Five Card Studs

by Madison Faye

  I couldn’t go there — not again. And I knew it.

  Eventually, I heard them stepping from the pool, and I glanced up.

  Fuck.

  Shouldn’t have done that.

  The black two-piece bathing suit was by no means sexy — it wasn’t some scandalous thong or bitsy bikini.

  But it was enough. It was enough to hug every curve and every line of that body. It was enough to get my blood roaring.

  She turned to me as she wrapped a towel around her waist, blushing at what I assumed was the hungry look on my face as I devoured her with my eyes.

  “We’re just going up for nap time,” she said with a smile, nodding at my kids.

  “If you’d like to come back down after and relax by the pool…” I shrugged.

  What was I saying?

  No, stay away. Stay upstairs, and don’t come near me because I won’t be able to control myself.

  The words screamed in my head, my lips sealed tight as my eyes locked onto her.

  “That sounds lovely,” she said with a smile.

  My jaw tightened as she blushed again, giving me another smile before she turned and ushered the kids upstairs.

  I groaned as I went back to my paper, trying to convince myself to get up and walk away before she came back down. But fifteen minutes later, there she was, slipping back in through he frosted doors with the child monitor in her hand — still in that bikini with the towel around her waist.

  Her smooth belly on display, her hips swaying.

  Her pert breasts in that top.

  Her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders.

  I wanted to wrap that hair in my fist as I bent her over and fucked her until she begged for more. I wanted to yank that top off, bury my mouth in her breasts and feel her sweet pussy slip down every inch of my cock.

  And slowly, I felt the hunger take hold.

  A week of denying myself.

  A week of saying no.

  It was becoming too much.

  “Wow, you have a sauna?”

  I swallowed my lust, blinking and nodding at her. “I do.”

  “Do you mind if I…?” She grinned and nodded at the wooden door to my sauna.

  “Please,” I growled out, my eyes taking her in

  She seemed to be oblivious of the look in my eyes as she turned and let her towel drop, revealing those long, toned legs and the way the suit cut across her thigh.

  God help me.

  She turned and moved to the door of the wood-lined sauna, turning once to look at me and smile, before she slipped inside.

  And that look did it.

  It was the same one on her face that night at the club. It was the same damn coy look she’d had when I’d bought her a drink. The same coy look she’d had just before her eyes had gone wide as I’d pulled her into that bathroom.

  That look sent a lightning bolt right to my cock, and I was done.

  I dropped the paper, standing in a daze, moving like I was in a trance as I walked to the sauna.

  The temptation was too much.

  The sweetness between her legs that I knew was just inside that door was too much.

  The pleasure I could pull from her body.

  I needed it, craved it.

  I craved her.

  “Oh!”

  Bella gasped, looking up from the towel she’d been laying down on the wooden seat as I stepped into the steaming sauna.

  “Mr.— Sir, I did know you were—”

  Her words caught, her eyes going wide at the look in my face.

  “Sir—” she whispered.

  I moved towards her, my eyes locked on her, my jaw tight. She swallowed, taking a shaking breath, her eyes dipping over my bare chest and then up to my eyes.

  “Sir, we—”

  “You’ve done well so far, Ms. Wilder,” I growled.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “You’re familiar now that bad girls get punished.”

  Her breath caught, her eyes going wide and that blush creeping into her cheeks as she nodded.

  “Well, good girls get rewarded.”

  This was it. There was no going back from this. Not anymore.

  Being under a microscope be damned, I had to have this.

  She gasped as my hand slid over her waist, slipping around to her back and moving down to her sweet ass as I pulled her hard against me.

  “Sir, I—”

  She moaned as I kissed her, my hand tangling in her golden hair and pulling tight as she whimpered into my mouth. Her small body trembled against me, her hands going to my chest, her fingers tightening on my muscles as I tasted her plump lips.

  Bella gasped as I pulled away, her eyes wide and hungry as she looked up at me with a flush gracing her face.

  “Turn around,” I said evenly.

