Jasmine Plays Her Hand (Fantasy Guild No. 1) (5 page)

She recognized the sound of implacable
authority when she heard it. Ah, well, he was concerned, and that
was a good thing, wasn’t it?

She’d no sooner turned the knob than Geoff
pushed his way into the room. He closed the door behind him and
gave her a long, thorough look-over, spending the most time on her
face.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine, really.”

“We don’t have to keep going. If you’ve
changed your mind or you’ve had enough, I’ll send everyone home
right now.”

“No, no. I can’t stop.”

“You can always stop.”

She shook her head. “You don’t
understand.”

“Then help me. You ran away so suddenly
after, after we came. Something must have been wrong.”

“No, everything was right. Too right.” It was
difficult for Jasmine to express how she felt. She doubted he’d
understand, anyway. “I was just overwhelmed for a second. It’s like
... it’s like I want this too much. I keep thinking how I want
more. I may want it too much.”

He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly. “Thank
God. I’d have let you go, but I think it might have killed me.”

She smiled. “It can’t be that bad.”

“You don’t know how much I want you.”

“You kind of already had me.”

“I haven’t had you nearly enough.” His
eyelids lowered and his sex appeal rocketed off the charts. He took
her hand and pressed it against his groin. “I’m already hard for
you again.”

She licked her lips, was suddenly reminded of
her nudity. “I’m flattered. You ... and them, out there, you make
me feel like ...”

“Like you’re the sexiest woman alive. That’s
because you are.”

Her heart pounded hard again and that need,
the drive to push the limits urged her to head back into the
fray.

Geoff seemed to sense her readiness. He held
out an arm to her. “Shall we?”

She nodded.

He led her out of the bathroom and back into
the living area where the four other men waited in various poses of
impatience around the poker table. They perked up as soon as they
saw her, though they appeared cautious at the same time.

Geoff said, “Jasmine is well, and ready to
resume the evening.”

With those words, the men lost their reserve
and allowed full-blown desire to settle back over their demeanors.
She was naked, and quite the tantalizing sight if the heat in their
expressions was anything to judge by. Jasmine doubted she could
ever weary of watching them watch her.

“I have an idea for a change-up in the game,
if Jasmine agrees,” Geoff said, “I think we’re wanting a little
more time with our lovely lady, so I suggest that the winner gets
to spend two hands with her before returning to the game. That, of
course, means Jasmine will be entertaining two of us at a time.
Will two of us at a time be acceptable to you?” He looked at
Jasmine.

Her stomach turned over, an arousing thud. “I
think I could manage that.”

“Excellent!” Geoff smiled around at the men.
“So, who won the last hand? That’s right, Sean. I, of course, have
my second turn coming. The next winner will replace me.
Understand?”

The men nodded, their looks full of lusty
speculation.

Geoff and Sean moved an easy chair and a love
seat near the poker table and arranged them neatly.

Sean waved his arm at the furniture. “Your
court, milady,” he said with pretend grandeur.

She barely had time to answer before Sean
yanked down his pants and plopped onto the chair.

He gestured at his stiff cock, standing out
proudly. “I could use some of the service you gave Geoff earlier,
if you don’t mind.”

She started to kneel in front of him, but
Geoff stopped her. He had her spread her legs then bent her over at
the waist, sending her head down into Sean’s lap, but keeping her
ass high in the air. Her breasts hung heavy from her chest.

She licked over the smooth head of Sean’s
cock at the same time as Geoff began rubbing her buttocks. One of
his hands dipped between her legs and found her damp slit. He slid
his fingers up and down, and then slipped two of them inside her
pussy.

And just like that, they were off again. It
was crazy to her how ready she was, how willing. How one touch sent
her into overdrive.

Yes, she thought. Yes. And she accepted
Sean’s cock into her mouth, nearly purred when he smoothed her hair
away from her face, then groaned and muttered, “Hell yes.”

Geoff ramped up the pleasure from behind. He
twisted his fingers inside her in wicked ways, seeking out and
finding pleasure zones inside her that she didn’t know she had.
Flicks and twists. Twists and flicks. And all the while his other
hand roamed over her ass and up her back, around the side of her
body and over her breast. He squeezed her, tested the weight of her
breasts.

