I place hers down and get ready to throw mine back, but she’s just staring at the shot glass like it’s going to bite her.
“What is that?” she asks.
“Vodka. It’s not gonna bite you, Elle.” She rolls her eyes and tips it back. She slams the glass down with a scrunched-up face.
“Okay,” I say as I sit back down, setting the bottle on the table, “If I win this hand, you do another teeny tiny shot. If you win, what do you want?” I ask her.
Her eyes twinkle with a little mischief. “You wanna up the ante?” she asks.
I smirk at her. “What are you thinking?” I ask.
She bites down on her lip and whispers, “Can it be strip blackjack?”
My dick has never been this hard. I swear to God if I don’t cum tonight, I’ll die from blue balls.
“It most certainly can, Elle,” I answer with a straight face and she bursts into laughter.
Now I’m regretting that shot. I need to win this hand and every hand after this. But I’ve still got my wits, and it'll take some time for the alcohol to even hit me. I’m quick to shuffle the cards and deal them out.
She’s got a twelve showing with both her cards up. I smirk at her, feeling cocky. This is gonna be an easy win for me. She doesn’t take the hit, and sits back like she’s not worried. But I know she’s gotta be.
I’ve got a ten up and flip the bottom card. It’s a five. Shit, that’s not good.
“You gotta take it,” she says with a smile on those beautiful plush lips. All I can think is regardless of who’s naked first, those lips are gonna be wrapped around my cock. The sooner I get this done with, the sooner I can get what I really want.
I get a seven and bust.
I push the cards to the side, unbutton my shirt and toss it on the floor.
Elle looks calm and collected, but a blush rises up her chest and into her cheeks. I stretch a little and her eyes dip to my chest. She clears her throat and sits back in her seat, trying to act like she's unaffected. I know she likes what she sees though.
I shuffle the cards and grin at her as I say, “You can smile all you want Elle, but that dress is coming off next.”
Her cheeks flush a violent red, but she doesn’t respond as the cards are dealt.
She gets two face cards. “Twenty, stay,” she says with a smug attitude.
I deal myself an ace on top and that sweet smile on her face falls. I flip my bottom card over, and my dick twitches when I see the jack of diamonds. “That dress has gotta go.”
She purses her lips, but slips her straps down and shimmies out of it. I slowly shuffle the cards while taking in those gorgeous breasts. The cards almost fall out of my hands, but she doesn't notice. Thank fuck. That bra needs to come off though. I wanna see those nipples right now. They’re hard, and I wanna see them. Right fucking now.
Her chest rises and falls with deep steady breaths as I quickly lay out the cards. She’s dealt a sure loss of a hand.
“What’s it gonna be?” I ask her with a brow cocked.
“Hit me,” she says in a voice laced with lust as she signals a hit and busts at twenty-four.
I expect the bra to fall, but she shifts in her seat and my eyes catch a red lacy pair of panties fall to the tiled floor. I close my eyes and hold back my groan.
Shoving the cards to the side of the table, I deal out what I hope is the last hand.
I smile when I see an ace up for me, and she’s got a seven and an eight.
“You wanna see?” I ask her with a hand on my bottom card. I fucking hope it’s a ten or a face card. She bites down on her bottom lip and nods. Her eyes are focused on the card.
Ten of clubs.
“Dealer has blackjack,” I tell her with my eyes on hers even though I’m dying to look at her chest.
She reaches behind her and then pulls the laced bra away slowly. Her tits are perfect. They’re large enough to be held in my hand, and those nipples are tiny little buds with a pale pink color.
I lock eyes with hers and say, “Come here, Elle.” It's bold of me, I know it is. But I've been pushing her all night, and she's been with me every step.
All of a sudden she looks nervous, but she gets up and walks over to me, completely naked and looking all sorts of shy. I turn in my seat, and the legs of the chair scrape against the floor. That’s all I can hear along with her heavy breathing, and the blood rushing in my ears.
I’m surprised there’s blood anywhere in my body other than my cock. It’s pressed against my zipper, hard as fuck and ready for her.
