Black Queen, White King

Orlando’s eyes glanced over the chess board once again. His moves were limited - next to none. In fact, it was not even his turn but Layla’s.

The idea of strip chess had originally been Orlando’s idea. When they would play strip poker he would always end up naked first. Layla always seemed to have a lucky ace up her sleeve, and was a gambler that always won.

But Orlando was a chess champion growing up. He and his sister spent countless afternoon’s on the front porch playing the game, lasting hours at a time. So, being the creative person that he was, Orlando came up with a few new rules. Every piece captured, not including pawns, counted as a piece of clothing removed.

Just one problem, one small thing that Orlando had not counted on. Layla had been first chair on her high school chess team and proved to be quite a challenge. That’s why Orlando was now down to his boxers while Layla was wearing her bra and panties. His white king was left to challenge her black queen and king. All he could hope for now was a stalemate, and even that was looking to be a little unreasonable.

Layla’s hand finally moved from her lap and reached for her queen. It made it’s move from c3 to d3, and Orlando could not help but cringe. “Check.” Layla laughed, looking up and Orlando with a slight smirk, she knew she had him. He was wrapped right around her little finger.

Shaking his head, Orlando did not even need to think about his move. He didn’t have a move really. Reaching for his king, Orlando reluctantly moved it from its home on f1 to g1 ridding himself of the check. It was a stupid move though, and glancing over the board he knew that the end was near.

“You should have kept to poker, your fate came a hell of a lot quicker.” Layla noted, glancing up at Orlando through her thick eyelashes. She liked being able to torment him, prolong the inevitable. She could have ended the game a long time ago. She had already given up two checkmates to allow Orlando the capture of a few of her pieces. Layla was finished playing though, her desire for Orlando was becoming unbearable.

She waited for Orlando’s reaction, and when he showed none, Layla went in for the kill. Black queen from d3 to d1. “Check and mate. Looks like you’ve lost again. Off with the boxers.” Layla smirked, running her fingers just under the inside of her bra strap. Things were getting hot, despite the air conditioning running through the apartment.

“I hate you, you know that right?” Orlando pointed out, taking his queen off of the board and rolling it around in his hand. If this is what Layla wanted, then she damn well was going to wait for it. He’d make a production about it, whether she liked it or not.

“I know. Now take off your boxers Orlando, or I’ll do it for you.” Damn, there was nothing he could put past her. Though, he would not mind her threats so much, in fact it might be nicer to let her follow through on them as well.

“I think I’ll wait.” Orlando shrugged, relaxing back in his chair. “After all, chess is a game of patience.” Orlando pointed out, using the same line that Layla had at the beginning of the game when she was reluctant to take off her first article of clothing. He knew that it would get deep under Layla’s skin. She hated when he did that, turning her own words back on her.

“Don’t test me Orlando, you won’t win. You and I both know it.” Layla warned again, her eyes narrowing as she saw him. “If I have to take those boxers off myself then you are going to be a very sorry man, and a very sex deprived one at that…”

Orlando simply laughed. She needed the sex as much as he did, they both knew it. “If I’m sex deprived then that means you will be sex deprived as well. We both know that’s not going to happen Layla, so give up.” Orlando pushed on. He waited for a response from Layla, but never received one.

Instead, she raised up out of her seat and made her way over towards Orlando, hips shaking the entire way. Layla was exaggerating her every move, knowing that it was going to get to Orlando. He couldn’t resist her body. Not that he only loved her body, no, he loved her for her. However, the body was definitely a bonus.

Layla took care of herself. Hell, she was probably at the gym more than he was. She could out do him there any day, and as much as he hated to admit it, she could out do him in the bed as well. Of course he was never one to complain, and that became even more clear as Layla moved over his body and lowered down so she could straddle him.

As she brought her lips close to his ear, Orlando waited in anticipation for what she had to say. However, not a single word was spoken. Instead, Layla ran her tongue over the outside curve of his ear sending a shiver down his spine causing something else aside from his body temperature to rise.

“Damn, you’re a wicked woman Layla.” Orlando whispered, his voice starting to show a hint of huskiness as his arousal grew. Reaching up, he weaved his fingers through her hair and began to pull her face closer to his until their lips were finally touching in a small, gentle kiss.

The kiss didn’t stay gentle for long however. Within moments it grew hungrier as Layla managed to slip her tongue past Orlando’s lips and into his mouth. At first, her tongue traced along his teeth but that didn’t last for long either. Orlando would not let Layla play the dominant role, and within seconds their tongues found themselves engaged in a massive duel, Orlando’s grip of Layla’s hair never once loosening.

When the small moan finally slipped past Layla’s lips, Orlando knew that he was gaining control over the situation. For how long, he had no idea, but he was not about to find out. Seizing the moment, Orlando slid his hands from Layla’s hair and slowly began to trace them down along the back of her neck and around her shoulders.

