Strip Poker: Bad Boys Club Romance #2

by Olivia Thorne

  “I don’t CARE! Trust me, it’s in the bag!”

  That carried on for another few minutes until Vic started going Ssshhh with his mouth, like it was static. He followed that up by deliberately dropping out words as he said, “Oh – think – bad connection – talk – later!”

  It was like listening to Bart Simpson with a lower voice.

  Then he hung up and turned off the phone.

  “Why I put up with their crap, I’ll never know,” he grumbled.

  “They probably wonder the exact same thing.”

  “They just got the fuckin’ deal of the century. This could be worth billions – maybe tens of billions to them. You know what I get? Another couple months on a yacht.” He settled back and grinned. “And a night with a stunningly beautiful woman.”

  Oh God, please… rescue me from my stupidity…

  “I have a question for you,” I said.

  “Yes, I have condoms.”

  Ugh.

  “That was NOT the question,” I snarled.

  “Then yes, I can last all night.”

  UGH.

  I ignored him and just asked my question. “How did you know you would draw the card you needed for the full house?”

  “I didn’t.”

  I stared at him. “You didn’t?”

  “Nope.”

  “You didn’t rig the game?”

  “Nope.”

  “But you could have lost!”

  “Yup.”

  “But you were so confident!”

  He shrugged. “When you don’t know what’s going to happen, you might as well be confident. That way, if it turns out the way you want, you look awesome and super lucky. And if it doesn’t turn out the way you want, you can stress about it later. No need to stress about it before it actually happens.”

  “You could have a penis drawn in Sharpie on your face right now,” I pointed out.

  “But I don’t.”

  “You would have gone through with it? Even if you lost?”

  “Yes – because I never welch on a bet.”

  Great.

  Having braved extreme public humiliation to get me into bed, I didn’t figure there was any way to talk him out of what was about to happen.

  And there was no way I was going to welch, either.

  But that didn’t mean I had to play along.

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  Vic sent the limo away once we got out in the parking lot. Then we made the awkward walk through the lobby and over to the elevators.

  Well, awkward for me. I was cringing the entire way.

  Vic was having a grand old time, even going so far as to give a friendly ‘hello’ to the night clerk.

  Once we got to my room, he looked around, then made an Eh face. He leaned over and pressed his hand into the bed to see how much it squeaked.

  It squeaked a lot.

  He walked over to the window and pulled back the curtains, only to see an ugly parking deck a couple hundred feet away. “Wow – great view you got here…”

  I dropped my purse by the dresser, sighed, and started unbuttoning my blouse.

  Might as well get this over.

  “You know, my place is a whole lot more HELLO,” he said as he turned around. “Well, somebody’s anxious to get started.”

  “Somebody’s anxious to get it over with.” I finished unbuttoning my blouse until it was all the way open, then put my hands on my hips. “Well? Go ahead.”

  He frowned. “‘Go ahead’? What, are you just going to be a cold fish the entire time?”

  “I never said anything about pretending to enjoy it.”

  “Oh, you’re gonna enjoy it, trust me.”

  “No, I’m not. Trust me.”

  He narrowed his eyes. “So what, you’re going to intentionally try to make this suck?”

  “I told you, I never said anything about pretending.”

  He shook his head in disgust. “That’s just another form of welching.”

  “Fuck you,” I snapped. “I’m fulfilling the bet.”

  “Not if it’s like screwing an inanimate object!” he snapped.

  “Should have stipulated that in the bet.”

  He snorted in disgust. “If you’re gonna play dead the whole time, then forget it.”

  To his credit, he started walking towards the door.

  For a second I was hopeful I could get out of this with dignity intact –

  Then, of course, he had to ruin it.

  “Fuckin’ welcher,” he said as he grabbed the doorknob.

  I started buttoning up my blouse. “I’m not welching, I just hate you is all.”

  Vic turned back around in anger. “You know what? I take it back, you’re not a welcher – you’re just a stuck-up, frigid prude.”

  “Just because I find you REVOLTING doesn’t make me frigid or a prude.”

  He leaned over and got right in my face. “You don’t find me revolting – you are so into me, but you just don’t want to admit it.”

  I laughed out loud – for real. That was the funniest thing I’d heard all night. “INTO you?! You DISGUST me.”

  “You’re just too stuck up and conceited to admit it – too prim and proper – ”

  “You’re an ASSHOLE.”

  He shook his head and waved me off with his hand. “Ah, fuck it. You’re not that hot anyway.”

  I should have let it go.

  I should have just let him walk out –

  But no, I had to be a dumbass and take the bait.

  “What?!”

  “I can get a better Tinder date on any random Tuesday.”

  “FUCK YOU.”

  He burst out laughing and pointed. “See?! Conceited bitch.”

  I was furious he’d goaded me into responding – and by getting at me through my vanity, too.

  “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?!”

  “You’re a real piece of ass, Monica, but you’re a pain in the ass, too.”

  “Entitled douchebag!” I yelled at him.

  “Prima donna!”