As soon as she gets to me, I grab her hips and pull her closer. I stay in my seat and lean forward, taking her tiny nipple into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. Her head falls back and her hand flies to my hair. Her nails scratch my scalp as she grips on to me.
Her soft moan fills the room, and it fuels me to pick her ass up and set her down on the table in front of me.
I let her nipple pop out of my mouth and plant a kiss on her belly before pushing her to lie down.
She looks at me with wide eyes before bracing herself on the table. “Lie down for me all the way, and put your feet up here.” I tap my hands on the table right where I want her feet and wait.
Her lips part slightly and she’s slow to obey, but she does it.
She does what she’s told, bending her knees and spreading herself for me. I look down at her pretty little pussy and instantly start leaking precum. She’s so fucking wet, she’s glistening. I don’t hesitate to push two thick fingers inside of her. Holy fuck, she's so tight.
She gasps and her back bows, but I’m quick to push her hip down and hold her in place. I pump my fingers a few times, and her pussy clamps down. Fuck, she’s going to feel so good. I stroke her G-spot until her legs are trembling. My eyes stay on her face the entire time. Her eyes are closed, and her lips parted in utter rapture. She needs this. She needs me.
“Cum for me.” She shouts out her release on my command, and her pussy tightens and then spasms on my fingers. Fuck, yes. I pull out and taste her. So fucking sweet. I groan as her heavy breathing starts to settle.
I move my hands to my zipper and kick off my jeans as I lean down and get a better taste of her. I suck her clit in my mouth as the jeans drop to the floor. They make a loud noise as they fall and it makes Elle’s head pop up. I look back up at her with my mouth still latched onto her clit, but she’s shaking her head.
What the fuck? I release her and wipe her juices from my mouth as she tries to say something, but her voice is too low. I’m guessing she wants a condom. That’s fine for tonight, but I want her raw as soon as fucking possible. If she wants paperwork I’ll have it faxed over for all I care. I don’t give a fuck. I need to feel her pussy pop on my dick with nothing in between us.
“What’s that?” I ask her, pulling my dick out of my boxers and stroking it once.
She shakes her head again and then leans back, looking at the ceiling. “I don’t... I don’t...”
I raise my brows and lean forward a little. “I can’t hear you, Elle. You don’t what?”
“I don’t want to have sex.” She spits out the words fast and refuses to look at me, her eyes still focused on the ceiling.
What? Why the fuck… What? I can’t even put a coherent thought together.
“I’m sorry, I just…”
I sit up and give her a little space and she closes her legs. Fuck, I feel a weight on my chest. I pushed too hard, too fast. “Nah, it’s okay.” I gentle my hand on her thigh and give her a soft smile. I don’t want to scare her off; I’m afraid I already have though.
“I could,” she says as she shrugs a little and doesn’t look me in the eyes. “I could do other stuff?” She says it like it’s a question.
“Let me take care of you again.” I look down at her pretty pussy and stroke my dick. I’ll take care of both of us.
“You don’t have to,” she says in a small voice. Her forehead is pinched and I know she's anything but happy about
telling me no. I get it though. That's alright. I can wait.
“I want to,” I tell her and then kiss her thigh. “I want you to ride my face this time.”
She looks back at me with surprise, and I keep my eyes on her as I lower my tongue to her pussy again.
I take a lick and wait for her to relax. She does instantly. Good girl.
I don’t waste a second.
I shove my face in between her legs and lick up her tight cunt, spearing my tongue into her pussy. My fingers grip her ass tightly to keep her in place.
“Oh yes!” she screams out as her back bows. That’s it. She just needs a little more to get her going. This time I’m not letting her get off so easy. I smile into her pussy at my little joke and then suck on her clit until she’s writhing under me and moaning my name.
My chest fills with pride. That’s right, my name. I wanna hear her screaming it soon as she cums on my dick.
I flick my tongue across her clit and pull her ass closer to me. “Ride my face,” I command her as I push my tongue flat against the top of her opening and her clit. She rocks her hips, and her hands move to her breasts. Oh, fuck yeah.
