All In: Calling His Bluff (Gambling With Love) (7 page)

"
Ohhh
! Oh that feels good! Right there!
Yes
!" she screamed as she pushed her hips back against me. I could really get used to hearing her cries of pleasure.

God it felt amazing pounding into her, taking her higher and higher until her insides clenched around my cock, knowing I was the only man who'd ever fucked her like this. Aaron may have taken her virginity, but I was the only one that had ever made her scream in ecstasy.

"I'm almost …
oh
… please Dylan!" Jules was right on the edge and desperate to go over. Hell I was too, so I reached down and worked her detonation switch until she exploded around me.

Her pussy squeezing my dick while she screamed my name in gratitude for getting her there felt incredible. So incredible I couldn't last any longer. With my own growling curse I thrust one last time into her before I collapsed on top of her back, my weight flattening her to her stomach.

"Damn, Dylan," she said, between gasps. "You were right. That felt so fucking good."

"Glad I could show you something new," I told her, kissing down her sweaty shoulder and back. I couldn't keep my hands or mouth off of her, even though my lungs begged for more oxygen. "And I'm glad you liked it. Does this mean you'll let me keep fucking you?" I was becoming addicted to being with this woman, and already wanted to take her again. I had no idea that sweet and shy Jules would be such a sexy little wildcat in bed.

"Uh-huh. Is it always like that? Aaron just stuck it in then came instantly all three times."

I laughed, even though my first few times were pretty much the same. Then I tried to think about how being with Jules compared to the hundred or so other women I'd been with, the majority of which had been back in high school. I couldn't pick out a single one, they'd all been so similar and unmemorable.                                                                              

"Was it … was it okay for you?" she asked hesitantly before I could respond, wrongly mistaking my silence as me being dissatisfied.  

"No, it's not usually like that. Being with you is fucking incredible, Jules. I can't get enough." Hell, who was I kidding? Sex with Jules was easily the best sex of my life.  

"Really?"

"Hell yes. It was even better than all the times I've imagined fucking you, which has been more often than is appropriate for my best friend's little sister," I told her. "And I'm glad we finally got to finish what we started in Vegas."

"Would you … do you think we would have … if Will hadn't interrupted?"

During our weekend in Vegas, Will and I had left our hotel room to head to the lobby for Tyler and Jess's wedding when I realized I'd left my key card in the room, and might need it later. I grabbed Will's card and went back up to get my own, walking in right before Jules put her dress on. There she was, standing in nothing but a black strapless bra, thong and heels. I'd almost thrown her down and fucked her right then. Instead, I'd mumbled an apology, grabbed my key card and took one last quick glance before getting out of there for her sake.

All through the wedding, and then later that night at the club with Will, I couldn't stop thinking about Jules. How fucking sexy she'd looked. How much I wanted her, and wondering if it was even remotely possible that she might want me too. So when Will went up to some girl's room later, I headed back to ours to see Jules. The second I walked into that dark room my cock compass pointed me right to the bed with her, and I couldn't help myself. I needed to know if I had a chance with her. Rather than just come out and ask her, I climbed under the covers and reached for her, hoping she wouldn't tell me to fuck off.  When she told me she didn't want me to stop, I lost my shit. I'd tried to take things slow so I wouldn't scare her away, but I'd been about two seconds away from tearing all of our clothes off and fucking her when Will came back. My balls ached for a week afterward, despite how many times I jerked off.

"God knows I wanted to in Vegas," I admitted. "Especially after I walked in on you changing. I couldn't stop thinking naughty thoughts about you after that."

"Pervert," she said and I felt her laugh underneath me. "You weren't drunk that night, were you?"

"No," I admitted. "I just felt like a shitty friend to your brother and wanted to try and shrug off my guilt. I don't know if you noticed that night, but I had to go take a cold shower to jerk off because I wanted you so bad. Now that I know how good it feels to fuck you, I really hate we got interrupted."

"Me too."

"Hell, I even laid there for hours considering waiting for Will to fall asleep to climb back in your bed. Although, now that I've heard your orgasms it would have been impossible to keep you from waking him up," I teased.

"You could have covered my mouth with your mouth or hand to muffle my sounds," she said, surprising the shit out me.

I pulled my semi-hard cock out of her to lay down on the mattress so I could see her face. "Are you telling me you would've let me fuck you with your brother sleeping just a few feet away?"

She smiled and rolled to her side to face me. "Yes. Or you could have fucked me when he was in the shower the next morning, instead of lying and saying you'd been drunk the night before."

"You naughty girl." I pulled her against my chest and kissed her. I wondered what else she might be up for during our little sexual education arrangement. "Would you let me fuck you in public where someone might come along and see us?" I pulled back and asked.

She bit her bottom lip while she thought it over, before she answered. "Yes."

