All In: Playing the Fool (Gambling With Love) (9 page)

With my thighs still pressed together I was unbelievably tight. He thrust in and out, rubbing against my clit and taking me higher with each shove. He used his tight grip on the top of the dryer's control panel to help him drive his hips into me harder while our mouths stayed locked. Our tongues worked against each other until we could only pant from the intensity of the building pleasure.

I grabbed onto Will's lower back to press him deeper into my body, as the spasms began rocking through me in wonderful waves. When I cried out, Will's palm came down over my mouth to muffle the sound. He surged then stilled inside me, filling me with the hot pulses of his release.

"Damn, Lacy. I think I may have to start gagging you when we fuck," Will teased with a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

"Gag me, tie me up and spank me if you want. As long as it's that good, I don’t care what you do to me," I said with my own satisfied smile.                                         

"Really?" he laughed. "I'd love to do all that shit to you, but we can't take the chance. For all I know I'll be fired tomorrow morning."

That put a damper on my orgasm high.

"He can't fire you. That's got to be against some sort of employment law."

"Right," he said, getting down from the dryer to redress. "He can, and I have no doubt he will. And I won't be responsible for screwing over Jess and Joe like that."

"God, I know. It just…sucks."

We finished the rest of the laundry and then sadly had to agree to go our separate ways. It would've been nice to see what might have been with Will. I liked being with him, and the sex was unbelievable. For the first time in my privileged, spoiled life, I couldn't have something I wanted, all because of my ridiculous father.

Kylie's new man was over when I got back to her apartment. I had to listen to them for a few hours before I drifted off to sleep on her uncomfortable couch. I couldn't wait to find a real job, get my own apartment, and make my own damn choices in life.

…

Back at work Monday I felt guilty seeing Jess and Joe, especially after I'd been with Will on Friday night. He was right, we can't see each other and risk the consequences. For their sake at least, if not for his own job. It was time to move on, and forget about the man who had the magical touch when it came to my body.

I was young and newly single, ready to date and just have fun for the first time in my life. When things weren't serious I didn't have to worry about a guy I'm seeing screwing someone else behind my back, or lying to me about it. But even with this freedom, I didn't want to just go around having a bunch of meaningless one-night stands with different guys. I wanted to be with someone I really liked and could trust, without things getting serious. And with the added benefits of incredible sex of course. Will met all of that criteria and then some.
Get over him, Lacy
! I shouted at myself. Easier said than done.

"Here are the files for your afternoon appointments," I told Joe when I knocked on his door Monday afternoon.

"Great, thanks, Lacy," he said, pausing to look up from the stack of papers he was going through. "How are you doing?" he asked. "You know, with the whole forbidden love situation?"     

"Ugh. My dad's an ass. I know he threatened your, Jess and Will's job if I keep seeing him," I told him.

"Yeah, Will said his boss had warned him too," Joe replied.

"Don't worry, you're not going to get fired. We're definitely not going to be seeing each other anymore."

"Thanks, it's good to know I won't be facing unemployment," he laughed. "And I'm sorry your dad's such an ass."

"He wants me to hurry up and settle down with a man of his choosing, like a good little girl. He's going to be disappointed, because that's not what I want any time soon. I still can't believe he said I ‘embarrassed him like never before’ with last week's shenanigans."

"What?" Joe exclaimed. "That's ridiculous. You had sex in public, no big deal. Who hasn't?"

My face warmed. It had been the first time I'd ever done anything like that in public, other than in a storage room at the empty football stadium. Really, Zack was the longest relationship I had ever had, and the majority of our time together was long distance. I needed to live a little before I could even think about settling down.

"So you've had sex in public before too?" I asked Joe curiously, taking a seat in one of the chairs across from his desk.

He flashed me a wicked grin. "Hell yes. I lost my virginity inside a car in the movie theater parking lot. Pretty much the same way things went down with you and Will."

"Only you didn't get caught or cited with a misdemeanor for it."

"Yeah, but it's hard to get caught when it's done and over with in just two minutes," he replied, making me laugh.

"Damn, so it's Will's fault we got caught because he fucked me for too long? You should be sure and tell him that."

"No, it sounds like you got caught because you scream when you come," he said. Suddenly it felt like a switch was flipped on our conversation, flicking it from innocent to naughty.

"Yeah well, based on my prior experience, I didn't know that fact until very recently."

"So the mighty Zack Bradford couldn't make you scream his oh-so-famous name?" Joe asked, his blue eyes darkening with arousal.  

I shook my head. "He was all about the no huddle, high speed offense. Wham and bam, without so much as a thank you ma'am."

"That's a damn shame," Joe said, leaning back in his chair. "The man's a fool if he didn't take the time to worship every single inch of your gorgeous body."

