Tag...You're It

Glancing up at Layla from his script, a wide grin formed on Orlando’s face. She looked so peaceful as she stood in front of the sink washing the dishes from lunch. He wasn’t sure why Layla insisted on doing the dishes by hand. When they had moved into the new house, one of the first appliances Orlando had bought was a dishwasher. Laughing, he realized just how daft his wife could be at times.

Setting the script down on the table, Orlando moved his feet from the table’s top onto the ground as he tip toed across the floor to sneak up behind Layla. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Orlando rested his head against her shoulder. “You do too much, Layla.”

Laughter erupted as Layla placed the dish she had been washing into the dryer rack. “I do too much? You‘re the one who works, not I.”

“I know. And you know I love to be able to give you that luxury.” Orlando whispered as he placed a kiss against Layla’s neck. He was very traditional in that sense. Him working so his wife could stay at home to raise of a family. Of course, now all he needed were the kids but they could work on that.

“You realize I’m going to get fat and lazy sitting on my ass all day, right?” Layla laughed as she pushed back against the warmth of Orlando’s body.

Poking Layla in the side, Orlando shook his head and he heard he let out a small squeal. “You have a credit card, love; go out and buy a treadmill.”

Getting back, Layla nudged Orlando in the ribs while she rolled her eyes at his comment. “And what fun is a treadmill? Running around in the same spot all the time. No offence Orlando, but the house isn’t that interesting.

“So in other words you want a little more fun to be involved?”

The giggle that came from Layla was not lost on Orlando and as he brought his lips down along her neck once again, he felt her drop her head to the side. Layla wondered if Orlando knew how crazy that little action made her, sometimes she wasn’t sure. “Smart boy. I see I trained you well.”

“I’ll show you who’s trained…” Orlando snickered under his breath. Pulling away from Layla, he grasped her by the hand and turned her around to face him. Letting his fingers tangle through her hair he wasted no time in dropping a kiss down upon Layla’s lips, the faintest hint of dish soap making its way to Orlando’s taste buds.

“Layla?” His voice was husky as he pulled away.

“What is it Orlando?”

“Tag…you’re it!”

Before the words even had a change to register in Layla’s mind, Orlando had rushed around to the other side of the dinner table. Sufficient enough to keep him from Layla’s grasp.

“Tag, Orlando?”

The corner of Orlando’s mouth raised up. “First, you complain about a treadmill for exercise and now this?” Orlando questioned, feigning hurt in his voice. “Layla, you need to make up your mind.”

Narrowing her eyes, Layla knew that a war had started. “Fine, I’ll play.”

“Good.” By the time Orlando had managed to get the words out, he was already rushing towards the exit. Skidding to a halt, Orlando turned back to Layla with his pearly whites all too visible for her liking. “Oh…that tag just cost you your shirt.”

Reaching down for the hem, it only took one real motion for Layla to pull it off and throw it at her husband’s head. Truth be told she was hoping to distract him so she could catch him. No such luck. The moment Layla’s feet began to move Orlando shot through the door like a bullet.

Knowing she was no match for his speed, Layla knew that she’d have to rely on her intelligence. Sneaking over towards the back door, Layla knew the garage would give the perfect entrance.

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Slipping behind the office door, Orlando tried to calm himself down as he listened for any sign of Layla. Unfortunately he heard none. That wasn’t to say she wasn’t hunting him down of course. When it came to being stealthy, Layla was blessed with the gift. She would always sneak up behind him when he was least expecting it just because she could.

Taking a deep breath, Orlando peered out from behind the door and out into the hall. It was empty. The coast was clear. If only he knew exactly where Layla was lurking.

Pushing the door forwards, Orlando cringed when the hinges ground against one another, the sound seeming rather loud in the quiet house. If Layla heard that, he’d be a goner for sure.

Glancing once more down the hall, Orlando caught site of the guest room door half open. If he made it there he would be able gain a clear vision of the stairs. Calming himself down, Orlando shoved the door the rest of the way and bolted towards his destination.

Half way. That was as far as he got before he felt himself being pushed down to the ground, another body crashing down on top of him.