  “Overgrown frat boy!”

  “Go fuck yourself!” he shouted.

  “DROP DEAD!” I screamed.

  He got a look in his eye, a dangerous look –

  And then he kissed me.

  Hard.

  First I felt shock.

  Then outrage!

  I pushed him back angrily.

  He looked so smug, like he was going to say something else –

  So I slapped him across the face.

  Hard.

  WHAP!

  Now it was his turn to look shocked.

  He stared back at me, his expression turning to rage.

  Meanwhile I was huffing and puffing, my chest heaving –

  And suddenly I realized how turned on I was.

  How good that kiss had been.

  How angry, and wrong – and alive.

  Fuck it.

  I lunged at him and kissed him back.

  HARD.

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  From there it was a total free-for-all.

  Throughout it all, we kissed in a frenzy – violent, hot, deep, and nasty.

  He grabbed my ass with his massive hands and hoisted me into the air.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist.

  He slammed me down on the bed, the mattress squeaking beneath my back.

  As he kissed me hard again, I bit his lip.

  He pulled away, grabbed my blouse, and yanked.

  Pop pop pop went all the buttons.

  At first I was angry – but it made me hotter. Wetter.

  He ripped apart my bra’s front clasp and buried his face in my breasts, sucking greedily on my nipples.

  I arched my back and clawed at his t-shirt, pulling it over his head.

  Once he was free, he unbuttoned his shorts and yanked them – and his boxers – to the floor.

  OH MY GOD.

  He was already hard, and his cock was huge.

  And beautiful – t
hick and pink, with a slight curve to it and a swollen head.

  As I stared at it lustfully, I fumbled with my skirt, trying to get my panties off –

  He reached up and beat me to it, pulling my underwear down my legs and over my high heels.

  I undid my skirt, pulled off my ruined bra and blouse, and threw them all to the side. All I was wearing now was my high heels.

  He got on top of me. I opened my legs wide, felt the bare skin of his tip press against my pussy –

  “Condom!” I gasped.

  “Fuuuuuck,” he groaned. He tumbled off the bed, picked up his pants from the floor, and began fumbling in the pockets.

  All I could do was stare at his erection, thick and throbbing, with the tip of his crown wet from touching me.

  “You swear you got tested?” I said.

  “Swear to God.”

  I hesitated – but I so wanted to feel skin, not latex.

  “…just don’t come inside me,” I ordered.

  He nodded, his face overcome with desire, and scrambled back on top of me.

  God damn he was big – so big it gave me pause.

  I braced my hands against his shoulders to stop him from plunging in all at once. “Slow,” I said.

  He nodded as he guided the tip of his cock with his hand… right between my legs.

  “Slow,” I repeated.

  He eased his weight down on top of me, his eyes staring into mine as he gently squeezed my breasts with both hands.

  I could feel the head of his cock right up against my pussy – gently pressing against the lips –

  I waited –

  He wasn’t going inside.

  Two seconds – five seconds – nothing.

  Jesus, the anticipation was killing me –

  “Not that slow,” I groaned.

  He laughed, then slowly began to press forward.

  Oh GOD.

  I gasped as I felt his head gradually enter me, bigger than anything I’d ever felt before.

  “Slow – slow,” I begged, chest heaving, nipples hard, so turned on.

  He nodded, and we continued to stare into each other’s eyes as he sloooooowly eased his cock inside me… then withdrew… then slowly entered me more.

  After days of sexual tension… hating him but lusting after him… denying what I felt but what my body knew… the anticipation… the incredible hotness of it all –

  I started to come.

  Not some overwhelming orgasm, just small contractions, one every few seconds, but they felt so damn good. And they didn’t stop.

  The deeper he inched inside me, the thicker he got.

  The more he filled me up, the more intense the sensations.

  And the faster and harder I started to come.

  I began to moan.

  Four inches in…. slowly ease out. Five inches in… slowly ease out.

  I was coming harder now, the fluttering pulses more rapid.

  Six inches in… slowly ease out. Seven inches in… slowly ease out.

  And he kept going. Easing in more and more, deeper and deeper…

  I kept coming, my contractions closer together with every passing second.

  He could feel my pussy gripping his shaft, and he gave me that cocky, arrogant grin of his.

  TOLD you you’d like it.

  It irritated the hell out of me.

  I don’t know what came over me – but I slapped him again.

  Not hard, but enough to startle him.

  I grinned –

  And he got angry.

  One big, powerful hand grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them over my head.

  His other hand encircled my throat.

  And he started to thrust deeper. Harder.

  Unh – oh GOD –

  I don’t know what it was about his hand on my neck. He wasn’t choking me – but it was so dominant, so commanding, that it just lit some kind of fire inside me.

  I watched him as he bucked his hips back and forth, driving that massive cock deeper and deeper inside me. I’d been with some well-endowed guys before, but nothing like this. My eyes started to roll back in my head as I felt him fill me up, touching places so deep that no other man had ever reached before.

