Jokers Wild: Stripped Bare

by Lena Matthews

  “I wanted it to be as authentic as possible. I even have a football game my brother Bryce taped for me ready in the VCR. A bona-fide poker game without the bona-fide boneheads.”

  Beaming, Missy wanted to throw her arms around his neck and kiss him senseless. He was just unreal. Missy looked up at him as he turned and smiled down at her. Throwing caution to the wind, she did just what her body wanted her to do. She reached up and kissed him. Entangling her hands behind his neck, Missy drew him in close and brushed her lips against his.

  When she moved back to end the quick peck, Brody stopped her by wrapping his arms around her and saying huskily, “Where do you think you’re going?”

  Drawing her back in, he kissed her deeply, sliding his tongue between her lips. Missy could feel her body yielding as his tongue probed her parted lips. It had been so long since she had been made love to that her body longed to be consumed. Ending the kiss, Brody slowly released her and stepped back. “Now that’s what I call a thank you kiss.”

  Missy flushed faintly and avoided his eyes by looking away from his probing stare. “This is wonderful,” she gushed.

  “I’m glad you like it.” Walking to the table, he picked up a remote and aimed it at the bookshelf against the far wall, engulfing the room in soft rock music. “You ready to play?”

  “Yes,” she said excitedly. Walking to the empty chair, she sat down and began shuffling the cards. “I studied my notes, so I’m ready. Be prepared to lose tons of money.” Looking around the table, she said. “Speaking of money, where are the chips?”

  “Let’s play a couple of warm-up hands first,” Brody said, not meeting her eyes.

  “Trying to read my signals, are you?” she teased, dealing out the cards.

  “That’s it,” he smiled.

  A couple of warm-up hands turned into the best hour Missy had spent in awhile. Brody was a complete riot. He kept her laughing and smiling, even making her comfortable enough that she forgot to blush, and he’d given her plenty to blush about. Brody’s brand of humor leaned towards the blue side, and he never failed to make a suggestive compliment whenever he felt the desire to. He made her feel comfortable and beautiful, but most importantly, he made her feel wanted.

  Brody stood up and stretched. His shirt rose a little, teasing her with a quick peek of his midriff. Missy was captivated by the faint trail of dusky hair leading into his pants. “Want me to take the shirt off so you can get a better look?”

  “I wasn’t…”

  “Liar,” he teased. Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, he pulled it over his head. His muscular chest was as defined as Webster’s dictionary. Toned and tight, his chest was muscular without being bulgy and his abs were lean and cut. Tossing her the shirt, he winked at her as she fought the need to blush and hide. If he was comfortable being topless, she was going to sit back and enjoy the view.

  Brody grabbed two beers out of the tin and brought them back to the table. “So, are you going leave me at a disadvantage here?” he asked, gesturing to his chest.

  “From where I’m sitting it’s not a disadvantage at all.”

  “Do my ears deceive me, or did you just make a sexual innuendo?”

  “Now, would I do that?” Missy batted her eyes mockingly.

  “Hell, I’m hoping so,” he said, opening the beer. “So, you feeling lucky?”

  “Ten percent worth.”

  “You ready to play for collateral?”

  “I brought my money,” Missy said, patting her top pocket.

  “I don’t want your money.”

  “Are we going to play with chips then?”

  “No, not chips.”

  “Then what.”

  “You look good in those overalls, but I’m willing to bet you look better without them.”

  Her mouth dropped open in shock. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

  “I’m completely serious.”

  “I’m not taking off my pants.”

  “You only have to take them off if you lose.”

  “Well, I could lose.”

  “Then don’t.”

  “Brody…”

  “Missy…”

  “Look, I know you don’t like me saying the F word, but there’s no way I’m getting naked if front of you.”

  “How about something else?”

  “What?”

  “How about we watch that movie I bought?”

  “The porn.”

  “Yes.”

  “So if lose I have to watch a dirty movie with you, and if I win what do I get?”

  “What do you want?”