Layla was letting him have his time for now, he knew it. Eventually though, the tables would turn. Whatever Orlando did to Layla would only be returned in three fold once she decided to take control, and that meant that Orlando would be careful with what he did. No teasing, and definitely no silk ties.

Orlando must have been spending too much time debating things in his head, because in that time Layla found herself grinding against Orlando as her hands ran up and down his arms.

This continued until Orlando felt his hands being pushed back behind the chair, however it was something that barely registered itself into his mind. All that Orlando could focus on was controlling himself before Layla’s movements drove him over the edge. Before her grinding hips put an end to their entire adventure.

Eyes opening wide, Orlando realized that it might have been a mistake. He was suddenly aware that he could no longer pull his hands apart to hold Layla. She had managed to tie them together using something, making him vulnerable to any attacks she may have had planned. “What on earth…” Orlando trailed off, he could tell what the binding was.

“You take too much time.” Layla laughed, pushing closer to Orlando’s chest. It was then that he realized that she was no longer wearing a bra. That must be have been what Layla tied around his hands a moment before, though he had no idea when she managed to take it off. “You know I don’t like that babe,” she added with another laugh, “We play things at my speed.”

“You’re going to regret that one day you know.” Orlando smiled, all the while Layla’s lips were pressing small kisses against his neck. Of course, it was something that he always said.

Layla just shook her head, all the while her kisses began to move downwards over his chest. The skin was soft under her lips and if it weren’t for her own desires growing, she could have spent all day just kissing his flesh. But that was not the case, so within seconds her kisses continue down until she came to his tattoo.

Sneaking her tongue out from her mouth, Layla traced the outline of the sun, occasionally looking up to see the reaction on Orlando’s face. Of course, every time his eyes were closed tight trying to force his body not to betray him. And to think, Layla had yet to do anything all that drastic.

That would change though, and with a wicked grin on her face, Layla began to let her tongue trail down until it was slipping just under the waistband of his boxer shorts. When Layla heard the small moan coming from above her she knew that she had him wrapped right around her finger.

Of course one thing that Layla hadn’t counted on was her own damn hormones having control over her. Within seconds she had managed to pull Orlando’s boxers off, along with her own, and toss them on to the floor next to the table. She couldn’t wait, she had meant to tease him until he begged for more but she couldn’t take it herself.

Straddling Orlando’s lap, Layla kissed him as she lowered herself onto his throbbing cock. She was far too concerned about making sure that she was ready, Layla was too wet for it to make a difference.

“Oh god.” Layla moaned under her breath. She was too caught up to slow things down as she moved herself up and down Orlando’s length. Her body was begging for a release, and she had every intention on following through with its wishes. “More…”

“I’d love to…” Orlando began, his sentences becoming chopped as he struggled for a breath in between kisses. “But my hands…” another intense kiss, “Are tied. I can’t help you.” Orlando knew this would get to Layla. Right now she was pretty much all on her own since she had rendered him useless thanks to her bra.

“Fuck it.” Layla cursed, Orlando’s words soon making sense to her. Reaching behind him she quickly pulled at the knot until it became loose enough for Orlando to slip his hands out of. “It’s not worth it.”

Orlando could say that again. Quickly bringing his hands to her waist, Orlando began to speed up his thrusts. Orlando’s release was near, he could feel it, but he would not let himself go until he was certain that Layla had reached her pivotal point. He always held off for her, even through all her teasing.

“You feel so amazing, Layla,” Orlando groaned, pulling Layla harder against his hips as he made his strokes longer and faster. He wanted her to cum for him, but he could tell that she was holding out. Waiting for him to climax first - and that was something that was not going to happen. There was no way in hell.

Reaching down in between their bodies with one hand, Orlando slipped his thumb inside her folds as it rested upon her clit. Slowly, Orlando increased the pressure as he started to stroke it around and around in continuous circles until he could see Layla biting her bottom lip. He had her, she was right on the edge where he wanted her to be.

With one final stroke, he heard Layla cry as her back arched and her hips came crashing down to his. Deep inside, her muscles were now contracting against his cock, squeezing him, begging him to follow suit. “Checkmate.” Orlando whispered into Layla’s ear before letting his own release take over.

Again and again Orlando felt himself spilling inside her. Filling Layla’s womb until the contractions of her vaginal muscles had squeezed every last drop from him. Collapsing against her chest, Orlando listened to the racing beat of Layla’s heart as her head soon came down upon his.

Silence surrounded the two of them as Layla and Orlando fought to catch their breaths. What had meant to start as an evening of chess and teasingly good sex, ended up in a primal mating between the two of them. And though Layla may have won the game of chess, Orlando was certainly able to hold out the longest between the two of them.

“I think we should play chess every Friday night.” Orlando noted, tracing small circles around Layla’s back.

She simply laughed in hearing this. “You would.”