All In: Calling His Bluff (Gambling With Love) (9 page)

"You suck me so damn good, too," he said against my ear, continuing his combustible dirty talk. "Blowing my fucking mind.  And you get so fucking wet when you're on your knees, working your mouth up and down my cock, don't you, baby?" 

"Yes.
Oh God yes!
" I wasn't going to last much longer. I was too aroused by the whole sordid affair. My breasts were exposed and bouncing at a random man, who was watching my brother's best friend talk dirty to me while he fucked me. Later, I'd probably think back on this moment and feel like a huge slut, but right now I was all too happy to just ride out the pleasure Dylan was giving me. I could even admit I was incredibly aroused having another man watch us.

"You've got this man so worked up. Look how hard he's jerking his dick, looking at your tits and pussy while I fuck you."      

I looked straight ahead at him. His stance had widened as he leaned back against the opposite wall. Apparently losing the last of his inhibitions, his cock was now out of his pants as he stroked himself for all he was worth. I saw the glistening moisture that had gathered at his tip, before he spread it up and down his length.

"She's hot as fuck, isn't she?" it sounded like Dylan asked the man.

"Oh yeah. She's … umm …
damn
… so hot," the man licked his lips as his eyes roamed from my breasts, down to where my dress was hiked up to my hips, exposing my bare, wet and-oh-so-full pussy to him.

"Wait 'till you see her come. The woman's gorgeous ... and the sounds she makes … so fucking sexy."

I was too close to the edge of ecstasy to be embarrassed by his words.

"Suck my fingers so I can finish you," Dylan ordered, surprising me. His hand left my hip for me to take two fingers. I covered them with my mouth and sucked them as he pushed them in and out, mimicking the rhythm of his cock inside me. I watched Tom and heard him make a pained sound as he focused intently on my mouth.      

"Come for me, baby." As soon as Dylan's wet fingers slipped from my mouth and reached down to touch my clit I came screaming. My insides tightened around his cock in spasms, and my body was writhing so hard he had to hold me up.

I heard our companion grunt while I was slowly coming back down from orgasm heaven. I opened my eyes and watched his hips buck frantically, just before he came in his hand with a curse. His lust filled gaze stayed on my breasts, as they continued to bounce up and down from Dylan's forcefulness. Behind me, he grabbed my hips hard and thrust deep inside me. I heard him growl out a low curse when he finally stilled and found his release.

He moved my hair to the side and kissed my sweaty neck. "You okay?"

I nodded. "I'm awesome." I didn’t even care that he’d mussed me up. The just-fucked look worked for me.               

"Good. Now let me clean you up," he said, between pants. Before I could comprehend his words he was on his knees behind me, his tongue thrusting between my legs.

"
Oh God
!" I screamed, when his mouth sucked on my still sensitive flesh. My cheeks flamed in embarrassment. I couldn’t believe he was … oh, and then my body accepted what he offered…and begged for more

"
Jesus
," I heard the man mutter. It seemed we were all getting religious in the elevator tonight.

I felt Dylan's tongue lick down the inside of my thigh, and then back up again to start circling my clit.

"Oh shit!" I yelled. My knees were so weak I just knew I was going to fall. My hands searched, looking for something to anchor myself to. I reached beside me and found the railing, grabbing on to it while my hips thrust down against Dylan's mouth, chasing another orgasm.

“Oh! Oh yes!
Right there
! Oh!
Ohhhhh God
!”

His tongue flicked over that wonderful spot once, twice, over and over, right before he gave me sweet relief. My legs shook with waves of pleasure that kept going on and on. It was an incredible feeling I didn't want to ever end.

I sagged against the rail of the elevator as I floated back down to reality. A reality where the man across from me was stroking his cock again, and sweat beaded on his forehead as he leaned against the wall.

"Ah, fuck," our new friend muttered.

Dylan got back to his feet and wrapped his arms around me. I turned to lean my forehead against his chest while I tried to catch my breath. My legs felt like jelly in my high heels, and I was thankful he was holding me up. It was official. My mind had been blown.

He reached down and pulled my dress back into place, covering my ass for me. His hand stayed on the outside of the fabric, gently cupping and caressing my bottom.

"Will you … will you let me watch you suck his dick?" our companion asked hesitantly, causing Dylan to go completely still. 

