.

Her hand brushed against my face before gently forcing me to look at her.

“I’m not in the mood.” I tried to look away again, but her hand prevented my head from turning.

“Why are you upset?” She leaned closer. “Was it because I gave Owen a blowjob?” she whispered.

“No—Yes,” I said with a sigh. Emma wasn’t going to let this go until she had her fill, to hell with my feelings. Before she could do anything with that, I blitzed forward to hopefully throw her off balance. “And before you ask, no. It wasn’t because you did that. Not really. It’s because he is an asshole. He never should have spoken to you like that—and certainly not have been rewarded for it.”

“That’s why you’re upset? Because he said mean things to me?” She giggled lightly. “Oh, Isaac. That’s so sweet.” As if to reward me, she shifted on my lap. Our bodies were practically touching at this point, the weight of her on my groin. Under other circumstances, I would have been helplessly aroused. Now? Nothing.

I looked into her eyes, my expression hard. “Emma.” She blinked a few times, not expecting the firmness in my voice. “You can’t fuck him.”

She leaned back slightly so she could get a better look at me. “The quest—”

“Fuck the quest.” That certainly got her attention, fear creeping into her eyes. “I’m serious, Emma. If you fuck him, we’re done. That is a line I will not cross.” I’ve never felt such anger before and the more I focused on it, the more clear it became. “If you want to fuck guys who will treat you like that, I want nothing to do with it. You deserve better than that.”

The fear was fading, but there was a caution in her expression. “What do I deserve?” she breathed. I saw it in her eyes then. That hunger for excitement. Yet it was tempered by her other emotions. Caged hunger. That was new.

My anger was fading as my body picked up on her signals and reacted accordingly.

“Someone who appreciates you,” I said, matching the volume of her voice. My eyes slid from her face. Hands, long gripping the arms of my chair, moved to rest against her hips. “Someone who knows how to pleasure you as much as you pleasure them. Someone you can fully enjoy.”

Leaning forward, her forehead pressed against mine. God she smelled divine. “That does sound good.” Her smile widened. “Have someone in mind?” Before I could answer, she kissed me. I know where that mouth had been. It was probably why she was doing it. I didn’t care though. I had to believe the Coke she drank got it all away.

Breaking the kiss, she remained closer than ever.

“Emma…” I moaned. She was grinding on my stiffening cock and it was driving me crazy.

“Please, Isaac,” she gasped I couldn’t get enough of what I was seeing. Instead of the normal cold and calculating Emma, I was seeing something completely new. Raw lust and arousal was bright as day. “Tell me—Tell me the man you want me to fuck. I’ll do it,” she continued, breathing hard. “I’ll fuck him—for you, Isaac. Only for you.”

She already knew who the name would be. It was the only one I actually gave a damn about. The only decent man among my group of ‘friends.’

The man who would complete the quest.

“Mike,” I gasped as she circled her hips, grinding my cock against her with just enough **** to avoid it being painful.

She looked shocked. An act. She already knew who I was going to say. “B-but… Isn’t he your friend?” I groaned. Damn vixen was grinding faster. “You really want me to fuck your best friend, Isaac?”

I managed a nod, closing my eyes. That was about my limit at the moment. Fucking Christ. She was going to make me cum just like this and we were barely doing anything. I might be dreading having actual sex with her if she could do this to me with fucking clothes on.

“Does that mean… you don’t appreciate me?” My eyes shot open. “You don’t know how to pleasure me?” Her voice dropped lower. I could barely hear her. “You think I don’t enjoy myself when I’m with you?”

“I—”

“You like me,” she whimpered. “You said you liked me.” Were those tears? Holy fuck. She had a future in Hollywood. “You said you liked me! Why are you telling me to fuck your friend when we haven’t even—”

“Emma.”

Those tear-filled eyes looked into mine and I found I had no idea what to say.

“Choose, Isaac. You or Mike?”

All thoughts of the quest fell away. The only thing that mattered was here in the moment. Staring into her eyes, I knew I could claim her myself. It was the clearest it had ever been. All the teasing before, all the times she had offered herself, the times we had gotten close before, she had always kept herself at arms length. Not tonight. This was the first time I could feel her acceptance.

It was tempting. So. Damn. Tempting. I wanted her so badly, and she relished that want. I still didn’t think she wanted me, not like I wanted her. But it wasn’t like when I had her on the bed. Her desire was rooted in my desire.

And that’s what sealed it for me.

“Mike,” I whispered.

Surprise blossomed in her face as she backed away. “What?”

“I choose Mike.”

“Do you not want me?” she asked with a quivering lip.

“More than anything.”

“Yet you picked him.”

“I did.”

“Why?”

I hesitated. I saw a brief flicker of worry when I didn’t answer for several long seconds. I know she was just teasing me again. This was certainly a new play, but I was loving it. This dug at me in a way I hadn’t experienced before. Instead of the demanding and overbearing Emma, this was almost where the roles were reversed. Not really of course. She had just as much control as always, yet it was framed in a way that made it feel like I was the one forcing this on her. That there was some **** on her part.

My heart was racing as I stared into those lovely blues of hers.

“Because I want you to.”

Her mouth opened, eyes widening slightly. They lowered as she sniffed.

“I want you,” she whispered. God, the voice she used tore at me. There was so much pain there. Her hands ran along my chest. “Please. I… I want you.”

A quivering hand went up to tip her chin back. Suddenly, she was looking at me again. Damn it. She was actually crying. I wiped at the tear streak that had gone down her cheek. “But you are going to sleep with Mike. And you’re going to enjoy it.”

Dejected, she slid away. The suddenness surprised me as she shuffled away. I was about to chase after her when she spun around, a giant smile on her face. Taking a deep breath, she wiped at her cheeks.

“Well, that was different.”

My mind was still spinning from the sudden shift. Her smile faded as she looked at me. “Was that… okay?”

“Huh?”

She nervously fidgeted. “It was a softer approach than usual. Was… it okay? Did I go too far?”

I took a deep, shaky breath. I released it slowly, letting the tension and emotions flow from me. I gave her a small smile. “It was certainly different.”

“Different… as in good?”

“It was fucking hot.”

She brightened. “Really?”

I nodded.

Hesitating, it looked like she was thinking of something. Before I could ask, she walked over to me. Bending over, she gave me a kiss on the cheek. Before I could react, she said her goodbyes and quickly retreated for the stairs.

The enigma of Emma. How she could say all those things, kiss me so intimately, and never once break character, yet a simple peck to the cheek had her rushing off with a red face.

Running my hands over my face, I groaned as I peeked through my fingers. Looks like I was cleaning up alone tonight.

My eyes went down to my erection. It hadn’t gone away, even without Emma’s teasing touch.

“I’ll take care of you first,” I muttered before heading to my room.