  “Sir?”

  “Turn around,” I growled, spinning her as she moaned. “On your hands and knees, Ms. Wilder,” I hissed, pushing her down onto the warm wooden bench of the sauna.

  She gasped, moved to do as she was told, resting on her knees and her palms. She turned back to look at me apprehensively.

  I growled as I moved in, my hand trailing over her apple of an ass. Fingers found the ties at the sides of her suit, and I yanked the strings, making her gasp. The suit fell away, and my eyes narrowed on the prize.

  Fuck yes.

  Her sweet, pink, glistening wet pussy, ready and waiting for me there between her thighs.

  “I—”

  “Ass up, Ms. Wilder.”

  My fingers trailed over her skin, raising her ass up in the air as my cock throbbed in my swimsuit. I knelt behind her, moving in and inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal. I could see how wet she was — how ready she was for me.

  I leaned in, and I groaned.

  Bella moaned loudly as I pushed my tongue deep in her pussy, licking at her sweet cream as my hands held her firmly by the ass. I growled as I tongued her deep, pushing my face in her tight little pussy and drinking in her sweetness. My fingers tightened on her skin as she moaned, her back arching, subtly pushing her ass back into me as I started to fuck her with my tongue.

  Good girl, I thought.

  She wanted this.

  She’d been craving this as much as I had.

  My tongue moved, sliding to her clit and teasing the little pleasure center as she whimpered and shivered under me. Her panting came louder, her moans filling the steamy room. Sweat ran down our bodies, the tangy saltiness of it mixing with the sweetness of her pussy and making me roar inside as I tongued her faster and faster.

  I grabbed her tightly, pulling her against me as my tongue swirled circles over her clit, until she was moaning like a woman possessed, shaking under me. I lapped one more swirling lick of her clit, and suddenly, she exploded for me.

  Bella’s whole body shuddered as the orgasm ripped through her, her back arching as she pushed her pussy back at my face while I tongued her through her climax. I pulled away, licking my lips and feeling my cock about to rip through my shorts.

  I needed her.

  I had to have her.

  Somehow, the modicum of restraint I had left stopped me from plunging in right then and there.

  After all, I wasn’t an animal. I’d wait for that.

  I’d make her beg me to fuck that pussy.

  But I still needed to come.

  Bella was panting as she turned to look at me, her face flushed and her chest heaving. I stepped towards her, my hand stroking the bulge in my shorts.

  And she moaned.

  “Be a good girl, Ms. Wilder,” I growled. “On your knees.”

  She nodded quickly, eagerly. “Yes, sir.”

  Jesus, I could hear her say that all day.

  She dropped to her knees, her eyes on my bulge.

  “Take it out.”

  She nodded, her eyes darting up to mine. Her lips parted as she slowly reached up. Tentatively, she hooked her fingertips into the waistband of my suit and started to p
ull slowly down on them. Her eyes started to widen as the band slipped down over the bottom of my thick shaft, and she gasped quietly as she pulled it down further. More of my cock revealed to her inch by inch, until suddenly, it sprang free.

  Her breath caught.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered.

  I could feel the beast inside of me roar at the sight of this perfect, tight little tease of a college girl on her knees in front of me, her eyes locked on my thick cock. And suddenly, without even prompting, she leaned forward, hands in her lap, and sucked the head into her sweet, pouty lips.

  I groaned, my hands instinctively going to her hair, wrapping it in my fist and growling as I pulled her down on my cock. Bella whimpered, slurping on me hungrily, her wet mouth bobbing on my shaft. I stared at her, reaching down to yank her bikini top away to reveal those perfect breasts as she worshipped my cock with her mouth.

  “Oh, fuck yes, Ms. Wilder,” I hissed. “Suck my cock, just like that.”

  She moaned loudly around my shaft, her eyes rolling back in lust as she sucked. She started inhaling more of me, eagerly sucking me into her throat before pulling off and gasping. She reached up with both hands, stroking my slippery cock as she licked her lips. She glanced up at me, this wicked, hungry look in her eyes before she moved down to my cum-filled balls. I groaned loudly, gripping her hair as she drew her mouth down to them, suckling, licking, and lapping as she stroked my shaft.