That comment made me blush even harder, but not from embarrassment.

"He cheated on me, a lot. And when we were together, well, he didn’t even…ah, try to make it good for me.”

“No foreplay?”

I shook my head. “He never went down on me."

"Never?" Joe asked, his jaw dropping.

I shook my head.

"How long were you two together?"

"Almost a year."

"It should be a crime for him not to lick your pussy for a goddamn year. You've got some serious catching up to do," he said. I had to cross my legs when I felt the pulsing between them. Just thinking about oral sex was enough to make me clench. "Please tell me that Will fucked you at least once with his tongue?"

"Oh yeah," I responded with a smile. "The night we met he pushed my dress up, and pulled my panties down to tongue fuck me on the elevator," I told him. For some reason I couldn't seem to stop the words from flowing out of my naughty mouth. I needed this discussion, this tension, this flirtation….they were all so
forbidden
.

"You know damn well you can't tell me that and then just leave me hanging. Keep going," Joe said, reaching down to his lap. "And I want explicit fucking details." Glad to know I wasn’t the only one getting worked up by our conversation.

"In the corner of the elevator he went down to his knees in front of me, then threw my legs over his shoulders so I was sitting on his face, holding on to the rails. He made me come twice that way, and I was so wet he had to wipe his mouth on his shirt. When he stood up he wrapped my legs around his waist, fucking me in the same spot."

"Ah, fuck."

"There's actually a video …"

"You're kidding," he said, almost panting.

"Nope," I replied. "You … you wouldn't want to see it, would you?"

"God yes."

Thinking about Joe watching the video of us and getting aroused by it was making me even hotter.

"Maybe I'll bring it in tomorrow and ... watch you while you watch it?" I asked.

"Oh you can watch me while I think about it right now, if you want." And that's exactly what I wanted. This no strings attached flirting was getting me hot, and I couldn’t help but feel…empowered. I was lashing out at my father’s cage, and it felt wonderful. I really liked Will, but if he was completely off limits…     

"Do you want me to tell you about the rest of that night?" I asked, as my breathing grew shallow and my pulse raced.

"Hell yes. My cock's so hard you better help me get off or I'm going to be in serious pain."

I heard his zipper slide down in the silence following that statement, and knew when he fisted himself based on the expression of relief on his face.

"We got into the hot tub, naked of course. We made out and he fucked me with his fingers while I straddled him in the scorching hot water. After I came that way, I sank down on his length. He asked me to ride him hard and fast, so I did, until I came, shaking and screaming for the fifth time in about fifteen minutes."

"Oh, shit."

"We went to sleep and then I woke up to his morning wood pressing against my ass. He went down under the covers and ate me out before he climbed on top of me and fucked me until I came again."

"Did you suck his cock?" he asked, leaning back as his hand moved faster under the desk. "Tell me you did, even if it's a lie."                                                       

"Oh yeah, I actually did. I can't believe I left that part out. When Will stood up in the hot tub to put on the condom I put him in my mouth instead. I really like giving blow jobs. The more…demanding a guy is when I'm on my knees, the hotter it gets me. Will thrust down my throat a few times while I sucked him so hard, gripping his ass with both hands. I kept going until he begged me to stop before he came. He was so close I could taste his salty ..." and that did it for Joe.

"Oh …
fuck
!" he closed his eyes and groaned. When the shudders of his body's release finally stopped he flopped back in his chair, giving me a cocky, satisfied grin. "Damn that was good."

I liked knowing I'd helped him get off, the only problem was now I was aching.

"Your turn," he said, making me laugh and shake my head. "Oh, come on, Lacy. Slide your hand down your skirt and touch yourself. You know you-"

"Mr. Montgomery? Your three o'clock appointment is here," the phone intercom blared.

"Thanks, Mary, I'm on my way," Joe told the receptionist, sounding anything but thankful for the interruption.

"Tomorrow," Joe promised me with a wink.

I watched as he stood up and cleaned himself off with a tissue before zipping his pants, and tucking his dress shirt back in. I didn't see much, but I knew he'd stood up so I could look at him and think about seeing more. It worked, and I couldn't stop thinking about the good looking bastard.

The next morning Joe was in the office before nine a.m., early for him, and I had an idea why. Sure enough, as soon as his status light on the phone system switched to "in office" he was buzzing me.

"Yes?" I picked up the receiver and asked sweetly.

"Did you bring it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then get your fine ass in here, woman," he laughed before hanging up.

I smiled as I grabbed the flash drive from my purse and started for his office. Today I'd intentionally worn my blue, crisscrossing wrap dress that was rather short. When I sat down I knew the top layer separated from the bottom, revealing a lot of thigh. Why had I decided to wear something so revealing for my temporary boss? Who knows? It was just nice to flirt with Joe, and the idea that he might want me gave me sort of a high, especially now that things had ended with Will. Joe cheered me up and made me feel good.