I'd never used drugs before, but if I had, I was pretty sure this is what it would feel like to be high. I was so fuck drunk I could probably be talked into doing anything. Suck a dick? You got it. Fuck me while I stand on my head? Let's do it. Take it in the ass? Sure, why not? I didn't have a single care in the whole wide world. I went right down to my knees in front of Dylan. Pulling off his condom, I wrapped my hand around his length and took his semi-hard cock into my mouth like I was starving.

"Fuck, that feels good," Dylan moaned. I sucked him down as far as I could go, not stopping until I gagged from the fullness. He'd gone from semi-hard to hard-as-a-rock in three seconds flat.

I lost myself to the feeling of him, long and velvety smooth in my mouth, tasting salty from his earlier release, tinged with the hint of latex. I eagerly lapped at every inch of him, from top to bottom and everywhere in between.

"Ah, shit," someone groaned.

I pulled back to tease both men, which was seriously empowering. Dylan looked so damn sexy, standing all tall and imposing above me. He was gorgeous, and I liked seeing him dressed up, even if his clothes probably cost more than my car.

I couldn't help feeling small for a moment while kneeling in front of him in such a compromising position. I looked up at his face, and could tell from his expression he didn’t find my pose submissive. His expression was one of awe and reverence, like I was a goddess and my mouth was pure ecstasy. Seeing that look inflamed my own desire to give him as much pleasure as possible.

Still holding his gaze, I licked around his raised rim, sucked his head into my mouth hard, and then licked the underside of his length down to the sac beneath. I teased his balls with the same oral manipulations I’d used on his cock, before replacing my mouth with my hand.        

"
Fuckkk
," Dylan gave a strangled curse as I covered as much of his cock as I could with my mouth again. His hands moved through my hair until his grip tightened, holding my head still. He took over the pacing, his hips rocking forward and back, looking down at me while he fucked my mouth with his swollen shaft. "I'm so ... fucking … close," he finally warned me. "Where … where do you want me to come, baby?"

He pulled his length from my mouth with a wet
pop
. I leaned up on my knees and grabbed my breasts, offering to stroke him off between them.

"Hell, yes," Dylan groaned as he looked down at me, jaw clenched, his dark green eyes intense and hungry. "I love your titties."   

I glanced over at the stranger, and he was still going at it. "I'm close," he felt the need to share with us.

Dylan grabbed and pressed my breasts together tightly around his wet cock. His hips surged forward only a few times before he cursed, and I felt his warm cum coat my cleavage.

"God, yes. That’s …. Oh yeah. Oh fuck!" He came even louder than Dylan.

"Wow, baby," Dylan said. His posture was relaxed and a lazy, satisfied smile stretched across his face. He helped me up, and then covered my breasts with fabric again. "That was …."

"So fucking hot," our new friend finished.

"Yeah, it seriously was." Dylan reached over and pushed the button to open the elevator doors to the garage. He picked up his discarded condom, and then with his hand on my lower back, guided us to my car. 

"Um, so…thanks for that," his neighbor said before the elevator doors closed, taking him back up to his apartment. 

Dylan's beautiful bike and bad-ass silver Porsche glared disapprovingly at us as we climbed into the front seat of my Kia.

"Do you need to go back up?" Dylan asked, handing me my keys. I shook my head and stretched across him to pull out some wet wipes from my glove compartment. I cleaned up my chest and thighs, and handed him a wipe as well. After that was taken care of, I laid my head back on the seat, needing a little more time to recover. I watched Dylan clean himself, then he got out and threw away the wipes and used condom in the parking garage trash can. 

"Sooo…," he said when he sat back down in the passenger seat, running a hand through his hair. "That was ... fun."

"Fun? That word seems like a drastic understatement."

"How about it was beyond incredible, and the most erotic fucking thing I've ever done or imagined doing," he replied. I looked over at him to judge his seriousness. He looked smug as a bug in a rug as he leaned back casually, taking up more than his half of my front seat. It had been incredible, and I was still clearly high on all the endorphins.

I tried to think of what to say after doing
that
, but couldn't begin to find the words. So I went with the first silly thought that popped into my head. "You went
balls out
, didn't you?" I quipped, and Dylan barked out a laugh as he reached to put his seatbelt on.

"When the idea
came
to me, I had no idea it'd
go
down
quite like that," he responded, keeping up the double entendre and making me giggle.

"It was
hard
to tell, but I'm pretty sure your neighbor had a good time."