"God yes. You're a sexy little exhibitionist." My dirty mind was already working overtime to come up with ideas of things we could do. "Would you let me fuck you with someone else watching?" I asked. I remembered my buddy Tyler talking about how hot it was to get it on with his girl in the back of a taxi.

"Yes," she said softly, making me groan.

"Want to try the public sex lesson tonight?" I asked hopefully.

"I want to experience everything, and I trust you, so yeah. That sounds pretty hot."

I couldn't help my grin as I kissed her again. All our talk of voyeurism had gotten me hot and bothered, so I pulled Jules's body against mine for her to feel that I was ready again, if she was. When she threw her leg over top of mine, my cock nestled perfectly right between her spread thighs. Since I still had a condom on I reached down and pushed myself inside her. Jules gasped and made that sweet, sexy, "Mm," sound of pleasure each time I rocked forward. With every thrust she became more frantic with her tongue in my mouth and hands in my hair.

I'd never had sideways sex before, but hell if it wasn't amazing. Our limbs were all wrapped around each other like pretzels, our bodies pressed close without having to break our kiss. In this position the more than a foot height difference between us didn't cause any problems, and God she was so fucking tight.

Thanks to my two previous orgasms I was able to keep this round going on and on like the Energizer bunny, even after her pussy put my cock in a vise with her orgasm. I was pretty sure I could give her at least one more.

Grabbing her leg behind her knee, I pulled it higher up my side as I drilled into her harder and faster. I was getting close when I felt the first telltale signs of her walls tightening, signaling she was almost there again. "Give it to me, Jules. I want to feel your pussy squeezing the fuck out of my cock again."

I reached for her clit and as soon as my fingertip touched her she came. I stilled deep inside of her, letting her milk my release from me. "Oh yeah, just like that, baby.
Fuck
!"

"Oh my God," Jules said between breaths, pressing her face against my neck. "Are you trying to … make me … OD on orgasms? What was that … like the seventh?" 

I laughed and kissed her forehead. "I can't help it. I'm trying to make up for lost time."

A whole fucking year had gone by when we could've been doing this together. She wanted me, I wanted her. We could've been fucking like rabbits behind her brother's back. At the present moment, high on endorphins, being with Jules was so worth lying to my best friend.

Jules yawned and then asked what time it was. I couldn't have cared less, but I looked around at the time on the DVR box for her.

"Five-thirty."

"Mind if I take a nap?" she asked softly, and I smiled knowing I'd worn her ass out.

"Of course not," I told her, finally untangling myself from her to throw away the condoms in the bathroom. When I came back she'd already passed out where I'd left her. God she looked good lying naked in my bed. I didn't bring women here, just like I didn't show off my car, so Jules was the first woman I'd been with in my bed since I’d moved out on my own three years ago. Maybe I could talk her into coming back home with me tonight, too. 

I climbed up on the bed and gently pulled the covers out from under her limp body. I cuddled up to her ass, covered us both, and threw my arm over her waist to hold her against me.
This is really fucking nice
, I thought. A minute later, I was out too.

Jules

I woke up feeling like I'd been asleep for hours, but it was only seven. God, I'd been so knocked out from multiple orgasms that I'd even drooled, which was embarrassing. Turning my head to the side I saw that Dylan was still asleep behind me, so maybe he hadn't noticed my grossness. It was unfair how good he looked while he slept when I knew I had to be a mess. Ugh, I needed a toothbrush and a shower ASAP.

I moved his arm from my waist, trying not to dwell on how nice it'd been to cuddle up with him after the mind-blowing sex, and slid out of the soft, comfortable covers. I fell right out of his high as fuck bed onto the floor, twisting my ankle. Jesus, that's a long ways down. It had to be at least four feet off the ground! I glared at the offending furniture before heading to the living room to get my things.

After brushing my teeth it took a while to figure out all the faucets and knobs to finally get the four shower heads going. The warm water felt good pounding over my body and washing away the sticky and sweaty remnants of the amazing sex from my skin.

I had no idea it could feel like
that
. Man, I hoped Aaron Barnes had learned a few tricks over the years, because he'd been so clueless. Dylan knew every little way to make me come, and I'd never felt so relaxed and happy. Of course he knew, he’d been with more women than he could probably count, and I was just a pit stop on his road to more victories in college.

Finished rinsing my hair I finally opened my eyes to turn off the shower. When I looked up through the shower glass, Dylan was leaning back, sitting naked on the bathroom counter watching me. He looked bleary eyed and disheveled, and so damn sexy.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I reached out of the shower to grab a towel from the hook.

"Trying to memorize how fucking hot you look, dripping wet in my shower."

"Peeping Tom," I teased, not bothered he was watching me in the least. Actually I was already getting aroused again.

"It's my apartment, so I have a right to peep," he countered with a lazy, sleepy smile.