  I was coming every second now, each contraction a pulse of pleasure that kept building, getting closer to each other –

  He took his hand off my throat and pinched my left nipple, hard.

  I arched my back and moaned – but as much as I liked it, I liked better what he was doing before.

  “No – my neck,” I gasped, my hands still pinned over my head.

  He saw my begging eyes and moved his hand back up to my neck, squeezing harder.

  I got lightheaded.

  My orgasms were fluttering right up against each other now, almost continuous, then bleeding into one another, one nonstop pulse of pleasure and ecstasy.

  He was all the way inside me now – hitting deep with each thrust.

  He let go of my throat long enough to rearrange my legs against his chest, my high heels up beside his head, and then he grabbed me again by the neck.

  And he really started to fuck me.

  His pelvis and thighs smacked into my ass, hard, over and over.

  I began to scream with pleasure.

  With my body angled like this, the head of his cock was touching some incredible spot so deep inside me that I’d never felt anything like this before. Ecstasy ran up and down my body in waves of tingling heat.

  He was so big – I’d never felt this filled up before. And the base of his cock was so thick, I don’t know how I was taking him all the way.

  And he wasn’t stopping. He was only speeding up… going harder… going deeper…

  My contractions were unbearable now – too much pleasure, too much to handle. I screamed, out of control, writhing my body as my orgasm climbed to heights I’d never felt before. Only his hands on my wrists and neck keeping me from thrashing off the bed – that, and the glorious cock that never once slipped out of me, no matter how far back he drew his hips and slammed it back into me.

  Suddenly he was bellowing like an animal. A half second later he pulled out of me.

  Ordinarily I would have been disappointed, but I was already on the edge of discomfort from coming so hard. Feeling him slip out of me was almost a relief.

  But then his cock slid up between my legs, the shaft bearing down slick and wet between my lips and across my swollen clit, giving me more unbearable bursts of pleasure –

  And he came.

  The head of his cock suddenly swelled even bigger as jets of white shot out, thick and creamy, and splashed hot and wet across my belly and breasts.

  I moaned in pleasure to see him spasm once, twice, five times, seven, each contraction a gradually diminishing splash of cum on my skin – and every thrust one more luscious, slippery stroke against my clit.

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  Finally he groaned and collapsed on the bed next to me. We both lay on our backs like that, about a foot away from each other on the bed, looking up at the ceiling as we tried to catch our breath.

  “Wow,” I murmured.

  As soon as I said it, I regretted it. Here it came – the string of self-congratulatory boasts –

  But all he said was, “Yeah,” in a voice that suggested he was a little surprised by it all, too.

  Then he added, “See – was that so bad?”

  I laughed. “Fuck you,” I said good-naturedly.

  “You already did.”

  We both started laughing.

  I turned my head to look at him, and he turned his head to look at me.

  “Wanna do it again?” he asked.

  “You can do it again?” I asked in surprise.

  He took my hand and guided it to his erection.

  He was still raging hard.

  “You do that to me,” he murmured as he looked in my eyes.

  I moaned in spite of myself.

  Then he rolled towards me and started kissing me ag
ain… and I let him.

  And as I felt his body weight on top of me, I opened my legs, anticipating the feeling of him sliding inside me once again.

  But he surprised me.

  He started to go lower.

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  Vic

  I was blown away.

  I’d been with a lot of women before… but none of them had been like this.

  Leave out the whole part about she was absolutely gorgeous naked.

  Leave out the whole part about her perfect breasts, her tiny little waist with the J-Lo ass, the smoothness of her skin, the vanilla smell of her sex.

  Leave out everything about her appearance.

  This girl was fucking nasty.

  The way she acted like such a ball-buster during the day – even fighting me up to the moment she gave in – and then the way she loved to be dominated.

  Begged me to put my hands on her throat.

  I remember her heartbeat under my fingers…

  The way her arms reached up over her head as I pinned her wrists…

  The way her breasts swayed and shook every time I thrust inside her…

  And afterwards, the way she just lay there with my cum on her skin, not even bothering to clean up… like she liked it.

  Fuuuuuck.

  But I wanted it to be even better for her this time.

  I wanted to blow her mind… so I eased my way down her body.

  She looked down in surprise, but settled her head back as soon as I touched the tip of my tongue to her pussy. She lay there, breathing heavily, as I started to lick and suck.

  She tasted good – sweet. I slowly eased a finger inside her and began to lightly stroke her g-spot as I lapped at her clit.

  She arched her hips and moaned quietly.

  So I slid in two fingers and began to stroke her a little more firmly, lick a little more insistently.

  She began to writhe back and forth, eyes closed, her head tossing from side to side like she was inside a really vivid dream.

  A minute later, I slipped in three fingers and began to rub her g-spot intensely as I licked and sucked even harder.

  I could feel the muscles of her pussy contract around my fingers now. Once every three or four seconds… but the contractions were coming harder now, and slightly faster.

  My own cock almost hurt, it was so hard – but I waited. I wanted her to have a really great orgasm first, and then I would –