All In: Playing the Fool (Gambling With Love) (3 page)

Since I figured I had at least two minutes left, and said fuck it if I didn't, I pulled my dick out of my already open pants, then hastily rolled on the condom I’d grabbed out of my wallet. 

Ready to go in record time, I grasped the back of Lacy's upper thighs again, lifting her against the corner of the elevator wall before thrusting into her.

"Oh fuck!" I groaned at the tight, warm sensation, at the same time as she cried out. She was so slippery wet I could barely stay inside. I pounded my hips into hers, hearing her gasp or appreciatively moan my name or God's with each hard, deep thrust.

Lacy's arms were wrapped snuggly around my neck, just as tightly as her legs clasped around my waist. Those blazing blue eyes of hers finally came open, looking right into mine.

"You ... are so damn gorgeous," I told her. "And you taste … God, you taste so fucking incredible." I covered her mouth with mine, letting her taste herself as I held her up and kept thrusting into my very own heaven right here on Earth.

Too soon I felt my release catching up with me. Thankfully, she came first, squeezing the shit out of my cock, and trapping me inside of her until I came so hard I saw stars burst in my vision.

Kissing her softly, I took a few minutes to recover from the best orgasm of my life, before I sat her feet back on the floor. Still panting, I helped her pull her panties back up over her shoes and her dress down, then reached over and hit the release button on the elevator. I zipped my cock back up into my pants, condom and all, then pressed one, two, zero, seven, Dylan's birthday, which was the four digit penthouse code required for us to begin our ascent to the top. 

The elevator was awfully quiet, other than our heavy breathing. I looked over at Lacy from my corner, trying to give her some space. She was still slumped against the wall, chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes wide and hazy, face flushed with arousal, looking shocked and awed. The woman was so goddamn sexy it hurt.                          

"What the fuck just happened?" she asked softly. 

"I think I just made you come three times in five minutes," I replied, unable to help my smug smile. "Is that a new record?" 

"Oh yeah," she said in an exhale, running her fingers through her long hair. "I didn't know you had it in you. There's like an unbelievable sex god hiding underneath your unassuming, good guy exterior."

"
Sex god
?" I laughed at the absurd comment. "How much did you have to drink tonight?" I asked, now worried that she was drunk and I was taking advantage of her. That would explain why someone like her would want to come home with me. Either that or the lie that I was rich.
Goddamn it
.

"All I had was that one strawberry daiquiri, that I didn't even finish," she replied.

"Did someone slip something into it?" I asked. She smiled and shook her head.

"No. I never let men buy me drinks or touch them."

Good thing I hadn't used the "
Can I buy you a drink
?" line, or I would've been shot down instead of standing here with her, having just finished up a round of mind-blowing sex.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened on the top floor. "Ladies first," I said. I picked up her long lost purse, handing it to her and then motioned for her to go ahead of me. When she started to walk forward her ankles wobbled in her heels, so I grabbed her around her waist to steady her. I loved knowing that I'd thrown a beautiful woman like Lacy off balance. She leaned against the hallway wall while I unlocked Dylan and Jules's door.                        

"Holy shit, this is nice," she said when we entered the foyer. "What exactly is it that you do with computers to have all this?" she asked, waving her hands around. "And that car."

Fuck
. Lie or tell the truth? I knew a woman like Lacy was a one-night-only deal for me. She'd come to her senses in the morning, regretting fucking a complete stranger to get over some other guy. She’d probably sneak out before the sun came up. What the hell.

"I've designed a few apps and software programs." Both technically true, but I'd let her think I made more than the few thousand from each.

"Huh," she said as she looked around. "Is that a hot tub?"

"Yeah," I replied as I headed for it. I stuck my hand in to test the temperature before knocking the dial up to one hundred four and turning on the bubbles and light show. "You want to get in?" I asked. When I turned around Lacy was already naked, her dress and panties at her feet. "Fuck. Me. You are too damn perfect to be real."

She slipped her heels off then stalked toward me, paralyzing me as I stared at all her incredible curves, those perky tits bouncing, and her small narrow waist before a swell of hips. Her pussy still glistened from where I'd just gotten her off three times.

"I plan to fuck you in there as soon as you're up for it. Have you got a few more condoms?" she asked. I nodded praying I could find some of Dylan's. Her lips brushed over mine and I swore I had to be dreaming. If so I needed to move quickly before I woke up. After palming a handful of one of her breasts, I had to pull my lips away from hers to cover that perky nipple and roll it around in my mouth.