"We ...
blew
that dude's mind," Dylan kept our ridiculous word play going. I was struggling to breathe from laughing so hard. The sexual experience had been so intense that it felt good to lighten things up and joke with Dylan about it.   

"He'll think about us … every time he ...
gets off
the elevator."

"You're killing me, Jules!" Dylan exclaimed. Both of us were laughing so hard our eyes watered.                                  

"I can't believe we just did that," I told him as I wiped the moisture from my cheeks, and then pulled down the vanity mirror to check my eye makeup. "It was so hot."  

"You said you wanted to feel sexier, right? Well, there you go. That complete stranger just stood there and jerked off while looking at you."

"He got off on watching us fuck and go down on each other. It was probably like that stupid video you had at lunch, a train wreck he just couldn't look away from," I explained. This seemed like the much more likely scenario.

"Seriously? Are you blind, woman? You're smoking hot. That's why that man stroked his dick like his life depended on it. He was imagining himself fucking you and you sucking him off. Damn it, now I want to go punch the motherfucker because I know he'll be thinking about you as soon as he pulls his dick out again! Which is probably right this second!"

"Whatever. Men don't look at me and think I'm sexy or hot. Nick sure as hell didn't."

"Do you have any idea how incredibly sexy what you just did was? I've never been so turned on in my life. I am ecstatic that you agreed to do something so wild with me. It was like playing out the naughtiest wet dream of all time. And I've already told you, that Nick guy is a fucking idiot. What's so great about him anyway?" he asked, while I finally started driving us to campus.

"Did you see him?" I asked, since it seemed so obvious. "The man is so freaking hot, and for whatever reason he wanted me out of all those other girls. I wasn't invisible to him."

"Uh-huh," he mumbled, clearly not as impressed.

"What's so great about Megan?" I asked, then realized I didn't really want to know. "Never mind, I've seen her."

Dylan didn't make any other comments about Megan or what had just happened on the elevator as we drove to campus. He just changed the channels on the radio until we parked in the commuter lot and got out to walk to the sorority house.

Halfway there he grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. I looked up at him to question it, but he just grinned.

"Holding your hand is the most innocent thing I'm going to do with you in public tonight," he said. "Did you forget that I just fucked you in an elevator?"

"No, I have not forgotten. You still have my panties," I reminded him. He only laughed in response.

You could hear the music of the party from several blocks away. Rob Base rapping the classic old school song, “It Takes Two.” When we walked through the open door of the sorority house it seemed like everyone stared at us…girls, guys, everyone. And I was pretty sure their gawking didn’t have anything to do with the fact that we’d apparently missed the memo about the 80s theme of tonight’s party.

Megan's expression was the most notable. I think her jaw came unhinged. I figured Dylan would head right for her, but instead he went to the kegs. Filling up a red cup with his family's beer, he handed it to me. When I reached for it he jerked it away at the last second and started drinking it.

"Yeah right. Another year, Jules," he smirked, wrapping his free hand around my lower back to pull me against the front of his hard body. He grinded against me to the rhythm of the catchy hip hop beat.

"So you'll fuck me but not let me have any alcohol? What's up with that?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his trim waist. I had to look almost straight up to see his face since I was standing so close.

"You're of legal age to fuck, but not yet of legal age to drink. Daughtry Brewing's future President and CEO can't go around condoning underage drinking," he responded as he leaned down to nip my ear, sending goose bumps down my arms while our bodies swayed sensually.                                     

"Uppity bastard."

"Hey, Dylan…and was it Jennifer?" Megan came and asked, getting my name wrong accidentally on purpose.  

"It's Julie, but she's always been Jules to me. Ever since I robbed her tea party when we were little kids," Dylan said, kissing a ticklish spot on my neck and making me squirm while he absently corrected her. I couldn't believe he remembered the tea party, or that he didn't loosen his grip on me in the slightest, not even sparing a glance in Megan's direction. He was very convincing, pretending that we were together.

"Oh, so you two are …"

"Screwing each other silly? Fucking each other's brains out? Having wild monkey sex? Yes to all of the above. We've just had to be discrete so my brother won't find out," I felt the need to tell her, causing Dylan to laugh into my hair.

"Don't forget
blow
ing people's minds on elevators," Dylan helpfully added, making me giggle.

"Oh yeah, how could I forget about that one?"    

Megan looked absolutely stunned as she stared open mouthed at the two of us.

"Oh, okay. Well, um, Dylan, maybe I'll catch up with you later," she said, before walking off.