"Yeah, about your apartment. I've seen your room at your parents’ house, and it was a pig sty. How is it possible that this place is so damn spotless?" I questioned him as I propped my foot up on the counter to dry my legs sensually, knowing he was watching me.

"I've got a housekeeper. She comes on Mondays and Thursdays."

"Of course you do. Do you have a cook, too?" I asked teasingly.

"I sure as fuck don't cook."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, I burn noodles."

I laughed at his honesty. "Will does too. I don't know how he gets by now that he's on his own."

"He eats here most nights, and we just reheat the already cooked shit in the fridge."

"Oh." God, that had to be better than the campus cafeteria. The meal plan was included with my scholarship, so that's where all three of my meals came from every day. It got old after the first month of my freshman year.

"There's always plenty, so you could join us whenever you wanted," he offered. I nodded, already knowing that wasn't going to happen. I was afraid if Will just saw us in the same room now, he would know something was up. It would also be too hard to be around Dylan after our deal ended.

I finished towel drying my hair, then grabbed my comb to get the tangles out. When Dylan continued to sit there and watch me I thought maybe I was in his way. "Do you want me to go and get ready in one of the other bathrooms?" I asked. 

"No, of course not. I like watching you get ready. Looks like a hell of a lot more trouble than what I have to do."

"Yeah well, you just shower and run a hand through your hair, and you're done," I told him, as I pulled out my makeup bag and started with the moisturizer.

"It's not really fair," he said, reaching over to run a knuckle down my naked side, causing goose bumps to erupt.

"You're making me self-conscious," I told him, as I squirmed out of his reach and used the mirror to put on my foundation. "I've never had a guy watch me get ready before, seeing me naked before I get my makeup on, hair fixed, and clothes on."

"I like seeing you this way, without all that," he said. "It reminds me of the summers when we'd spend every day in the pool."

"Yeah, after I begged Will to let me tag along with him to your house."

"I never minded you coming with him. I checked you out in your bathing suit whenever he wasn't looking."

"You did not check me out," I responded doubtfully. I'd always been twenty or more pounds overweight, and hated putting on a bathing suit. But when it was a hundred degrees outside, and there was nothing else to do, I would beg my brother to let me go swim at Dylan's with him and their friends.

"Did too. So did Caleb and Tyler, although they'd never admit that shit to Will."

"Whatever," I said rolling my eyes. I knew Caleb and Tyler had never looked at me twice.   

"Why do you think we were always tossing you into the deep end? It was just an excuse to put our hands all over you while you were half-naked."

Thinking back, I couldn't count all the times I'd been tossed into the pool against my will. All the guys threw me in at one time or another, but Dylan was by far the most regular culprit. I smiled thinking back on how I used to try and wrap my arms around his neck or arm, occasionally pulling him over the edge with me. Since he was so much bigger, maybe it was more likely that he'd let himself go in with me.

"And you have no idea how much I got off on having your wet pussy and thighs around my head during chicken fights. Even during pool parties with a ton of other girls there, you and I always teamed up, didn’t we?" he asked.    

"You were the tallest, so it was a tactical advantage to have you as a partner." Although that was true, it wasn't the real reason why I always wanted to sit on Dylan's shoulders. Besides my crush, I trusted him to hold onto me tight. We usually won since I hardly ever got knocked off.       

"Uh-huh. And do you remember the time I 'accidentally' walked in on you changing in the pool house?" he asked with a smirk, and my jaw dropped.

"Yes! God that was so embarrassing." I'd only been about fifteen, but I'd developed and filled out a bra years earlier. I'd been completely naked, pulling on my one-piece bathing suit when he walked in on me, getting a full frontal view. I was mortified that he'd seen everything, even all the fat hiding underneath my swimsuit.

"I went in knowing you were in there and hoping I'd get a glimpse of you topless, and even better, I caught you completely naked. I had to go jerk off because I was so hard afterwards. Three times actually, because my cock wouldn't go the fuck down after seeing your perfect tits and dark curls between your legs." As he said this he grabbed the offending member that was growing larger by the second. "I may have also thought about seeing you naked when I jerked off for the next several weeks," he said, making my cheeks flame in embarrassment. "Only in most of those fantasies I didn't just look at you, Jules. We'd make out, and then I'd pull your bathing suit off and fuck you against the pool house wall."

"You horny bastard!" I laughed, even as my body tingled with arousal, imagining him doing just that.

"Oh, I definitely was that. I stayed overnight with Will more than he stayed with me, because at his house I got to see you in a thin pajama shirt and no bra every morning at the breakfast table. Having to sit there across from you with Will and your parents, being able to see your nipples and the shape of your incredible titties after that day in the pool house almost drove me fucking insane."

"I had no idea you ogled me over bacon and eggs," I told him. His sensual reminiscing was making me so wet I was going to have to put panties on soon, before my arousal ran down my thighs.