"Mmm that feels so good," Lacy moaned, combing her fingers through my hair. I switched and rubbed her nipple between my finger and thumb while I sucked on the other one. "Everything you do to me feels so damn good," she said softly.   

The woman must have had some seriously shitty past lovers if she liked how I touched her. I've been with my fair share of women, maybe twenty or so, but I sure as hell wasn't an expert. None of my past relationships had lasted longer than a few weeks…well, except for Alexis. The two of us were never serious, she was just a closet freak who I can admit I learned a lot from. For months the girl asked me to fuck her in all sorts of kinky ass ways she'd never tried, but had only read about in books. I never complained or minded indulging in her unusual requests, until she asked me to do some sort of erotic asphyxiation shit. That was a big hell no.

I pulled my mouth and hands away from Lacy before I went too far and couldn't stop. I needed condoms. Lots and lots of motherfucking condoms. Dylan, the rich bastard, better have some. I cringed thinking about why he'd need them. My little sister.
Ugh, God
. I'm not sure if I'll ever get used to the idea of the two of them together.

"Go ahead and climb in and I'll be right back," I told Lacy, finally forcing myself to back away from her. I had to clean myself up in the bathroom and get rid of the condom still on me so I could search for more.          

I'd been sleeping in the guest bedroom every night I'd stayed here, since that was one of the rules. But I couldn't walk Lacy past the master bedroom without her wondering what the fuck was going on. So that's where I headed.

As soon as I walked in my eyes went to straight to the humungous canvas photo hanging over the mile high bed. The one completely in black and white except for the red lips, red heels and colors of the balls on the pool table. The disturbing sight of seeing my sister bent over, looking over her shoulder and showing her ass in some sort of lingerie.

Goddamn it. That had to go. Not just because I wasn't going to be able to have sex with my sister's half-naked picture in the room, but because our resemblance was so close. Trying to explain why I would have
that
picture of my sister in what is supposed to be my bedroom would be too bizarre.

After cleaning up in the master bath, I stood up on the bed to pull the photo down and stowed it in the closet before going through drawers looking for condoms. After a discovery of all sorts of shit I wished I'd never seen, including more pictures that made me want to vomit, I finally found a box. But of course they were XL Magnum condoms. I wasn't small by any means, but if the huge bastards didn't stay on me this was going to be incredibly embarrassing.

Lacy Pierce

Using an elastic hair tie from my purse, I piled my hair up in a messy top knot while I looked around the enormous living room. Who would have thought the cute guy with the sexy double dimple smile and black-rimmed glasses could blow my mind on an elevator? Or have a place like this and a freaking Porsche Spyder? I eased down into the warm bubbling water of the hot tub, still trying to wrap my mind around it all.

I'd been sitting alone at
Sin
, pissed at the world when Will walked up and put a smile on my face. I'd noticed him watching me while he and his friend Joe were sitting at the bar and Erica, Kylie and I danced. My best friends from high school had begged me to come out with them to try and get my mind off of my recent breakup with Zack…that fucking asshole.

I'd met Zack Bradford during my junior year summer internship with the Charlotte Observer. I spent a few weeks at training camp with the sports writer, interviewing each player on the starting line of the Wildcats professional football team.

Zack was the gorgeous and massive, six foot five, first round draft pick from Carolina. He was soon going to be starting quarterback for the team. He'd flirted with me every day of camp, and whenever he saw me on the practice field. I was stunned that
People
magazine's "Sexiest Man Alive" had noticed me and, not only that, had actually talked to me.

I knew he was a player of more than the game of football. I'd heard the rumors so I'd tried not to let his attention go to my head. Then one afternoon I ran into him heading to the locker room after practice. Wearing nothing but black nylon shorts and cleats, I couldn't resist his charm or his sculpted body when he backed me up against the wall in an equipment room and had his rough, but incredible way with me.

After that I bought into all the bullshit he sold, thinking I was the only one he was seeing. I found out in January when I surprised him at a game in Atlanta that he was cheating on me and fucking a girl down there. After that he admitted there had also been women in New York, Baltimore, and a few in Charlotte. The man-whore.

Being a dumbass, star-struck young girl I had forgiven him. We'd been on again and off again while I kept on believing his lies, and continued to think that he'd stopped messing around and only wanted me. Until a few days ago. At graduation I told him I was coming home to Greensboro, not moving into his mansion in Charlotte to travel around as his groupie during football season. He'd been pissed that I'd dare end things with Zack fucking Bradford, last year's Rookie of the Year and the hottest man alive. The tabloids, however, showed he'd already moved on just freaking fine, despite what he said in all his many recent voicemails and texts.