I looked up at Dylan and watched his eyes follow her retreating figure across the room. Sure enough, her pink and black retro dress was even shorter and tighter than mine.

"What?" he asked, when he realized I was looking at him.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" he asked. 

"Nope. Just trying to figure out if she was jealous," I said. He turned and guided me backwards until my back hit the wall.

"Well, either way I'm going to kiss you in front of everyone," he said. Sitting his empty cup down on a table, he boxed me in with his palms on either side of my head, and then leaned down to cover my lips with his. Our tongues quickly began prodding and exploring each other's mouths while, appropriately enough, “Me So Horny” played in the background. I realized then that we'd had sex on an elevator and hadn’t even kissed once. Well, not on the lips, or more accurately, not on the mouth.

After a few minutes Dylan grabbed my thigh and held it on his hip so he could press his tall body closer to mine. I could feel his hard length pulsing against my stomach. The memories from earlier made me want to pull it out and fuck him right here in front of everyone.

Leaning back out of breath, he looked down at me with dark, hooded eyes. "We've given everyone a show, so what do you say we go upstairs and fuck nice and loud?" he asked. I nodded, already so wet between my thighs I knew he'd slide right in.

Taking my hand he led me up the steps, giving me déjà vu from last night. He had better fuck me and not walk out, or I was going to be pissed. He even took me into the same room, then slammed me against the door when he closed and locked it.

"I want to fuck you like this, against the wall. Just like my pool house fantasy," Dylan said around our kiss. He lifted the bottom of my dress to my stomach. Then, he grabbed my ass with both hands so I could wrap my legs around his waist. His fingers reached down and teased between my legs, gliding over my wet slit until he penetrated me with two fingers while I clung to his neck.

"Jesus, Jules," he muttered. "You are so fucking wet and ready for me.”

“I want you,” I told him honestly.

“God, yes. I want you too. So bad that I can't go thirty minutes without trying to put my cock in you. And just thinking about seeing you on your knees, fucking your mouth while another man watched … I think you ruined me, Jules. I'm going to lose my goddamn mind replaying that scene over and over again."

Holding me up against the door he deftly unzipped his pants, tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth, and rolled it on one-handed.  When he impaled me with his long, hard cock, I cried out from the sudden fullness.

"Good?" he asked.

"God, yes!" I assured him. 

Dylan's mouth crushed mine an instant before he began thrusting deeper and harder, making the door bang on its hinges. His hands were just as greedy on my ass as mine were in his hair. He lifted me up and down his length, making me moan into his mouth as his cock hit just the right spot, over and over again until I erupted.

"Oh ... Dylan! You feel so…fucking … good!"   

"
Oh fuck
!" he groaned, his thrusts slowing as he found his own quick release.

When he lowered my legs to the ground I was still a little wobbly on my feet, and had to press my back against the door to hold myself up.

"That was … lesson number five. Wall sex," Dylan said with a smile.

"And four was … public slash elevator sex?" I asked between pants.

"Yes. You're an exceptional student, so I put you on the accelerated track."

"You're a really great teacher," I told him, watching him throw the condom away in the trash bin and put his dick back in his pants. "Wait, what was lesson three?" I asked.

"Sideways sex. But honestly, lessons three and four were actually firsts for me too," he admitted sheepishly. I liked knowing he'd done a few things with me that he'd never done with anyone else.

"I like “Demanding Dylan” or “Dominating Dylan” from the elevator, giving me all sorts of naughty orders. That was really hot," I told him, making him laugh. I didn't know he could be so authoritative, and it was sexy to see him take control.

"I knew as soon as that guy got on the elevator with us that he wanted you. But I tried to make damn sure he knew his role was only as a spectator."

"Oh, I think that was very clear. And I think you should invite him up to your apartment to watch us sometime," I said then instantly regretted it. What was I thinking? This was just a temporary arrangement.

"So, you
are
in fact a sexy little exhibitionist. What other naughty things are you into?" he asked with a chuckle.

"I don't know. I guess you'll have to try and help me figure that out."

He grinned and leaned down to kiss me. "You ever watch porn?"

"Nope."

"Well in that case, I can't wait to find out what else gets you wet. Oh yeah, speaking of wet," he smirked. "You want these back now?" he asked, holding up my black thong.

"Yes."

He laughed and dangled it out of reach. "Hell, no. I've earned these motherfuckers. How many times have I made you come today?" he asked with a cocky grin, before sliding my panties back into his front pants pocket.