  “Play with your pussy,” I growled, watching her as she pumped my shaft and sucked on my balls. “Reach down and play with that tight little pussy, baby.”

  She whimpered, one hand dropping eagerly to her lap and sliding between her thighs. She moaned as she found her clit, moving up to wrap her lips around my cock again as she started to play with herself.

  The lust took over then, that sweet mouth wrapped around my cock, her face still looking so innocent somehow. Those little moans as she fingered her sweet pussy had me groaning as I gripped her hair and fucked her mouth.

  I needed to come.

  I need to empty every drop of my cum down her throat.

  “I’m going to come, Ms. Wilder,” I groaned, my head dropping back.

  She moaned louder, her eyes looking up at me as she sucked harder and faster, her mouth bobbing up and down and her tongue swirling under my shaft. I could see her face start to crumble, her hand moving faster on her pussy, and suddenly, she cried out, muffled with my cock in her mouth.

  And her coming — her making herself come while she worshiped my cock — was as much as I could take.

  I roared as the cum erupted from my cock, filling her small mouth. Her eyes went wide as she quickly swallowed me, cheeks hollowing as I grunted and pumped rope after rope of cum deep down her throat until there was nothing left.

  Gasping, I withdrew. “Holy sweet fuck,” I groaned.

  Bella grinned, biting her lip as she looked up at me. “Was that okay?” She grinned, licking her lips. “Sir?”

  My jaw tightened as I nodded. “Yes, Ms. Wilder.”

  “I thought that wasn’t supposed to happen again,” she said quietly, blushing, her eyes darting over mine.

  “It wasn’t. I couldn’t help myself.”

  An impish look came over her face. “Oops.”

  I grinned.

  Suddenly, the baby monitor next to her buzzed to life. “Oh, that’s Lillian waking from her nap,” she said quickly, reaching for her suit. She looked up at me. “I— I should go.”

  “Yes, you should.”

  She quickly pulled her suit on, and headed for the door of the steamy sauna before she turned back to me.

  “Sir?”

  “Yes, Ms. Wilder?”

  “I’m glad you couldn’t help yourself,” she grinned bashfully. “I’ve— I’ve been wanting to do that to you since that night.”

  And then she whirled and was out the door, leaving me there still rock hard.

  Still wanting more.

  And still knowing this could be a problem.

  9

  Isabella

  “God that was so much fun!”

  I grinned, flushed from the single glass of wine I’d had out with Amanda, Layla, and Brett.

  “Well I’m so glad you answered this time when I called!” Amanda grinned.

  The four us had become friends through one of Dr. Rice’s study sessions outside of class, where we’d been grouped up to give a presentation on foreign oil markets. Since then, we’d hung out a few times — the odd dinner, party, or just hanging out in the library when studying. Amanda had called me earlier in the afternoon, seeing what time I was free from my new gig as “Mary Poppins.”

  “You’re not pulling whole rooms full of things out of your bag, right? Falling in love with any chimney sweeps?”

  I’d rolled my eyes at her. “No, sadly.”

  “Just a spoonful of sugar, you know.”

  Colin had consented to me taking off a few hours after the kids were asleep, and now here the four us were, parting ways down the street from Colin’s townhouse.

  “Thanks for calling! That was a lot of fun!”

  Layla hugged me. “When are you going to Paris?”

  “Tomorrow.”

  She groaned. “God that sound amazing.”

  “Sounds scandalous,” Amanda tossed in.

  “It’s not,” I said quickly, glancing down at my phone to hide the blush.

  “Colin Kensington?” Amanda’s brows went up. “Dude is hot.”

  “Alright, alright, lay off,” Brett said with a frown and a shake of his head.

  “Hey, he’s my boss,” I said primly.

  And he took my virginity in a bathroom two weeks ago. And I let him come down my throat earlier today.