“Damn, Layla…if you wanted it rough, why didn’t you just ask?” Orlando groaned, finally getting a grasp on what had happened. At first he was unsure of where Layla had actually come from.

“I like making you work, watching you suffer as much as I do…” Layla laughed, her hand sneaking up under Orlando’s shirt to run along the taught skin beneath. She could feel his hardness pressing into her as the moisture between her legs became more noticeable. Straddling his legs, Layla reached behind his neck and pulled him up to a sitting position.

“I believe you just lost this.” Layla smirked, her hands now raising the bottom of his shirt up higher. When it was covering his face, Orlando felt Layla’s weight disappear as he heard her race down the steps.

Pulling his shirt all the way off, Orlando knew he would have to fight fire with fire. If Layla was going to be a tease, then he was going to be a tease right back.

Creeping over to the staircase, Orlando made his way down one at a time. Up on his tip toes, he was careful not to make a single sound. Layla wasn’t quite as good anymore though; he had heard her run into the living room at least twice during his descent. The main floor didn’t offer quite as many hiding places as the upstairs had.

As the new idea pushed into Orlando’s mind, a wicked grin grew on his face. “Hide well, Layla…” he called out as he snuck into the foyer, “Because when I find you, that skirt will be mine. Lord help you then love, because it won’t be hard for me to get into your knickers then.”

Hearing footsteps off to his left Orlando chuckled. “That’s right love, keep moving. Once I get into those knickers, I’m going to tease you until you’re just about to cum. Then I’m going to run off just as quick as you did.”

Moving on, Orlando entered the dining room, his eyes scanning back and forth. He knew that Layla had to be here…he hadn’t heard her leave yet. “Of course, I could go easy if you just come out on your own free will.” It was then that the slight movement of the table cloth caught his attention and, with his head snapping to the left, Orlando knew right where she was.

“Yes. If you did that then I might actually let you cum. Then again, maybe not.” The deep laugh was only meant to be a distraction as Orlando pulled up the table cloth and watched as Layla bolted out from underneath. He was on her heels at once, chasing her out through the dining room and back into the hall.

It wasn’t until they reached the door to the game room that Orlando had finally managed to catch up to her. Arm tightening around her waist, he rushed her over to the pool table and pushed her down flat on her back.

“Fuck!” Layla cursed, her breaths heavy. She had thought she had the upper hand on Orlando. How wrong she was.

Orlando just shook his head in hearing what Layla had said. “Not yet. I told you you’re not getting off that easy…or yet, if you catch my drift.” Of course Layla did, and biting down on her bottom lip she let out a small cry as Orlando tugged her skirt right off of her. Scrunching it up into a ball, he tossed it over his shoulder while his tongue ran down her abdomen.

When he felt her fingers tightening in his hair, Orlando let his hand move up her thigh to brush along the moist fabric of her underwear. Almost at once Layla arched up towards his touch, begging for more though she knew she would not get what she wanted.

“You’re so wet Layla,” Orlando whispered as he climbed up over her body. “I can feel it from here. I bet you knew that though, didn’t you?” As his lips hovered just above hers, Orlando let his thumb slip under the black lace to press against her slit.

“Mmm…” It was from the back of Layla’s throat and as her eyes closed, Orlando reached down to tug at her bottom lip. He knew he was driving her crazy, that the friction of his thumb pressing against her clit had her at his mercy.

The moment he felt Layla trying to reach up and capture his mouth in a kiss Orlando pulled away. Slowing down the speed of the circles his thumb was tracing, Orlando chuckled while gazing into Layla’s now wide open eyes.

“Don’t stop!” Layla begged, reaching down in an attempt to guide Orlando’s hand with her own. Orlando, however, would have none of that as he pulled his hand away from her body entirely.

“Tsk, tsk Layla.” Orlando laughed, his voice high and cheerful. “Gimmie, gimmie never gets…don’t you know your manners yet?”

Layla growled in response, her legs moving up to wrap around Orlando’s waist. She didn’t care about the game anymore, or all the little rules that went with it. All she wanted was a fuck, and she wanted it there and then.