His picked up speed, fucking her a little
faster. “Tight, so tight,” he said, his voice a grunt. Then he
pinched her nipple and his hand roamed away, toward her stomach,
back to her clit.

When Geoff touched her sensitive bud, she
exhaled around Sean’s twitching cock. She made a needy sound deep
in her throat, hoping to spur Geoff on.

He needed no hint. He drove his fingers
inside her faster and Sean soon began to try to match the pace,
bucking his hips upward and pushing his cock to the back of
Jasmine’s mouth. She coughed and sputtered a few times, trying her
best to keep up.

Geoff’s finger was gentle on her clit,
torturing her with the delicacy of his touch. She wanted to beg for
his dick in her pussy, but she didn’t do it. She was impatient,
yes, but also willing to wait, to see what they wanted to do with
her next.

She sucked and pressed her tongue against
Sean’s cock. He breathed hard now, a hitching sound, and she
suspected it wouldn’t be much longer before he came. If Geoff kept
up what he was doing between her legs much longer, she, too, would
soon be coming.

Her bent position sent blood to her head and
made her feel slightly dizzy. But she wouldn’t have moved for
anything. She wouldn’t have wanted to stop what Geoff was
doing.

Then he stopped what he was doing.

Damn!

She pulled away from Sean’s cock and twisted
around to see what had happened. Damn! Geoff was walking to the
table. Was the hand already over? It seemed like only seconds had
passed since they began.

Who had won? A stinging slap landed on her
ass. She gasped and turned to the other side. A grinning Sir. He
raised an eyebrow at her and gave her another hearty swat. Ahh!

He wrapped her hair around his fist, then
gently pulled her up and away from Sean’s lap. When she was
standing, he directed Sean out of the chair and off to one
side.

Sir pointed at the floor in front of the
chair. “If you wouldn’t mind kneeling there. Hands behind your
back, please,” he said, ever polite in his commands.

Sean jumped out of the way, as unable to
resist Sir’s orders as Jasmine was. She quickly assumed the
position, her knees sinking into the deep pile carpet, the
cushioned seat of the chair at her back, her breasts thrust
forward.

Sir and Sean stood in front of her, Sean’s
dick mere inches from her face.

Sir held her gaze while he unzipped and
dropped his pants and underwear. His bountiful cock sprang forward.
A fluttery sensation kicked off fast and steady in her lower belly.
She gulped hard.

Each man held his dick in one hand and cupped
the back of her head with the other. They closed in on her, their
cocks looming larger and larger before her eyes.

“Stick out your tongue. Yes, farther. That’s
a good girl,” said Sir.

Sir and Sean rubbed the fat heads of their
cocks over her lips and tongue, spreading her saliva around her
mouth. Then they batted their dicks playfully at her cheeks, and on
her lips and tongue again.

“Open wide,” Sean said.

She did and Sean pushed his cock past her
lips and straight to the back of her mouth, bumping up against the
opening to her throat. Sir continued tapping her cheek and jaw with
his dick.

Sean pressed harder and Jasmine gagged.

“Take more care,” Sir said to Sean. “She’s
not in the proper position for deep throat. I’ll show you later, if
the lady’s up for it.” He raised an eyebrow at Jasmine.

She didn’t answer, her mouth being stuffed
full of cock. And anyway, she didn’t think she’d be up for that
regardless.

Sean popped out of her mouth and Sir pushed
his dick inside. She had to open wider for him and savored the
power and surety of his strokes, the way he held her head so
firmly, shoved her back against the soft chair seat. She couldn’t
move away if she wanted, not even an inch, he held her so tightly
in his grasp.

She was trapped there, a captive, as Sir
steadily took what he wanted from her. Had he pushed it too far,
gagged her, she might have panicked, but he was all control and
finesse. He made her feel helpless, at his mercy, and protected at
the same time.

She had no fear to speak of. No. Every now
and again, when she could catch a peek through the men’s legs,
she’d seek out Geoff at the poker table. Always, he was watching.
Always. And knowing he was there gave her a confidence she might
have lacked otherwise, a confidence that she was safe, that things
would only be allowed to go so far.

And it was a bonus that knowing he was always
watching made her pussy all the wetter, no doubt of that.