  I blushed again at the thought.

  “Well, in either case, have an amazing time!” Amanda hugged me tight, Layla did the same, and they started to head for the subway.

  Brett hung back, smiling. “I’m actually headed through Beacon Hill anyways, I can walk you back if you want.”

  I nodded, eyeing him. “Sure.”

  Brett had asked me out once, when we’d all first started to get to know each other through the class. I’d said no, despite him being cute, mostly because of how busy I was, but also because I liked the little group we’d established in the study sessions. I didn’t want to mess that up by making things complicated with dating.

  Brett had taken it fine, but since then — well, since then I’d gotten the impression he hadn’t quite let it go.

  We walked up the hill, up the cobblestone streets, past the ancient brick houses of old Boston, higher towards the Kensington townhouse.

  “So, Paris?”

  “Yeah,” I smiled. “I’ve always wanted to go.”

  “How long?”

  “Two weeks, and then we’re stopping in London before coming back.”

  He nodded. “Well, you should give me a call when you get back.”

  I smiled, even though I knew what that meant.

  “Yeah, sounds great.” I shrugged, trying to diffuse the sudden tension in the air. “We should all go out again!”

  “Or just you and me.”

  I said nothing, merely stopping and nodding up at the house we were now in front of. “This is me.”

  “Oh, right.” Brett turned to me, clearly mulling something over. “So, when you get back?”

  “I’m not sure, Brett.”

  He shrugged. “Well, if you change your mind.”

  “You’ll be the first to know.”

  He smiled, his eyes darting over my face. “Have a good trip, Bella.”

  “Thanks.”

  I went in to hug him, when suddenly, his lips pressed to mine. My eyes went wide, and I gasped as I quickly pushed him away.

  “Brett!”

  “C’mon Bella,” he leaned in again, but I pushed him back again.

  “No, Brett,” I shook my head. “No.”

  His eyes narrowed. “Fine. Have a great trip,”
he muttered before turning and heading back down the street.

  I sighed, shaking my head as I let myself into the house. I put my coat away and headed upstairs to my room. I pulled my sweater off in my room, and started to unbutton one of the buttons on my blouse when a voice behind me had me whirling.

  “Who was that?”

  “Colin—”

  He strode across the room, his eyes blazing. I gasped as his hands caught my wrists, holding me tight and pulling me against him.

  “Sir,” he growled.

  “Sir,” I gasped.

  “Who was that?”

  “No one, I was just—”

  “The boy who kissed you outside.”

  I shivered. “What?”

  “The boy—”

  “You saw that?”

  “Damn right I did.”

  My eyes narrowed at him. “Were you spying on me?”

  “It was in front of my goddamn house.”

  “What I do with my own time is none of your concern. I’m your employee, not your slave.”

  His eyes narrowed, and I suddenly shut my mouth.

  And here I was, talking to him like I knew I shouldn’t.

  “Who was he?”

  “None of your business,” I hissed.

  “Boyfriend?”

  “No one.”

  “Not a boyfriend?”

  “And if he was?”

  His eyes flashed fire, and I quivered under that gaze, but I kept going.

  “If he was, what then? I’m not allowed to have a boyfriend working for you?”

  “Is he?” Colin growled, his grip tightening on me.

  I knew I was pushing it, but I couldn’t stop.

  “That’s none of your—”

  “I’m about to make it my business, Ms. Wilder,” Colin growled, pulling me across the room towards my bed by the wrist. I gasped as he sat, yanking me across his lap.

  “Colin! What the hell do you think—”

  I gasped as he bent me over his knees, his hands yanking my skirt up over my ass, and I could hear him growl as his finger ran over the seam of my thong panties. His hand came down with a sharp slap on my ass, making me cry out.

  “He’s no one, okay? He’s a friend! He asked me out, I said no, and then he just kissed me.”

  His hand came down again, spanking my tender skin.

  And goddammit, I was wet. My traitorous body, leaking my desire into my panties.