by Lying Eyes
Of all the times to start something like this, he picked the World Series of Poker Main Event. He wanted the bracelet. It meant a lot to him to go down in history with some of the all-time poker greats—Chan, Ungar and Moss. He didn’t have time for a woman now, not this month and certainly not this event.
He walked over to the mirror and glared inside. “This was my year. I was going to take it all. Now, all I can think about is Audra and how fast I can get her ass in bed…” He paused, frowned and then continued, “Why not be honest here?” He took a deep breath, contemplating the release of all his thoughts into a very private verbal confession. Why not spill the truth if he was going to have an absurd one on one conversation with himself, why the hell not? He continued to rant. “That’s it, that’s where the real problem is. I can’t just fuck her and forget about it and I know it before I do it.”
He held his hand out as if to explain something to himself. “She’s the only woman I’ve wanted for longer than twenty strokes.” Okay, so maybe at his age, it was more like ten, but hell, who was going to argue with him? This was a private conversation. He pursed his lips. “And she’s considered one of the players to beat this year. How lucky am I?”
Stupid, he was just stupid…and horny. Yeah, definitely that too. Hell’s fury, the word explained everything. He rubbed a solid hand over the front of his pants. Why didn’t he take care of a little business while he was in the shower?
Shit. I did. He grumbled openly as he remembered. “I must be losing my touch if I’m so forgettable.” He sneered instead of chuckled as he glared at himself, trying to see if he could find the answers he needed in the looking glass. His eyes dropped to his belt. Damn it to hell. Noticeable—at best. He was a complete hard-on and only one woman’s hand, or preferably her hot little body, would solve the problem for him.
The bedside alarm clock continued to click off the minutes one by one and he stared at it but it didn’t motivate the timekeeper to roll them off any faster. He heard a lot of commotion next door and a couple of times, he almost knocked to see what she was doing over there. Maybe she had to take care of a few woman issues like he had to handle his own. He stared at the clock again and if time didn’t start clicking on by, he’d find himself in the same boat once more.
His arm crooked over his shoulder and he leaned back on the bed to glare at the ceiling. He kicked off his leather dress shoes and stretched out on the bed. Closing his eyes, he imagined her. Her sorrel-colored hair flowed over her back as she turned around to look at him with a knowing little smile. Her eye opened and closed in a sudden wink. She planned to fuck him. He could feel it—at least, in his overactive imagination.
His head snapped and he sat up on the bed. He was in a world of pain. His cock throbbed and pulsed and the clock read 6:59. Too late now, bro. He patted his better member and took a couple of strides toward the door.
* * * *
“Whew!” She released the one word relief. Seven o’clock took too long to arrive. She walked over to the dresser and stared into the glass. “Not bad for a poker playing hussy.” It was easy to congratulate herself now while no one was around. She made it through another day at the event and by remaining there, she was one step closer to making history.
Tilting her head from side to side, she decided the dress was a little much. For years she’d been told how every woman needed a little black dress in her closet, so just before she made the trip to Vegas, she picked one up. Now, she felt totally compelled to lose the dress and find a pantsuit or something, anything to dress down the sex-appeal.
The neckline dropped too far down and the hemline right above her knees would’ve been okay if the slit up the side didn’t move forward enough to show off her ass completely. One wrong move either way and Max would have a frontal view if he wanted it or a backside impression. Lucky for her, the dress hugged her tight everywhere else. Fashion merchandisers probably loved the elegant flow of the skirt and upper fitted design of the bodice. After peering again at the large split showcasing her hip, she decided she’d have to move a lot to show it off. Maybe she’d try it. She took a deep breath and turned around to check out her ass—or not.
“It’s perfect.” His eyes stilled on her rear and she quickly turned around.
“How’d you get in?” She felt her eyes widen when she heard his voice and now her cheeks were burning red with embarrassment. She quickly put the rhinestone studs in her ears and tried to regain some element of stance without falling the hell over. He looked good enough to eat and maybe, just maybe she’d give that some serious thought.