  “Wash my car.”

  “You could have anything you want, and you want me to wash your car?”

  “What’s wrong with it?” she asked irritated. “I told you I suck at this guy/ girl thing.”

  “No, it’s fine,” he back-pedaled. “Okay, if you win I’ll wash your car, if I win you watch the movie with me.”

  “Now, you mean just watch it, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Nothing funny?”

  “I sincerely hope not.”

  “You know what I mean.” Missy frowned.

  “I do, and I swear that I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of,” she mumbled, shuffling the cards. Reaching over, Brody laid his hand over hers, stopping her.

  “What are you afraid of?”

  “That we won’t just watch the movie.”

  “I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do, Missy.”

  “You can’t force the willing.”

  Taking the cards out of her hands, Brody took her hands in his, and gently rubbed the back of his thumb against the top of her hand. Looking into her trouble-filled brown eyes Brody softened his tone and said sincerely, “Missy, I want you.”

  “I know.”

  “Do you want me?”

  “I do, but I’m not into casual sex.”

  “There will be nothing casual about it.”

  “I don’t really know you,” she shrugged.

  “You know enough.”

  “Something inside won’t let me make this decision.”

  Standing, Brody pushed the table over and grabbed her up in his arms. “Fine, then I’ll make it for you.” Quickly capturing her mouth, Brody dominated her lips and her mind.

  Pushing her backwards until she was against the wall, he leaned into her, cupping her full, denim-covered breast in his hand, while plunging his tongue in her mouth. Missy moaned as he slid his leg between her thighs, pressing his leg up against her moistened mound. Part of her wanted him to stop, a small, tiny, itty-bitty part, but the rest of her was ready to go full steam ahead.

  Missy moved back over his leg, riding him and the hard denim seam that was torturing her clit mercilessly. She wondered if she would come from just the pressure of his knee against her, that and the kneading of her breast. Brody’s hand slid up from her breast, to the buckle of her overalls and that was when Missy’s red flag start waving in front of her eyes. Dropping her arms from around his shoulders, she caught his hand and stopped him from unbuckling her overalls. Pulling away from her mouth, Brody looked down at her, frustration bleeding out of his eyes.

  “Are you saying no?” he demanded, pressing his knee up against her mound.

  “No, I’m saying…”

  “Are you saying no?”

  “No I’m not, but…

  “Shhh,” he said, laying his finger against her mouth. Slowly running his finger across her bottom lip, swollen from kissing, he dipped it in her mouth, and trailed his moist finger down her mouth to her neck, ending back at her chest.

  Brody lowered his leg and took the two clasps that held the overalls together and unclasped them, making the bib fall forward, leaving her chest, covered by her form­fitting white shirt, visible . Missy brought her hands up and covered her chest.

  “I’m big,” she said helplessly.

  Taking her hands off her breasts
, Brody pressed it against the bulging crotch of his pants. “So am I.”

  “But…”

  “Here’s a new rule,” Brody said as he unbuckled the buttons on the side of her overalls. “You are not allowed to say anything else unless it’s NO because you want me to stop. Or ‘fuck me, Brody fuck me, right there, yes, yes, yes’, or my personal favorite, ‘oh my, you’re so huge’. Feel free to mix and match them as you please.”

  “I have a rule too.”

  “You don’t get to make a rule,” he teased.

  “Yes, I do.”

  Sighing, he leaned forward and brushed her pouting lips with his. “One rule and one rule only.”

  “The lights go off.”

  “Absolutely not.”

  “No, Brody, I’m serious.”

  “Me too,” he said, stepping back. “I want to see you, Missy, and I want you to see me.”

  “Well, look at you,” Missy said, gesturing towards his chest. “Why wouldn’t you want to show that off?”

  “And why wouldn’t you want to show those off?” he asked, looking at her breasts. “I think you’re beautiful, I find you attractive. I’m standing here in front of you hard as hell. What more can I do to make you believe that I want you? All of you.”