I knocked on his door before entering, then pulled it shut behind me.

"Lock it," Joe said. Just those two words, and the promise I knew they held, were all it took to make my panties wet.     

Once I made sure the door was locked I walked over to the front of his desk and stretched across it, handing him the flash drive. He didn't even try to hide his very obvious, and very slow, examination of my cleavage or the rest of my body.

"Why don't you come around here so you can…see the screen better," Joe said, patting the edge of the desk next to him.

I went around and hopped up, sitting so close to him that my knees almost touched the side of his body when I crossed my legs.

"Nice dress," Joe said, his eyes lingering at the raised hem on my upper thigh.

"Thanks," I replied with a smile.

He plugged the flash drive into the computer in front of him, and while it loaded his hand went to the zipper on his pants. Sitting on his desk I had a great view of him pulling out his semi-hard cock and stroking it a couple of times.

"The passcode is one, two, zero, seven, and there's also, ah, audio," I told him. He smiled as he typed in the numbers, then reached for the speaker knob. He barely turned it up. Only we could hear it sitting so close; I was sure our coworkers outside wouldn't.

The video started right away with Will pressing the stop on the elevator panel and then dropping to his knees.

Joe groaned after my first cry of surprise and pleasure on the screen. My head was thrown back, lips parted as I moaned and gasped with the feeling of Will’s tongue suddenly licking my sensitive flesh.

It was embarrassing to watch myself grab a fist full of Will's hair and hold his mouth to my sex while I was coming. It was
very
un-lady like.

Joe seemed to like it though, judging by how long and hard his cock had grown, and the moisture beading at the tip. His hand moved faster as I got off the second time right away on the video.

Will was a real Houdini. He had his condom on and was picking me up to thrust into me in the blink of an eye. He gave me a sweet compliment and then told me how good I tasted before his mouth was on mine, and I tasted my own arousal. After that, his hips pounded into me. It didn't take long before I held onto his neck tightly and cried out with my third release. Then it was over and we withdrew to our corners to recover. Mostly I just looked fuck drunk.                                                                                        

"I'm going to replay it. You're going to spread your legs and touch yourself," Joe said, his breathing rapid, eyes dark blue, and heavy-lidded with lust. His arousal had mine ratcheting up. I wanted to get myself off for him.

"Okay," I said, uncrossing my legs as he watched. I separated the two sides of my wrap dress until they were around my waist and exposing my panties. Today I’d decided on gray bikinis instead of a thong, for comforts sake.

"I'm waiting," Joe said when I hesitated.

I ran my hand down my stomach until I was cupping myself.

"Inside your panties," he ordered, his gaze intensely focused between my legs. I did as he said, sliding my hand down the front of the cotton material until I was touching my super sensitive flesh. I sucked in a breath at the jolt of pleasure when I made direct contact.

Joe stood up, suddenly towering in front of me. His hands went to my shoulders, guiding me backwards.

"Lay down, and don't you dare move your hand," he said as my head and back hit the desk, leaving my legs still hanging over the edge.

All of my breath whooshed out of my lungs seeing him standing between my parted legs, and my heart stopped when he grabbed both of my hips bones with his big, warm hands. His thumbs pressed down and eased underneath the waistband of my panties, before he grabbed the sides and yanked them down.

"What are you doing?" I sat up on my elbows and asked in shock, but I was definitely not going to protest. I wanted him, and I was so damn horny I was dying to get some relief.

"Do you want me to stop?" Joe asked with a cocky smile and a raised dark eyebrow, pausing with my panties around my upper thighs. "Because you know I will as soon as you say the word."

"No," I said automatically. "Don't stop."

Grabbing my right hand (that had moved away), he pressed it back against my now bare pussy. He continued to apply pressure on top of my hand, forcing me to touch myself.

"Relax, Lacy. I'm just going to watch, I'm not going to fuck you."

I wasn't sure if I was relieved or offended.
Why the hell not?
I wanted to ask, but the reasons were pretty obvious.

Slowly, so damn slowly, Joe shimmied my panties down my thighs one-handedly, past my knees, to my ankles, before he slipped them all the way off over my heels. His other hand was still pressing on top of mine between my legs, applying delicious pressure that I had no choice but to rock against.

Leaning over me, he pressed his hand down even harder on mine.

"Oh God," I moaned softly as my body began to tense.

"Don't you dare stop touching yourself until you come," Joe said. No sooner than the words left his mouth, pleasure burst from deep inside me, sending me flying. His hand on mine continued guiding the movements, prolonging the wonderful sensation for as long as possible.

