All In: Playing the Fool (Gambling With Love) (2 page)

I figure most men probably prefer huge tits pressed together to form ass crack cleavage. Me on the other hand, I've always had a thing for the few inches of flat expanse between the tits of lean women, showing just a teasing hint of the smooth swells on each side.

"Do I need to remind you where my eyes are?" she asked.

When I looked back up at her face she was smirking.

"Nope, I think I just found them again," I told her with a smile, looking into her beautiful navy blue eyes. They were almost the exact same color as her dress. She laughed, showing she was unoffended and walked around me towards our table, which was awesome since it gave me a chance to check out her incredible ass. My hands trembled with the urge to reach out and touch her sexy perfection anywhere. Everywhere.

Joe glanced up as she approached our table, and seemed to finally find his composure again when he flashed her a smile. I'd kill that SOB if he hit on her.
Her
. Damn, I didn't even know her name.

I jogged to catch up to her and made the introductions. "I'm Will by the way. This is Joe, and I didn't catch your name."

"Lacy," she said sliding into the black crescent shaped leather booth beside Joe. I slid in next, sandwiching her between us. "Let me guess, you're an attorney?" she asked Joe. He glanced over at me, looking just as surprised as I was at her quick and accurate assessment.

"Yeah, I am. How'd you know?" he asked with a big grin.

Lacy narrowed her eyes as she leaned back to look him over. "You have that sleazy, up to no good look about you," she finally responded. Laughter burst from me at the same time Joe's mouth fell open.

"You're oh for two tonight with beautiful women, Joe."

"Well damn," he replied, rubbing his jaw like she'd just sucker punched him. "I don't know about the sleazy part, but I am usually up to no good," he joked. "What about him, what do you think he does for a living?" Joe asked, nodding to me and throwing back his beer to hide his smile. The asshole knew he was putting me in a tough spot, either telling her the truth or playing up the rich lie.

Lacy turned her delicious body towards mine, running her index finger over her lips while she carefully examined me. My eyes couldn't help but follow the motion of that finger, becoming hypnotized as I imagined those pink pouty lips somewhere else.

"Something with computers?" she finally asked. 

"I'll be damned! The woman's good," Joe exclaimed, echoing my thoughts. It was also concerning. It meant she'd probably see right through my bullshit.

"Am I right?" she asked with a smile, tossing her long hair as she looked back and forth between us, waiting for our response.

"The man's a computer genius," Joe exaggerated, and I rolled my eyes.

"No, I'm not."

"Yeah, I could see that," Lacy said with her eyes still appraising me. "The cute glasses make you look smart, but it's what's behind them that proves the theory."

"You are an exceptionally observant, and even more beautiful woman, Lacy," Joe leaned in and told her, making me want to kick him. "And you should definitely ask Will to show you his Porsche."

Ah, fuck
. I glared at Joe until Lacy turned her attention back to me. Was the bastard trying to screw me over?

"You drive a Porsche?" she asked.

"Uh-huh," I muttered. It was technically true. I was driving a Porsche tonight, I just didn't own it. 

"Joe, don't you have a ball busting prosecutor to go after?” I asked, trying to get rid of him. “That cute little redhead is probably dancing with some asshole by now. Her tongue down his throat, his hand on her ass. I'd hate for you to-"

"Later," he said, jumping up out of the booth, and then thankfully he was gone.   

"So, what about you? What do you do?" I asked Lacy, brushing my thigh against hers. I was surprised by the fact that she didn't slide over to the empty space Joe had just vacated to put distance between us.

"I just graduated from Kinston with a degree in journalism. My dad wanted me to move back here and try to find a job locally, but I'm hoping to snag a job in a bigger city, eventually on a national network." 

"Wow. I could definitely see you as a reporter, calling out politicians on their bullshit."

She laughed and swept her long strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder. "That's exactly what I want to do, eventually. But do you want to hear what I'd like to do right now?" she asked, shifting towards me. She propped one of her elbow's on the top of the booth, resting her knuckles against her chin. God, she was so damn beautiful.

"I'd love to hear what you want to do," I told her, leaning closer until I inhaled her sweet scent again.

"How about I just show you instead?" she asked with a smile. Her perfect, soft lips brushed mine lightly, then she eased back to judge my reaction. I licked my lips, and if I hadn't tasted cherries I'd swear I had only imagined the brief touch.

"So that's it?" I asked, parroting her question from earlier, trying not to let my surprise show on my face or in my voice. "I have to admit, I'm a little disappointed."

She scoffed in offense and leaned forward again, her tongue flicking over my lips this time. I reached out and cupped her jaw, not letting her even think about retreating.

My tongue mimicked hers, and then it was like a switch was flipped. Our mouths opened and we hungrily kissed each other with a frantic desperation. I wrapped my arm around her back, pulling her to me, and her hands clung to my neck as she moaned. Every stroke of her tongue against mine felt like a caress down my hard cock.

Lacy squirmed in her seat before plastering as much of herself as she could against me. I was pretty sure that if she wasn't wearing a short-ass dress she'd be straddling my lap. I couldn't believe her sudden and intense reaction…to me, of all damn people. Did it have something to do with Joe mentioning the expensive car?
Goddamn it
. Dylan was right. It did suck to not know whether a woman actually likes you or the idea of your money. Either way, I wouldn't be the one to slow things down tonight.

Feeling braver I ran my hand down her spine. I couldn't resist rubbing her tempting ass that was raised slightly as she leaned into me. She gasped into my mouth, and went still so I moved my palm up her back.

"Don’t stop," she whispered against my lips. I didn't have to be told twice.