  “I want you too. Just let me have this. I have to work up to this.” Missy felt that her heart was breaking. She didn’t want to leave without having him, but she wasn’t as courageous as he was. It was going to take some time to get used to him, used to him wanting her.

  “Damn it,” he said turning away from her. Missy walked up behind him and pressed her breasts to his back. “Missy…”

  “Please,” she whispered, running her hand over his cool back. Lightly kissing his shoulders, she ran her hands around his sides and to the front, gently scratching down his chest. “Give me this, and I’ll let you make another rule.”

  Brody grabbed her hands and flattened them across his chest, stopping her gentle teasing. “Fine, you get the lights off.”

  Relief rushed through her and she leaned against him. Brody turned in her embrace and pushed her back slightly so he could look down in her face. “But I get to have you any and every way I want you. You can try to hide in the dark, but before this night is over, I’ll know your body by heart.”

  Chapter 6

  Brody wasn’t happy at all by the way the evening had turned out. True, he was going to get to have sex with her, but he wanted to do it with the light shining down on her. He wanted to see every single inch of her, and taste the parts he couldn’t see. Brody wasn’t stupid enough to tell her no, so he would just have to settle for loving the fuck out of her, and looking another time.

  Brody led her back to his bedroom and shut the door behind him. Without turning the light on, he took her to the bed and sat down with her standing between his legs. The bib of her overalls was still undone, leaving her chest in view. Missy’s nipples were erect and pointing out of the shirt, and he knew that despite any lingering doubts she might have, she wanted him.

  The light in the bathroom, which was left on from when he was getting ready earlier, cast a faint glow in the bedroom. Giving him just enough light to see her, but not enough to satisfy him. Brody drew her close to him and placed his mouth against her shirt, sucking her hard nipple through her clothes. Gripping her ass in his hands, he squeezed her to him as he nibbled on her nipple.

  “Brody,” she groaned, tugging on his hair. “The light is still on.”

  Pulling his mouth back, he reluctantly released her nipple and looked up at her with passion-filled eyes. “And we’re still clothed. Don’t worry Princess, when it comes time to take your clothes off, I’ll let you hide behind all the darkness you want.”

  Pushing her back, he stood up and unbuckled his pants. Sliding them off his slim hips, he stepped out of them, underwear and all, and stood before her proud and unashamed. “I, on the other hand, have no such qualms about you seeing me naked. I want to know that when you look at me you desire me.” Taking her hand in his, Brody placed it against his hard, aching cock. “Touch me.”

  Missy drew his cock in her hand and worked her hand back and forth. Brody gritted his teeth, biting back the need to throw her on the bed and plunge into her. Reaching up, he tugged her shirt out of her pants and slid his hands underneath it. Cupping her lace-covered breasts, he squeezed them, matching Missy’s stroke with squeezes.

  “You feel so good,” he groaned, leaning his head against hers.

  “You too.”

  Brody released her breasts and moved his hand down to stop hers. Walking away, he went to the bathroom and turned off the light. Turning to her, he said softly, “The lights are off. Get undressed.”

  Walking back, he sat down in front of her, and with the faint light from the moon, he was able to watch her as she undressed. Years spent in special ops had helped him develop good night vision, and he used all the training that Uncle Sam had provided him with to look his fill of her lush fullness.

  Missy definitely wasn’t as large as she thought she was. Although by fashion-model standards she might have been big, but by his, she was perfect. Her white, creamy thighs were full but toned and she had wide, ample hips. His cock jerked between his legs as he envisioned pounding between her smooth legs.

  Pausing before lifting her shirt, Missy gave a soft groan before tugging it over her head. Her softly rounded stomach was framed by her white lace bra and matching panties. He could tell, even in the dark, that she wanted to hide by the way she held her body. Moving her hands behind her back to unclasp her bra, Brody stood up and stopped her, saying, “No, let me.”