“I started to knock and the door just gave. I guess when I left this morning, you forgot to lock your side back.” He smiled. “Was it intentional?”
“Yeah, cling to such a thought. Let it run rampant.” She winked and pulled lipstick from her purse. Quickly she swiped the tube across her lips and puckered for the mirror.
* * * *
“Come here and let me taste.” She was one beautiful lady and the quicker he got her under his mouth, the better.
“Not yet, Max.” She winked.
“Did you change your mind about a movie?” He looked over her shoulder and noted the tea service cart set up for room service.
“Nope, I’m treating you to dinner right here, and a movie.”
“Sugar, as sexy-hot as you look, I won’t complain but if I were in your shoes, I’d want to step out. Want to go dancing later?” He swiped his upper lip and then took a quick opportunity to get her in his arms. Tugging her close, he inhaled her scent. Damn, she smells as good as she feels. The exquisite fragrance of expensive perfume placed strategically around her neck, encouraged him.
His lips went to her throat and he traced her with a ready tongue. “I’m afraid if we stay here tonight, I’ll do all sorts of naughty things to you and you’ll never forgive me for them.”
“Is this how you seduce all your women?” She pushed him away and pulled him with her at the same time. “Why don’t you tell me about these plans of yours and then I might just let you in on one or two of my own.”
She pushed him closer to the cart where champagne, steak and lobster tempted the palate. A beautiful plate presentation invited a private dining experience and she dimmed the lights. He took the cue. Popping the cork on the champagne, he wasted little time filling each flute before slipping hers in between manicured fingers. A dainty hand tilted the glass toward his. “To new experiences.”
He clicked his glass and cursed his manhood for dangling a threat, again. “Any chance we can skip dinner and rush right into dessert?” He sounded desperate—and well, the shoe fit and so would her hand if she’d only loan it to him.
With a seductive smile she took a quick sip of her bubbly and set it down. She turned around and lifted a tray from the bar. She showcased an array of light cakes and truffles. “Sure. Why didn’t you just say so? I have a sweet tooth, too.” She played dumb. She was anything but and he was beginning to love the way she kept him guessing.
Moving five, maybe six, steps forward, she reached him with a truffle in hand. “I hope you like chocolate.”
“Love it.” He opened.
She put half in his mouth and covered her lips over the other portion. Ah, for such claimed inexperience she demonstrated the unique quality of a seductress and she did it quite well. Her titillating tongue worked right through the velvet of sweetness. She captured his kiss with a surprising sensation working its way into the heart of a man.
Good God, he didn’t know hazelnut tasted sweeter when flavored with a French kiss. The unforgettable essence delighted his palate and heaven help him, he wanted to just lay her down and fuck her into the next day. Yes, just one kiss made him grope for more.
She moved first but not before his teeth tugged at her lower lip, pulling her back for just a few seconds more. It looked like she tried to bite back a truly wicked smile. “Good?”
“Sensational.”
“Still hungry?”
“S
tarved.” He wrapped her in his arms again and moved them to the bed.
“I’m talking about steak and lobster.” She laughed as his lips moved to her ear. Her neck rolled to the side and his lips only fell into her more. Famished, hot kisses lashed over the soft skin he found there. Possession—he needed to claim her in ways only an obsessed lover understood.
“Darling, I can have dinner now or we can save it for later but regardless of meals devoured, this dress is coming off tonight and I’m going to be right here when it does.” His hand went to her breast and before he could squeeze, she swiped him away.
“Patience is a virtue found in the best of poker players.”
“That’s at the tables. In the bedroom, they all have something to prove, and the quicker the better.” His lips dipped and then captured hers in an unspoken guarantee. Her fingers worked through his hair with enough urgency to shock them both and he slowed down his approach. He framed her face. “But I can take it one step at a time.” He moved his tongue in and out with a grueling gesture to emulate the right pace another part of his body ached to set.