She groaned when Sir took his cock out of her
mouth. He gave her a wry grin.

He looked at Sean. “Go on. Your turn. But
just stick it in. Don’t move. I’ll take care of it from there.”

Sean readily pushed his twitching dick into
Jasmine’s mouth, then he stopped. Sir told him to let go of her,
then with both of his hands wrapped in her thick dark hair, Sir
began to move her head forward and backward. He controlled the
action, how fast Sean entered her mouth, how deeply he went.

“Suck him well, dear,” Sir said. “His turn is
soon coming to an end.”

She obeyed instantly. Sir pumped her over
Sean’s cock. Harder now. Faster.

The sensation of being held in such a way for
such a purpose nearly drove her wild. She moaned, and whimpered,
and sucked with abandon as Sir used her to fuck Sean.

God. She couldn’t be any wetter. Couldn’t be
any more aroused. It didn’t seem possible.

Sean puffed loudly and, a few times,
instinctively thrust his hips forward, meeting Sir’s forward
motion, and nearly making her gag. Sir always managed to stop her
in time.

“Control,” Sir said to Sean. “Think you’ve
got the idea now?”

Sean gasped and grunted. “Fuck yes.
Fuck.”

Sir smiled and released his hold on Jasmine.
“Then I leave the rest to you.”

“Hell yeah,” Sean said. He grabbed hold of
her head and went to town on her.

He pressed her against the seat of the chair
and thrust down on her, driving in and out. Again and again, rapid
and shallow entries followed by deeper and harder shoves. Jasmine
struggled to keep her hands behind her back, instinct telling her
to push him away, to protect herself. Was he losing control? Would
he go too far?

Sir gazed down on her, captured her rising
worry. He lightly stroked her shoulder and down her arm, reassuring
her that he was close by, that he was on guard. “You’re okay. He’s
almost there. Can you take it a bit longer?”

Her words were muffled by the cock fucking
her mouth. Yes, she could take it.

Sir’s hand closed over her breast, his thumb
rubbing over her nipple. Mmm.

And Sean neared the end. He panted hard as he
drove down into her, over and over, faster and faster. She was his
receptacle, and some ancient part of her relished it at the same
time that she wanted to escape it.

“Fuck — ing — yes — yes!” Sean cried as he
came inside her mouth.

The warm liquid hit the back of her throat
and she swallowed quickly, taking everything he gave her as rapidly
as it left him. She wondered at herself. Wondered how tonight,
anyway, swallowing semen was a remarkably hot thing to do.

The marvels of this night were adding up.

Sean pulled out of her and she grabbed some
much-needed breaths. Sean himself was given little time to recover
before he was pushed aside, his place taken over by Michael, the
apparent winner of the latest hand.

Michael had already dropped his pants and his
cock stood up proud and long, leaning slightly to one side. His
hands were on his hips as he surveyed her drooping self, her
gasping and gulping mouthfuls of air. He seemed to enjoy it.

Sir still toyed with her breast, pulling on
her nipple while he stroked his cock with his other hand.

Michael squeezed her other breast and looked
at Sir. “I heard you mention deep throat. I’d like to see that.
Hell, I’d like to do it, especially to this one.”

Sir twisted her nipple until she gasped.
“It’s an experience to savor, for sure. We couldn’t all do it to
her, there are too many of us. It might hurt her. Maybe three,
depending on how long we take.”

“Then just you and me, right now,” said
Michael. His gaze rested on Jasmine’s red mouth, her puffy, wet
lips.

“That would be up to the lady.” Sir looked
down on her. “Shall we give it a try, Jasmine?”

She felt a jarring pulse between her legs.
The idea of a man sticking his cock all the way down her throat —
it both scared and attracted her. Could she even do it, if she
wanted?

“We can always stop if it becomes too much,”
Sir said.

Her insides quivered. She wanted to do it.
She did. But she could hardly believe it.

She nodded, gave a whispered, “I’ll try.”

Sir smiled his satisfaction and Michael got
bigger and taller as this new purpose filled him.

“You’ll need to climb onto the end of the
loveseat for this,” Sir said. “It’ll be easiest there, if you’re on
your hands and knees.”