Flirtation Games Novels & Stories

He whispered gently into my ear, his breath softly touched behind my ear and my neck, making me shiver and flustered. "What kind of exchange?" I whispered back to him, I felt the smirk that has formed on his lips as he heard me. He was enjoying this, he liked making me like this; he liked making me all flustered and submissive to him, even though he was good on hiding it. It was like a game that was called "How to make Hunter flustered" or "How to fuck me up". Maybe not the second one, but I hate feeling like this.

I feel pity for the big guy. Right now, Roman and I are in a stand-off against his cousins Menandro and Lara in a game called Sapo. It meant Choke the Frog, but without an actual frog. A figurine frog sat on top of an erected log in the middle of the garden. Each team has ten gold coins and all we have to do is aim for the frog’s mouth, choke the figurine. It was easier said than done. Each team hasn’t been able to choke the freaking open-mouthed frog yet. We only have four coins left for each team. Menandro missed another shoot. Lara’s aim was no good as well.

"Lila, what’s your deal?" My stomach twisted in confusion. I replied with a simple question mark. She shot back with a rolling-eyes emoji. "I didn’t invite you because I thought you were busy. And now you’re deliberately ignoring my post? Not liking it on purpose?" I sent another question mark. "No, I was just busy with Student Office work the last few days." Rachel fired back with another eye-roll emoji. "Wow, how coincidental. You just happened to be too busy to see my birthday post? Disgusting. What, did you scroll past it and pretend you didn’t see?"

"But here's the thing… I want to play a game." "I'm listening." I adjusted myself better. "We go as strangers." His eyes lit up with that mischievous glint I knew too well. “We don't know each other. We meet there, we flirt, we pretend like we have never touched before." I sat up a little straighter. "Like a pickup?"

“Fine, Alpha King Aiden. Why don’t we make a little wager?” He grins wolfishly, “I love gambling. What are the stakes?” Rolling my eyes, I mutter, “Of course you do. And drinking and whoring without a doubt.” His eyes narrow slightly, but the smile remains. “Obviously. All the best things in life. The stakes?” “If I win, you stop flirting with me for a week. Not just with words, but body language too.” His grin widens. “Oh dear, Briana. I’m worried now that you may throw this match on purpose. We both know you love it when I flirt with you.” I growl at him and he laughs.

Looking to her side screen on the desk, London squinted until her kind mods in the chat informed her that it was a speed three. Losing interest quickly in the tongue twister challenge, London decided to introduce a new game with the chat. She would guess what speed they put her on. She would remove one self-restraint if she had more correct guesses than wrong with the mods and chat as judges. However, if she had more wrong guesses, they could vote to add a new accessory from the display behind her. They could make her wear corsets, nipple clips or a small anal plug with various designs. Excited, the chat started discussing strategy while others leaned towards distraction by spamming the stre

“Were you looking for me or hoping to look at me?” I huffed in fake defense, knowing it was still our little game we were playing—and I wanted to win. I put my hands on his chest and innocently looked up into his eyes. “And what if I was doing both?” I flirted. “What if I was interested in the view and the man behind it?” I felt his heart beat faster under my hands, his arms slowly moving down my hips. I swallowed hard in surprise—that clearly wasn’t part of the game we had been playing all day.

“I’ve been a big fan of milk. No lactose intolerance here!” “Grandma!” Kimberly says with a shake of her head. “Come on, Kimberly Ann, you should let your grandma have some fun. That man loses his shirt every time.” “Grandma,” Kimbra replies as we all giggle at Grandma Helen’s lack of filter, “he loses because you won’t let him quit when he’s ahead.” “Five dollars?” I say with a grin, hoping to get Kimbra off the hook. “That must mean it’s not strip poker.”

"You have no idea what a dangerous game you're playing, baby." Before he knew what hit him, she leaned forward and brought her lips to his. She stopped short of an actual kiss and they shared air, barely connecting. Hovering. Drifting. "Game, you say?" Her warm breath teased his lips as she spoke. While he shook from restraint, she tilted her head the other way, brushing their noses. "Scrabble? Monopoly?" Her breathy whisper and the joking reply made him groan again. "I know. It's spin the bottle."

I looked around the party hall as we entered; it was beautiful. "Welcome to our 30th mating party! Ladies and gentlemen, put on your masks! Now, may we have all the ladies come up here?" A woman, who I think was the MC, grabbed our attention. We all stood up and went to the stage. "Okay! We will be rating you on your strength and beauty to impress your mate." I just sat in my seat as I watched them participate, along with Jess, who also wasn't interested in finding another mate. The MC continued calling the names while I secured my mask on my face.