My hand went back down to where it had been, grabbing and squeezing her amazing ass, before heading lower to the hem of the short dress. While our mouths continued devouring each other’s, I teased my fingertips along the seam, feeling the soft skin on the back of her thigh. Her tongue in my mouth became more urgent and forceful, urging me on and letting me know she liked how I was touching her.

Gliding up her raised thigh, I reached far enough to know she was either wearing a thong or no panties at all. But I didn't pause for long. I was so fucking aroused I didn't care that we were in public, or give a shit who might see. Moving along the inside of her thigh, I went all the way up to the thin piece of fabric covering her pussy. I groaned from the heat and wetness coming from her. Lacy moaned and rocked against my fingers as they lightly grazed along the damp material.

"Is this what you want?" I asked against her lips, before I penetrated her.

"No, Will," she said softly, making me pause. I started maneuvering my hand out from under her dress. "I want you to take me back to your place and help me beat my old record of four orgasms in one night. I want you to make me scream your name so many times that I forget his."

I stared at the face of the perfect woman in my arms, positive I'd just imagined hearing her say she wanted me to fuck her all night long. Her stunning dark blue eyes were hazed over with lust and her cheeks were flushed from arousal. Her red cherry lips were parted as she panted, trying to catch her breath.

"Did you just…you want to..." I stuttered. 

"Come on, Will," she said. Sliding around the booth she stood up and grabbed my hand to pull me to my feet. "Are you up for this challenge or not?" she asked.

I nodded since words failed me. I was also scared that if I opened my mouth I'd say the wrong thing and scare her away, ending this incredible fantasy.

On the way to the exit with her hand in mine, we passed Joe who was once again sitting at the bar.

"You're on your own. You can get a taxi, right? Great! See ya," I told him, not letting my feet come to a complete stop. His jaw came unhinged, then he laughed and shook his head.

The fresh air outside did nothing to calm my dick or my head. It took me a few seconds of looking for my truck to remember I drove Dylan's Porsche.

Here we go
. I started towards the sports car where several people stood gawking. Unlocking the doors with the key fob made them all jump back a foot on the sidewalk.

"Ah, this is me," I told Lacy, pulling on her hand to bring her to a sudden halt.

"You're kidding," she said, her eyes studying the amazing car. "You said you had a Porsche, but you actually drive a freaking
Spyder
?"             

Damn, as if the woman wasn't already hot as fuck, she also knew her cars.

Lacy looked at me a second longer, her brow furrowed like she was having a difficult time trying to figure out how someone like me could own such a vehicle. That's because I couldn’t.

"Come on," I said, running my knuckles along the hourglass curve of her side. "Those orgasms aren't going to make themselves." That got her to smile, and she finally sat down in the passenger seat so I could close the door.

Since Dylan and Jules's apartment was in the heart of downtown, we were pulling up in their parking garage in no time, neither of us speaking a word on the short drive.  

"Are you sure about this?" I asked Lacy when I helped her out of the car. I was afraid her silence meant she'd changed her mind.

She stood up and pressed her lips against mine, sending a jolt of lightning through my body again.
Holy hell
. While her seductive tongue sought mine, her hands took my breath away when they both went to work untucking my white polo shirt from my khakis, making contact with my bare stomach. Oh, but her wonderful, soft hands didn't stop there. She lowered the zipper on my pants to slide one small hand down inside to the front of my boxer briefs, grasping my cock through the cotton. I thought I was going to come right there.

Lacy's lips left mine and I had to force my eyes to open when her hand continued stroking my hard, thickening length.

"Starting right now, I'll give you five minutes to make me come the first time using your mouth, fingers or cock," she said, glancing down to where her hand was still jerking me off. "And if you can't…well then maybe you're not the man for this challenge after all."

My body was ready to accept the terms, which was awesome since my brain had short circuited. I hauled Lacy up and to the elevator. As soon as the doors closed I hit the emergency stop button before backing her into the corner. I didn't even kiss her lips again. There was no time for that shit, since my cock was ticking. I mean the clock was ticking! 

I dropped to my knees, pushing the bottom of her dress up to her hips to reveal her so-damn-small, blue lace thong. That had to fucking go. I jerked them down, and before they hit the elevator floor my mouth was on her pussy. I quickly licked right along her thin reddish-gold landing strip to her slit and heard her sharp gasp above me.

My hands on the back of her thighs spread them wide. I jerked her panties off when I lifted her heel and threw one of her lean legs over my shoulder, then the other. Now she was sitting on my face, her upper body braced in the corner of the elevator. I looked up and watched as her hands frantically reached out trying to grab onto the rails on either side of her. Her little matching handbag landed beside me with a thud on the elevator floor.

"Oh
God
," she moaned as my tongue started exploring every inch of her sweet, dripping wet pussy. My hands gripped her ass cheeks tightly while I feasted on her.

When I went to work on her clit she cried out and her hips started thrusting urgently toward my mouth, as much as they could in my hold. She let go of the railing with one of her hands and threaded her fingers through my hair down to my scalp, forcefully holding my mouth in place against her pussy. Feeling her tug I moaned against her sensitive flesh as I savored her, becoming just as aroused as she was, and unable to get enough of her. She tasted so damn amazing, and the whole scene was fucking erotic as hell. I couldn’t wait to replay it later and enjoy it slowly.

A few more circular flicks of my tongue on Lacy's clit had her coming at the top of her lungs all over my face, already screaming my name even though we'd just met. But I wasn't done.

I lapped up her arousal and licked down to her tight opening, fucking her with deep thrusts of my tongue. I alternated between penetrating her there and teasing her clit with just the swirling tip until she came again, her entire body convulsing even quicker than the first time.

Unable to wait any longer to get inside her, I lowered her feet back to the ground. I was so drenched by her wetness that I had to use the bottom of my untucked shirt to wipe my mouth when I stood up.