I watch her and stroke myself under the table as she pinches her nipples. Holy fuck, she’s so hot. I stop paying attention to her pussy and just suck on her clit as her body trembles.
Her toes curl, and her legs push inward. I’ve gotta take my hand away from myself to push her leg back, and as I do she screams out my name and pushes my head into her pussy, rocking herself shamelessly against me.
It's the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen. My balls draw up and I cum instantly and without warning. I reach my hand down as quickly as I can to try to catch the hot streams of cum as her arousal leaks down my face.
My spine tingles, and I groan into her pussy as more comes out of her. The vibrations from my groan send a shiver up her body. She slowly lets go of my hair, and her body goes limp.
Holy fuck. I came just watching her get off. Watching her cum is by far the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. But there's no way I am letting her know I got off under the table. I’m quick to get up and shove my dick in my boxers as I step out of my jeans. Her head turns, and she starts to move.
“Stay.” I give her the simple command without thinking. Shit, I don't think she'll like that. I expect her to react to it with attitude 'cause who the fuck am I to talk to her like that, especially when she doesn't even wanna fuck me, but she just lays back down. I wash my hands in the sink and grab two handfuls of paper towels. One of them I run under the warm water.
I bend down quickly as I get to the table to wipe up the floor as fast as I can. I don't want her knowing what I'm doing. As I get up, my head hits the table. Fuck! That hurts. I hit it hard. I wince and grab my head where the pain is pulsing.
She pops up as I try to play it off, and her eyes go wide with worry. “Are you okay?” she asks.
I‘m still holding my head, but I answer. “Yeah.”
“Did you hit your head?” She looks confused, and her eyes are looking on the floor.
“Yeah,” I answer and don’t elaborate. She laughs a little and lies back down, but she’s looking at me like I’m a lunatic. At least she's smiling.
As I wipe between her legs, she starts to look a little uncomfortable again and says, “I’m sorry.” Her mouth opens to say more, but I stop her.
“Don’t you dare apologize. I fucking loved it.” She has no reason to be sorry, and I don’t want her to have any regret over this.
“I can--” she starts to say as her eyes look to my boxers, but she doesn’t know that’s already been dealt with.
“No, you don’t need to do that.” Her eyes go a little sad, and she bites her lip.
“I’ll wait for you, Elle.” I give her a small kiss on the lips. “When you’re ready, I’ll be here.”
Chapter 11
Lizzie
The next day all I can think about is Liam down in between my legs, eating my pussy out like a starving man. The sensation of his powerful jaws clamping down on my clit had been mindblowing. I’m still getting shivers from the out-of-this-world orgasm he’d given me.
Yet one thought keeps bugging me. I should’ve gotten him off. Like, what was I thinking?
That I didn’t want to give myself to him yet.
It’s true. I don’t want to play my cards too fast, even with how hot he makes me. But I wanted him. And I’m the one who initiated things with the strip blackjack. I was playing with fire, and I knew that. Still, I can’t understand why he didn’t want me to at least return the favor. It doesn’t make sense.
Thinking about it, it makes me feel self-conscious. Was it because I was drunk? Maybe, but I wasn’t sloppy, falling-on-my-ass drunk. I was just a little tipsy, and I definitely knew what I was doing. I didn't even wake up with a hangover. If he was so concerned about that, he wouldn’t have gone as far as he did.
For a moment, I wonder if I made a mistake in playing the blackjack game with him at all, but then brush the feeling away.
It was definitely better than just coming back here, running upstairs and crying my eyes out in my bed, I think to myself. Anything would be better than that.
Looking around the cold, empty house, I feel incredible sadness, which confirms I made the right decision.
I really should stop worrying. I’m reading too much into the situation. Liam provides a useful distraction from all the pain and grief I’m going through. An outlet for my emotions. I need him.
Or maybe he’s the last thing I need.
I need another opinion, I think to myself.
I pull out my cell and dial up Nat. It's been a while since I've dated. It's just not something I'm really comfortable with. I don't know why. I'm just not interested. Well, I wasn't. But now I am.