"Bastard. Those are Victoria's Secret."

"In case you lost count, the answer is I've made you come ten fucking times."
Jesus
. I wasn't very experienced but that sounded like a helluva lot. "And I'll buy you some more panties. In fact, I think we should go shopping. You wanted to feel more sexy right? What better way than with lingerie?" he asked, still grinning like the arrogant, rich bastard he was.

"We'll see," I said doubtfully, pulling my dress down and running my hands through my hair. I didn't have the extra money lying around to spend on lingerie, and I sure as hell wasn't going to spend his money.

"You still look great. I barely mussed you up at all."

"Yeah well, I'm going to head to the bathroom to make sure," I told him, leaving the room to stand at the back of the line. Of course everyone stared at us, knowing what we'd been doing. Shit, they probably even heard over the loud music, but it'd been so good I didn't even care. I’m sure they just wondered what a guy like Dylan was doing with someone like me.

"I'll be downstairs," Dylan said, before quickly heading that way. He was probably going to find Megan. Damn it. Why'd that piss me off so much? She was half the reason we were screwing each other in the first place.

I waited my turn in the long bathroom line before I finally got a chance to freshen up and head back downstairs. Of course, Dylan was talking to Megan, Amber and Stacy. Not really feeling too friendly at the moment, I headed for the keg and filled up a cup with Daughtry's while Dylan was too preoccupied to stop me.

"Damn, Julie. I barely recognized you. You look … wow, even better than in the toga," Nick came up out of nowhere and said. He was standing so close to me that the front of his muscular body rubbed against the side of mine.

I turned to face him, and noticed that he also looked different out of the toga. Tonight he was in a light blue dress shirt and dark blue jeans. He was hot, and he knew it. Dylan said men like a challenge, and to make him work for it.

"Oh, hey. How's it going Nate?" I asked, taking a sip of beer. Stealing a play out of Megan's book, I'd intentionally said the wrong name to try and throw the arrogant man off his game.

"It's Nick," he corrected.

"Nick not Nate?" I asked, trying not to smile at his fallen expression.

"Yeah, Nick."

"Oh sorry. It was so loud in here last night I couldn't hear myself think," I told him, then quickly finished off my cup of beer and tossed it.   

He smiled and looked less offended after my made up explanation.

"I hate you left last night. I went to find a condom, and then when I came back you were gone."

Unlikely, but
maybe
he was telling the truth.

"I've got one tonight if you want to head upstairs and pick up where we left off?" he asked, actually pulling out the purple foil package to show me.

After the unbelievable fucking Dylan had just given me, and had been giving me all day, I couldn't find it in me to feel aroused or even happy that Nick was talking to me. In fact, looking at him now, Dylan was so much bigger and sexier than Nick…and I wasn't just referring to his dick.

The only reason I even considered Nick’s offer for a second was because Dylan was at the moment busy trying to hook up with other girls. That freaking hurt, a hell of a lot more than I thought it would. All the great sex was starting to blur the reasons Dylan and I had entered this arrangement in the first place.

Hell, I couldn't deny that it may be possible that I wanted this chance to be with Dylan to try and make him
see
me as more than just Will's little sister, after all my years of crushing on him. Now that I'd been with him though, I was screwed, figuratively and literally, and I wanted him more than ever. It felt so damn good to be with him, better than I ever imagined. 

The attractive man standing in front of me, that unfortunately wasn't doing anything for me tonight, was still waiting for my answer. "Yeah, Nick, that's great ..."

"Hey, Jules, now can we head back to my bed?"

Think of the devil and he shall appear, with an offer I'd probably consider selling my soul for. Dylan was suddenly behind me, his big hands possessively grabbing my hips to pull me back against the front of his body, while leaning down to kiss my neck provocatively. I sagged against him in relief. He hadn't blown me off for the rest of the night to screw blonde sluts after all.

"I still don't know why the hell we left. Well, other than to find fun new places to fuck," Dylan said, loud enough for those around us to hear.

Nick's brown eyes went up, taking in all of Dylan, who was at least half a foot taller than him. He slipped the condom back into his pants pocket looking almost intimidated, before an evil smile stretched across his handsome face and he opened his mouth. "Enjoy it while it lasts, man. Last night she was upstairs having fun with me. In fact, we were just talking about heading up for an encore performance tonight when you interrupted. You don't mind waiting, do you?"