Orlando knew this as well. That was why he was not at all willing to comply and pushed off Layla after giving her one last kiss. A taste of what was to come as long as she was able to catch him.

He was surprised at how quick Layla was behind him, figuring it would take at least another minute for her to regain her composure. Knowing that he would be done the moment that Layla caught hold of him, Orlando ran for the lower level. He might just be able to find the leverage he needed down there.

Racing his way around the corner, Orlando stopped dead in his tracks as he watched Layla drop down in front of him. Now why hadn’t he though of jumping over the side instead of running all the way down to the bottom step?

Layla lunged towards Orlando and in no time began to pull him towards the recliner. He could have broken away, Orlando and Layla both knew that, but the game was pretty much over since he would have turned around within seconds to tag Layla and claim her as his own.

As he was pushed down, he felt Layla unfasten the belt of his jeans and pull it free of all the loops. It wasn’t until he felt his hands being pulled behind his back that he realized that he was going to be in for it.

When Layla was sure that the belt was tightly fasted around his wrists, she pushed him back against the chair trapping his arms in between his body and the leather. “You know, I don’t appreciate what you did.”

Reaching out, Layla began to work at unfastening the button and fly of Orlando’s jeans with much ease. “It wasn’t very nice at all, in fact.” When she had gotten both undone, Layla gripped the waistband of his boxer and jeans pulling as Orlando’s hips pushed up off of the chair to help her out.

Leaving them wrapped around his ankles, Layla watches as his erection stood out begging for any attention that she would show.

Standing up, Layla took her time making her way over to bar allowing her hips to sway back and forth as she went. She was going to tease him every way possible, and have everything she did make him beg her for more.

Orlando frowned as he heard the door to the bar fridge open. He knew that Layla was up to something but, from where he was, he could not tell what. Only on her return where she proceeded to wrap her mouth tight around him did Orlando learn exactly what she had done.

“Fuck!” Hips rising up, Orlando felt the cold burn at once. Ice. Layla had got ice to put in her mouth and all his action had done was slide the ice further down his shaft. She didn’t stop though as she swirled the ice in her mouth around and around with her tongue. Up and down she continued to go, pushing and pulling as the ice melted down into smaller pieces.

In an attempt to reach out and wind his fingers through Layla’s hair he only pushed himself closer to Layla when his hands caught against his back. Orlando had forgotten that his wrists were bound together. “You’re the devil, Layla…damn you!”

Layla didn’t answer with words, however. Instead, she pushed herself up off of Orlando and rose until her mouth was level with his. A sly smile crossing her lips, Layla leaned down to kiss Orlando, sliding the ice past Orlando’s lips and into her mouth. “Then welcome to hell.” Layla purred, her hand moving down to resume to job that her mouth had started.

Faster and faster Layla let the friction build up. Her hand trying to entice to the cum from Orlando.

With a grunt, Orlando began to move his hips up to aid Layla. He was close and they both knew it. Faster and faster Layla continued to go while Orlando’s cries got louder and louder. “Fuck…oh fuck!” Orlando panted, “I’m going to cum…”

“Actually, you’re not.”

Orlando’s eyes shot wide open at the sound of Layla’s voice and soon he felt himself fighting to get his hands free. There was no way that he was going to let this happen, no way he was going to let Layla leave him like that.

“If I can’t cum Orlando, than neither can you.” She sang out the last part while slipping off of Orlando and the chair. Sitting there helpless, all Orlando could do was watch as Layla reached up to slip the shoulder straps of her bra off. As she turned around, her back to Orlando, her hands reached up to work at the clasp. “To even out the odds a little.”

Walking towards the stairs, Layla turned back around to look at Orlando. “Oh, and baby…you’re it.” With that she walked up the stairs leaving Orlando alone to himself. Knowing that he had to do something, Orlando pulled his hand out from under him and began to work and undoing the belt with his teeth.

“Run Layla! Run while you can!” Orlando yelled out with a laugh. Then, lowering his voice he continued on more to himself than her. “Because when I get finished fucking you, then making love to you again and again you won’t be able to walk for days.”