“Hello?” she answers, sounding out of breath.
“Hey Nat!” I say, trying to sound cheerful.
“Lizzie! I’m so happy to hear from you!” She sounds so chipper and like she really is happy. It brings a smile to my face. I'm really lucky to have a friend like her. We've been apart for years, but every time we see each other, it's like we pick right back up from where we left off.
“Are you busy?” I ask.
“No, not at all. I just need to put a fresh batch of cookies in the oven and then I can talk. One sec.”
I feel relieved. “Ok.”
I wait and hear the sound of metal banging in the background. I lie back on the sofa and laugh at what I've done. It's like I'm at the psychologist's office. Nat's my shrink. I roll my eyes. I am so fucked if she's the one who's going to walk me through this. I can't help but silently laugh.
Nat is on the phone again a minute later. “Back. What’s up?”
I pause before telling Nat my dilemma. Would she think less of me if she knew I was fooling around with a man so soon after my daddy had died? I subconsciously start biting my nails as my smile falls. I hadn't even thought of that. I think back to my studies, and I know it's normal to seek out a pleasurable distraction when you're upset, especially when mourning. But that doesn't change the fact that she may think worse of me.
“Hello?” Nat presses when I don’t say anything.
“I need your opinion,” I breathe out. I need someone to talk to. I can't keep all this in anymore. I take a deep breath. I need a friend. And that's what she is. She's a good friend.
Nat sounds intrigued. “Opinion on what?”
I freeze up again, worrying Nat will not like what I have to say.
“Lizzie?”
Screw it, I think to myself. Nat isn’t going to judge me. I hope.
Taking a deep breath, I tell her everything. About the house and the will, our date, the blackjack game and our foreplay.
“And he didn’t want you to, like, at least... take care of him?” Nat asks when I’m done.
I feel relieved that she didn’t immediately jump to judging me.
“No,” I say. “And I don’t understand it.” T
he self-conscious feeling increases. I hate it.
“I don’t know, Lizzie. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that, if you ask me. In fact, I would kill for a guy who got me off and didn’t expect anything in return. Lord knows, I fucking deserve it with how hard I work.” She snickers. “Maybe I should start offering sugar cookies in exchange for some mind-blowing cunnilingus.”
I laugh. “You’re cray cray.”
Nat continues, “I’ll put a sign out front that says, ‘Will Bake For Sex'.”
After a short laugh I reply, “I've tasted your cookies. You might get a lot of action with that offer.”
“If only!” Nat snorts. “Really though, you better tattoo your name on that tight ass of his. Claim him before anyone else finds out and there's a line of chicks waiting around the corner for him. ”
“Please,” I say and laugh. “I can’t do that.” That's not what we are. There's nothing about him that's screaming commitment. My brows furrow, and my heart sinks a little. I'm not even sure if we're dating. Is that a thing still? Do people still call it dating?
Nat snorts again. “The hell you can’t.”
“Not happening,” I repeat. “But seriously, I still can’t believe what happened. Yesterday, all I wanted to do was go on a date with this guy so I could fulfill my part of his deal and move on. Instead, I wind up laying naked on his table.”
“There are worse things in life,” Nat says. “In fact, I think you need Liam right now, Liz. He might be just what you need to help you get through...” Nat’s voice trails off, but I know exactly what she means.
“Maybe,” I say softly. Maybe. Possibly. God! I hate how wishy-washy I feel about this situation.
“So shouldn’t that solve it?” Nat asks. “Spend more time with him, get to know him more before going further. Maybe it’s a good thing you two didn’t have sex.”
“That’s the problem. I’m afraid to get to know him.”
“Why?” she asks.
“I’m afraid I might find out…” He’s a fraud, I finish in my head. I don't want to believe he is. But I still don't understand how he inherited everything. I put a hand over my face, feeling like a greedy bitch. Seriously, why would daddy do that? But Liam is giving everything to me. God, I feel like a bitch for questioning any of this.
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