“Then that’s what you need to do—prove you can take it extremely slow.” She stepped back to the table and stood there next to her chair. “Think turtle’s pace.”
“You’re a tease.” He pulled the chair out for her and she sat down.
“I haven’t even started.”
“Then I can wait.” His gaze fell instinctively and he released an agonizing groan. “If it’s a worthy torture, I’ll survive.”
“I’m sure you will.” She eyed his cock and then met his gaze. “It’s been that way for a while now.” She giggled, pulled her napkin from the table and tossed it across her lap.
“You noticed?” He moved closer.
It was eye-level if she wanted it. If she dared.
“I couldn’t help but observe the um…pronounced?” She carefully added more, “When something is so deserving of a woman’s attention, she’ll look. I looked, Max.” She pursed her lips. “And I’ve stretched my neck a lot.”
Oh fuck me. She’s thinking about it. He saw it in her eyes. The blow job he wanted was all but a done deal.
Reaching across the table, she covered his food then hers with the metallic top lip. She definitely didn’t leave a lot to chance then. He could’ve dropped his pants and saved them both the trouble but of course, the element of surprise would’ve been ruined if he made the first move.
Her hands went to his belt. She pulled the leather strap with a sudden tug and allowed the pointed hook to move out of her way. Her focus fell, ah, yeah it did, away from his gaze. “I don’t see why you have to sit through dinner miserably.”
“Me either.” His voice was thick with a man’s desire and he noted his own weakness through the blur of watching her. In the short time he’d spent with her, she made sure she became his shortcoming. Everything about her changed who he was and who he might even become later. The acknowledgement of it all but choked him as his mouth went dry. But her hot little lips moistened the hell right up.
Once his zipper fell, she took a sip of champagne as he casually slid his pants down. Just to help her out, of course.
For a minute, he thought her eyes told a tale of disappointment. He wasn’t quite sure why. He’d seen other men—not that he ever wanted to gawk at another man’s body parts, but he’d been an all-star athlete once upon an aging moon. It’s hard to miss what another man sports in the shower. He felt confident of his endowments so the expression he first saw left a lot of question—until it didn’t.
“Whew.” She let out something hard to translate and at first, he thought it resembled a sigh of relief—not a good thing. Was it a whistle? Could he hope for an expression of approval? He wasn’t sure.
Her fingers trailed across his hip and all five of them truly trembled when they assembled around his girth. She giggled then and looked up at him with innocent eyes. “Okay, I have a confession.”
Like a slap of reality, a good strong dose of it, he wanted to come just because she wanted to tell him. “No, no you don’t.” He had to stop her from spilling truths right then. “You don’t have to say anything at all.” He fisted his cock and moved it over her bottom lip. “Not a word. Not one solitary syllable.” He moved it right to left and back again. “You owe me nothing. Not even this, if you decide it’s not what you want.” Of course he’d die right then if she changed her mind.
She opened her mouth more but she took her sweet little time doing it and the pre-cum seeped into her mouth, allowing just a small speckle of excitement. Her smart, sexy tongue swiped the engorged head with a clean sweep of sudden acceptance. “I can figure it out.” The tip played across his cock again and their eyes met.
Ah yeah, she can wing it from here.
“You’re doing fine. No complaints.” His head rolled back then. He still had his cock in hand but it was a short-lived experience. She wanted it all and the little vixen certainly understood how to get it. She opened wide and proved she held the ability to swallow her man whole.
Her mouth devoured him with one lock of teeth, tongue and hot moisture. Squealing first came to mind once the bite immobilized him and the grip she secured knocked the breath from his lungs.
“Oh jeez, baby. Watch the clamp, hon.” He shifted his weight and moved his hips slowly. The grind would begin but not before she knew what he had in store. He was already fighting it. Hell’s fury, he didn’t know what had come over him but just being near her now, her pretty head bobbing over him again and again, taking him, sucking him, and doing it oh so right—he was going to cum and she wasn’t going to know what hit her when he did.