  Walking behind her, he undid her bra, sliding his hands up to her shoulders and pushing the straps off them. Running his hands down her arms, he moved them across her stomach and up her chest, cupping her heavy mounds in his hands. Pulling her back against him, he rubbed his hard cock against her ass as he pinched her nipples between his fingers.

  “Some men are ass men, some men are leg men. For me it’s all about the breasts,” he whispered in her ears as he played with them.

  “Go lay down on the bed,” he ordered as he let go of her breasts.

  Brody watched as Missy climbed up onto the bed and lay down in the middle. Getting in after her, Brody slid on top of her and pushed between her legs. Lifting up on his forearms, he pressed his middle against her moist center and cupped her breasts with his hands. Leaning forward, he pushed her breasts together and tongued her nipples, alternating between them.

  Brody circled her areola with his tongue before swooping down and sucking her nipple in his mouth. Pulling on it with his teeth, he nipped the hard nipple as he massaged her other breast, plucking the nipple with his thumb and forefinger.

  Missy tangled her hands in his hair, pushing him down harder on her breast. Moaning, she rocked her pelvis up against him, soaking his stomach with her wetness. Brody pulled his mouth away from her wet nipple and said, “Move your hands to the headboard and don’t take them away.”

  “What?” she groaned, looking down at him.

  “You heard me,” he said, moving up over her body. Getting on his knees, he reached his hand down between them and took his cock in his hand, rubbing the head against her pussy lips. “My way. Remember?”

  Whimpering, Missy moved her hands to the headboard and pressed her palms flat against it. Brody moved down her body, pressing kisses to her stomach as he went. Stopping at her belly button, Brody dipped his tongue inside before he moved down to her neatly trimmed mound. Her lips were covered in light brown curly hair that was damp with her dew.

  Brody licked her wet slit before opening her lips. Inhaling deeply, he let the scent of her excitement fill his senses. Her essence was spicy and warm, and it beckoned to him, urging him to taste her. Unable to resist, Brody moved his mouth down to her wet heat, drawing circles around her clit with his tongue. He dipped his tongue into her hot center, lapping up her juices.

  Missy’s moans filled the room as she
moved against his tongue. Using his other hand, Brody slid two of his fingers into her hot pussy, pushing against her walls as he prepared her tight hole for his hard cock. Her moans grew louder as he added a third finger, fucking her with his hand. Sliding his tongue rapidly over her swollen clit, Brody sped up the rhythm of his hand as he felt her body convulsing around his hand.

  He sucked her clit into his mouth, surrendering the sensitive bud with sucking pressure, until she arched her back and came around his fingers. Drinking up her delicious juices, Brody slipped his fingers out of her shuddering pussy and sheathed his cock with the condom he had laid next to her on the bed.

  Taking his cock in his hand, he held her pussy open with his other one, and plunged his cock deep inside of her, pausing to let her adjust her body to his size. It was a tight fit, but he knew that she would be able to stretch to accommodate his thick member. He would bet, from the tightness of her pussy, that it had been awhile since she had been with another man. Rocking slowly inside of her, he picked up her leg and wrapped it around his waist so he could control the depth of his entry.

  Looking through the darkness into Missy’s eyes, Brody said huskily, as he pulled out of her and plunged forward again, “I’m going to fuck you all night.”

  Lifting her hips, he held them slightly up as he moved in and out of her wet pussy. Her tight walls encircled his length as he pumped in long, full strokes.

  Missy’s inner walls began to spasm around his pumping cock. Brody could feel her muscles grasping at his cock repeatedly as she came around him. Throwing her head back, she arched up to him, crying his name as she thrust back against him, powering her motion by pushing herself off the headboard into him.

  Biting back his own groan, Brody continued to pump into her as he held back his own orgasm. He didn’t want this to end so quickly, but it felt like her pussy was trying to squeeze the life out of his cock. Even in the throes of passion, her moist center was still tight, clenching him as she shuddered around him.

  “Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she muttered, as she lifted her hands from the headboard and dug her fingers into his ass, pulling him deeper into her.