So tonight when I saw Will, I wanted him just because he looked safe and sexy, and he'd used a sweet pickup line that had made me laugh. I thought he was the anti-Zack, but now I wasn't so sure. Other than being much smaller and leaner in stature, Will had thick brown hair instead of blonde, and green eyes instead of full of shit brown ones. Will's glasses and big smile made him so damn adorable. After seeing him blush, I thought he'd be the type of sweet guy that would be too shy to undress me, and after I eventually stripped myself, he'd make slow, nice and easy love to me. Boy had I been wrong.

The smart looking man had blown my mind, going down on me and then fucking me in the elevator of all places. It was better than all the times I'd ever been with Zack, the selfish, arrogant prick who, after the first few dates, thought flashing his buff body was enough to get women off. Mr. Sexiest Man Alive never worked to ensure orgasms happened, and didn't seem to care either way.

Now to find out Will was rich, made me think I was all wrong about him. I didn't want to fall for another man that would require me to compete with hordes of women lining up to fuck him, or one with a busy career that took up most of his time. With his looks and sexual abilities, not to mention his place and Porsche, I was almost certain Will, like Zack, never had an empty bed.

"You look awfully serious. This is supposed to be a place to relax," Will teased with his wide grin when he joined me in the warm water. He'd taken off his glasses, making his light green eyes stand out even more. And wow, underneath his clothes he was hiding a damn fine body.

Even though he was lean, he was muscular and nicely tanned all over, with bulkier biceps than I expected. His shoulders and chest were wide, narrowing to a smooth, flat stomach with a dark treasure line that led right to his long, thick cock. That was as far as I made it in my perusal before he sank down into the water. "So what are you thinking about so hard?" he asked.

"I was just thinking that you owe me two more orgasms," I replied, wanting to get my mind off of Zack again.

"You're a demanding little thing, aren't you," he said, heading towards me through the waist high water with a cocky grin. "It's a good thing I'm up for the challenge."

"Already?" I teased.

"Yes, already. I'm not an eighty-year-old man."

I laughed as he sat down in one of the sunken jacuzzi seats, then pulled me on top of him. I realized right away that he was telling the God's honest truth when I felt his cock harden between my legs, sending the spark of arousal through me again. I started to lower myself down onto him but he stopped me, putting his hand between my legs.

"Not yet. I'm going to fuck you with my fingers before I let you ride my cock, just to take the pressure off. Any orgasms after the fifth are just a bonus right?"

I smiled and threaded my hands through the back of his wavy brown hair, covering his lips with mine while his fingers started teasing me. At the same moment his tongue dipped into my mouth his finger entered my pussy, making me moan as he deepened the kiss and his penetration. The hot water made me even more aroused as it heated the blood pooling between my legs.

I grabbed onto Will's shoulders when his thumb found my clit. My body began to shake and my hips went wild as the release was ripped from me, making me cry out. What exactly I said, I wasn't sure and didn't care.

While I recovered, Will sat me down beside of him so he could stand up and roll on the condom he’d tossed into one of the cup holders. "Here, let me," I told him, when my mouth decided to form coherent words again.

"No, that's okay. I've got it," he said.

"But I want to lick your dick before you cover it," I told him, and he froze. Taking advantage of his surprise, I moved through the water until I was in front of him, and then took the length still in his hand into my mouth. I knew I was probably one of the few women in the world that actually enjoyed sucking cock, but I liked being able to make even the toughest men whimper.

"Damn, Lacy," Will swore as his hips thrust forward. I gripped his ass cheeks with both hands to encourage him. I sucked him down my throat, all the way to the base, then reached around and grabbed his balls before I retreated. "Fuck, fuck,
fuckkkk
!" he groaned above me in response.

A few more trips up and down his velvety smooth cock, and he begged me to stop. He quickly rolled on the condom still in his hand then sat down in the tub, pulling me back on top of him.

"Ride me, and ride me hard," he said, as I sank down on his length, holding his shoulders and taking all of him in one swift move.

"God, Lacy. Stay with me tonight. Otherwise ... I'll swear this was all a fucking dream," he said, when I started moving my hips up and down his hard shaft. I couldn't think or speak after that as the pleasure gathered deep in my belly. My sex began throbbing around him with those wonderful pulsations that felt oh so good, right before my orgasm erupted in wave after wave of pleasure. I collapsed on Will's chest and his arms wrapped tightly around me, holding me comfortingly to him.

"Wow," I said, kissing his chest before winding my arms around his neck. I laid my head down, resting it on his damp shoulder to recover. I was suddenly exhausted. I guess five orgasms in about thirty minutes will do that to a girl.