* * * *
Her mouth tightened around the complete length of one well-endowed man. Damn. She kind of liked the power giving head gave her. It was like something out of a real dirty movie only good mercy she felt more like a woman than she ever felt in her life. In control but uncontrollable. Dominant but ready to submit to anything he asked of her.
Her own needs were being met just by feeding his. Exhilarating—it was the only way to describe it. Power—she had all of it in her mouth and she never imagined something like a man’s cock would taste so good. He was salty one minute and sweet, oh so divine, the next.
His dick swelled more and more and the flavor of him drizzled just barely over her taste buds. His hands played in her hair and she wanted him to pull it. Her nipples felt hard under his touch. And the puddle between her legs—good damn if she wasn’t moist with need now, she didn’t know anything at all about wants and needs. She wanted him inside of her, stroking her with the best he had to give, but could she handle the size of him and even if she could, did she want to miss out on this? Hell no.
A stroke here and a thrust there and suddenly she felt him stop. His balls rested against her chin and he groaned before he released her. “I don’t think you’re ready for the rest if you weren’t prepared for this.” He sucked in a deep breath and when he did, his cock started to slowly slip away from her.
Her tongue moved over him with a devious lick and she decided selective hearing worked for her because she was far too incapacitated by cock-in-cheek. Her mouth covered him again and she worked fast to ensure it worked over him from base to tip. She licked and sucked at the engorged head with a sexual sound of enjoyed pleasure.
If he thought she didn’t know what to expect, he was wrong. She often dreamed of wrapping her lips around him and one part of the illusion, the fantasy she recreated again and again, included the grandest of finales. Oh yeah, she knew what to expect, and if she didn’t get exactly what she bargained for, he was going to hear about it later.
“Max, I’m ready.” She winked before she swiped her tongue slowly across the tiny slit. Then, she caressed the shaft completely with her forefinger before she asked him something she realized he’d interpret as mere music to his ears. “The question here is are you ready?”
“Oh, sweet woman, you have no idea.” Sweat beads formed on his
brow then and his breath hitched between words. One gasp for air over the next seemed to set the pace as his thighs and hips guided him in place. She glanced up only because she wanted to watch him as he found it, the heat and hunger she wanted to feed.
Her nipples pressed tightly against the fabric, her own pleasure all but ready for him but still, she wanted—no, needed—to finish him here, like this. She had to have him unravel inside, solely dependent on her to ride out the pleasure he wanted to find.
He was too hard, far too aroused to fight it now. His dick moved across her tongue and filled her cheeks, swollen with every inch of him.
“Oh, dear God, Audra.” His thighs bunched and the pace he set increased.
Her mouth dropped closer to the base and when it did, she was cocksure, in more ways than one, she gave him the best a woman had to give. Her mouth worked him closer and closer to the edge. His climax took him and that’s when she revealed a newly discovered talent.
She was good at this blowjob thing and the growls leaving his chest only made her wild, hungry and unbelievably wet. His dick stroked against the roof of her mouth with a pounding heat she couldn’t explain. And he was still moving faster, going straight for her throat. The drizzle, heaven help her, the taste—the experience—ah yeah, it was so worth the wait. Oh sweet heaven above, he made her feel like a new woman.
Thighs bunched again, God did they swell with the ligaments of man and the one muscle she wanted to learn more and more about drove home a powerful point. She sucked harder and deeper. He moved with her mumbles before a manly groan ripped from his chest and fell into the open space as pure man.
More of his hot spill coated her throat as simple enjoyment rocked them both. He shook off the inevitable ending and yet still stood, though barely, for more assurance, more readiness, and perhaps with even more expectancy. He plotted the arrival of the end with a self-control that pained her with every stroke against the back of her throat. It also comforted her too, in a divine way only a woman with this man’s cock in her mouth would ever possibly understand.