"What can I say? My dick's always had a thing for you," he said, with a shrug of his wide smooth shoulders.

Why did that one comment and these recent revelations from our youth make me so damn happy? Probably because it was nice to know that while I'd always had a crush on Dylan and thought I'd been invisible, he'd actually noticed me. Not only that, it sounded like he may have actually wanted me.   

"Too bad you didn't fuck me against the wall of your pool house or at my place, and beat Aaron to my virginity. You would have saved me a few years of disappointment and fear," I told him, as I finished up my eye makeup.

"The guy was such a douche. What'd you ever see in him?" he asked.

"He was the only guy that asked me out in high school. What was I supposed to do, turn him down and stay a virgin forever?"

"Yes. Being a virgin was probably better than losing it to that jackass."

"Not everyone had a waiting list of people trying to fuck them," I said, referring to the sluts in high school who were all over him.

"Uh-huh," he nodded in thought, rubbing his hand over his scruffy golden jaw. "You mean all those girls who thought sucking my dick would make me come gold?"

I couldn't help my laugh. Not just any laugh, but one that went on and on until it was headed into a very unattractive snort. "I'm sorry," I told him between outbursts. "Those gold diggers weren't funny … but your cum being gold is hilarious. Wait! You haven't thrown out those condoms from earlier have you?" I teased him.

"Unfortunately I have, but you could always get on your knees and go mining again," he laughed. "If it was possible for me to come gold, I have no doubt you could make it happen." Oh Lord. I never thought I'd be so turned on at the thought of putting my mouth on a man's dick.

"I'll probably be up for a gold rush later," I told him.

"I can't fucking wait," Dylan said when he hopped off the counter.

I plugged in and turned on my hair dryer right as he smacked my still bare ass cheek on the way to the shower, making me yelp.

And all I have to say is, thank goodness for see through glass showers. I couldn't help but watch Dylan’s reflection in the bathroom mirror the entire time he washed himself. God, being able to stand here and just look over every inch of his big, thick, six feet, four inch body was mighty nice. I never knew he was hiding such a tight, squeezable ass under his pants. And when did he get those back and shoulder muscles that rippled with his every move? I knew from squeezing my hands around his biceps earlier when he was inside me that they were huge and hard. Someone's been working out, and it is so paying off.

"Flash photography is permitted," the arrogant bastard commented loud enough for me to hear over the dryer when he noticed me ogling him. His eyes lowered to my ass. "But sadly I'm guessing you won't allow me the same courtesy?"

"Heck no, I'm not giving you anything you can use as blackmail against me."

"I would never do such a thing," he said innocently, and I just shook my head.    

Thirty minutes later I had curled big spirals through my long, dark hair, put on some bright red lipstick and pulled on a red strapless dress. It was my roommate's, since I didn't usually dress so slutty. I knew I had to bring my A game to even try to compete with all those pretty Sig bitches. Slipping on my red, also borrowed, fuck me heels, I was ready to go. I'd make Dylan hold my car keys so I wouldn't have to bring a purse tonight. Oh God, what if once we get to the party, he wants to go off with one of the sluts? My belly gave a flop at the thought. Well, if that’s what happened, then I’d just have to find someone to keep me company. Yeah, right.

Dylan had gotten bored watching me get ready and was tuned into a college football game in the living room while he waited for me to finish up.     

"I'm ready if you are," I told him.

"Yeah, let's go," he said, standing up to turn off the TV.

He'd dressed up more tonight than I was used to seeing. He'd traded out his usual jeans and rock tee for a white button down shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, and tucked into a pair of dark grey dress pants. His black belt matched his black shoes perfectly. He'd used some gel or mousse to ruffle the front of his thick, sandy blonde hair, and hadn't shaved his golden beard line down his jaw. He looked incredibly hot and ... rich, which was really unusual for him. Ah-ha! He dressed so nicely he looked like he was either rich or gay. And since he hid the money … well that only left gay.           

Dylan grabbed his wallet and phone from the kitchen counter, checked his messages before he slid it in his pocket, then headed to where I waited patiently for him at the door. When he finally looked up he came to an abrupt halt. 

"Goddamn, Jules," he said with a grin as he licked his bottom lip, and his eyes went appreciatively up and down my body. "You look fucking amazing. And now that I know what you've got hiding underneath that short ass dress, I don't want to leave. Can't we just stay here tonight?"  

His compliment made me feel pretty freaking good, but when he started advancing on me with heat in his eyes I walked backwards towards the door.

"Oh no you don't!" I held up a hand to stop him. "It took me forever to get ready, and you can't muss me up unless it's while we're making out in public. Nick might be at the party, so we can kill two birds with one stone."

Dylan stopped moving forward and his cheek twitched like he was clenching his jaw. "Who's Nick?"