"This is by far the best night of my life," Will said, pressing a kiss against my ear. I nodded in agreement against him.

We sat there quietly in the water, and my eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of his warm body against mine, his heartbeat thumping against my chest. I wasn't used to just being held. I didn't have any serious relationships before Zack, and he didn't think there was any reason for us to touch each other if we weren't fucking. Asshole. I had to stop thinking about him.

"Lacy? Would you rather go get in bed?" a masculine voice asked, waking me from sleep. 

"Huh?" I asked groggily.

"You’ve been asleep for a while now. I don't mind if we stay right here all night, but I don't want to fall asleep and have you drown."

I lifted my head and looked around, finally remembering where I was and who I was with. We were in Will's hot tub and after I'd fucked him, I'd fallen asleep on him. Wow, that's embarrassing.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Will. Why didn't you wake me up sooner?" I asked.

"Because I didn't want to move. You're going to stay here tonight, right?" he asked softly when I looked up into his lime green eyes.

"Yeah, I'd really like to stay with you."

After my break up with Zack I swore to myself I wouldn't jump right back into a relationship with another guy. But with Will…he seemed like a great guy, worth making an exception for.

"Good, then let's get to bed," he said with a smile. "I'll grab us some towels."

He sat me on the seat beside him, then stood up and climbed out of the warm water. He wrapped a towel around himself before offering one for me. With Will’s help I somehow made it out of the hot tub without slipping and breaking my neck. He wrapped the towel around me and rubbed up and down my arms, trying to warm me from the chill of the air conditioner running.

I looked up into Will’s eyes and noticed just how tired he seemed to be, too. I couldn't wait to curl up in bed with him, and maybe spend some time getting to know each other over the weekend.

After we quickly dried off I followed Will down the hall to his bedroom. Damn, he had a big bed. I wasn't sure how I was even going to get up on the mountainous thing until I saw the wooden steps on the side. Letting my towel go, I climbed up then dove naked into the center of the thick mattress.

"Holy shit. This is the most comfortable bed ever," I told Will when he fell in beside me.

"I know, right," he replied. Moving against my back he pulled the covers over us and wrapped himself comfortingly around me before I passed out.

...

I woke up from what had to be the best sleep, in the most comfortable bed, of my entire life. I immediately became aware of an arm draped heavily around my naked waist and morning wood against my ass. I waited for the regret or shame to hit. But nope, it didn't come. I really liked Will, even though we'd just met and I didn't know much about him. He was sexy and sweet, and being with him was amazing.

"Mmm. You are real, it wasn’t a dream," Will said sweetly from behind me, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck and tightening his grip on my waist. His lips moved down, kissing along my spine all the way under the covers, until he came to my tailbone. He pushed me onto my back an instant before his tongue thrust between my legs.

"
Oh
!" I cried out when my hips shot up off the mattress. Will held them down to keep licking me frantically until my head spun. "Oh God yes, Will! Don't stop!" I exclaimed, when his very talented tongue found that magical spot. "Yes!
Yes
!" I screamed my release, barely conscious and not caring how loud I was as the sweet, wonderful waves of ecstasy rolled through me.

I floated back down from my high and laid completely still, unable to move a muscle. My legs felt like jelly and my arms laid limply above my head. My eyes were still closed when I heard the tearing of a condom wrapper and felt Will's weight on top me. His knee spread my legs wider to make room for him between them. His lips found mine right as his hard cock entered me, causing my body to automatically respond. My tongue stroked his and my hips rose, working to meet his thrusts until I was writhing in bliss underneath him again.

"Thank you for staying, and for an incredible night," Will said against my neck, after his body collapsed down on top of mine. "I had to have you one last time."

That sounded a helluva lot like he was saying goodbye. Not just a, "
See ya later
," but an "
It was nice knowing you
" one.

"So this…this was just a one-night stand? Is that what you're saying, while your dick is still in me?" I asked, beginning to get angry. We were supposed to be more than that. He was supposed to be a good guy, damn it!

"Well, what else would it be?" he had the nerve to ask. It almost sounded like he genuinely didn't have a clue. Maybe one night hookups were all that he knew.    

I pushed against his chest to get him off of me. I needed to get dressed and get the hell out of here before tears fell. I wasn't expecting a marriage proposal after one night, but damn, I thought he might want to see me again. Nope, he'd just wanted to fuck me.         

"You really fooled me. I thought you were actually different," I said, too ashamed to look at him as I tried to figure out how to get off the high two story bed. "Why is your bed so fucking high?"