"That's cheating," he said. "I'm going to move my hand and sit and watch until you get yourself off again."

A sound embarrassingly close to a whimper left my lips when he pulled his hand away along with my own. His eyes stayed on mine when he brought my fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. His eyes closed and he made an "mmm" sound when he pulled away.

"Will's right, you do taste amazing."

I was still reeling over his gesture and comment when he put my hand back between my legs and sat down in his chair. Now I was laid back and completely bare, right in front of his face. But he wasn't done positioning me yet. His hands locked around the straps of my sandals on both ankles.  

"Scoot back," he said, and after I lifted my hips and complied he sat both of my heels down flat on top of the desk, spreading me even wider in front of him. It felt like I was getting my yearly physical, only I'd never been this turned on at the gynecologist's office.

My knees met as I automatically tried to hide myself from view, but Joe was having none of that. He grabbed both knee caps and pushed them open wide.

"Keep your legs open and get to work," he said with a smile. I tentatively began touching myself with my fingertips, and finally satisfied, he started the movie over. I couldn't really see him or the movie lying flat on my back, but I could hear it.

"Push your fingers inside your pussy," he ordered. I did, gasping and moaning at the feeling of my wet arousal. I rubbed some of the moisture over my swollen clit.

"You're soaking wet, aren't you?"

"Oh yeah," I told him, my eyes closing as I touched myself.

"Push them inside, deeper."

"Oh," I moaned and my back arched on its own volition when I followed Joe's directive. I was so turned on by what he was telling me to do while he watched, but I was also frustrated that he was so close to me and wouldn't touch me. I wanted it to be his fingers, or the hard cock in his hands, instead of just my own hand. Or even better, his mouth.

"Are you imagining your fingers are his tongue licking you?" he asked.  

"No," I exhaled the word as the pressure gathered inside me again. The heel of my hand was putting the perfect pressure on my clit, while my fingers penetrated my opening. "Not his…but yours," I told him.

"Goddamn it, Lacy. You're fucking killing my already thin self-control," he groaned. "And just so you know, if it was my tongue between your legs you wouldn't be capable of speaking a single word in the English language."

My moans on his desk echoed the ones on the movie.

"And if my mouth was on your pussy, do you know where yours would be?" he asked. "Wrapped around my cock. I bet you'd suck me so damn good too, wouldn't you?"

"
Yes
," I answered in the affirmative and in ecstasy, as another orgasm had pleasurable convulsions rocking my body.

Coming back down, I heard Joe groaning. I sat up to watch as he got closer to his release. My mouth fell open when I noticed he was actually coming in my stolen panties.

Joe threw his head back and growled when he finished. "Fuck, woman. That was better than most of the sex I've had in my life."

"I needed that," I said with a smile, feeling the happy, relaxed endorphins take over my body.

"Me too," he agreed with his own satisfied grin.

"Well, boss, I guess I better get back to work. That is, unless you need anything else from me," I joked.

Joe leaned forward, grabbing my hand and sticking the fingers that had just been in my pussy into his mouth, sucking them again. I couldn't hold in my gasp when I felt his tongue lick all around and between them, clearly an imitation of putting his mouth somewhere else on my body. His eyes closed again, and he moaned in pleasure before he pulled them out.

"New office dress code just went into effect. No panties allowed."

"Oh really? I must have missed that memo," I laughed.

"That's why I helped you lose yours. I'd hate for you to get written up by HR for non-compliance."

"Thanks for looking out for me," I laughed as I stood up and fixed my dress. This was what I loved about Joe. After what we'd just done there was no awkwardness between us, just the urge to do it again, and soon.

"Just to warn you, I'll be conducting panty searches every day from now on," he said with a big smile and a wink, standing up to fix his pants and shirt.

"Looking forward to it,
sir
," I said seductively as I put an extra sway in my hips and headed for the door.

I went to the bathroom and cleaned up, then headed back to my office. Joe was standing just inside the door, waiting for me. Looking at him, you'd never know he'd just gotten himself off.

"Thought you might want this back. Otherwise I won't be able to get any work done," he said, holding up the flash drive of the video.

"Thanks."

"And thank you for sharing," he laughed before he wandered off, leaving me wanting more.

On Wednesday, Joe asked me to flash him my bare breasts, which I did. On Thursday, we had phone sex in our own respective offices, and Friday we spent half a day in the large conference room in firm required meetings. We were forced to watch videos on conflict resolution, racism in the work place, and sexual harassment of all things. Sitting across from Joe in the chairs at the back of the darkened room, I slipped my heel off and rubbed his cock with my foot until he came in his pants. He had to go home during the lunch break to change, but he didn't really seem to mind the inconvenience.