by Lying Eyes
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Thighs were a problem for him. When they knotted, his cock stiffened and when the right woman was on the other end of his dick, things happened and they happened for a reason. Holy hell, he’d never been so horny in his life and the lady wrapping him tight understood what it all meant.
“Oh sweetheart, you can’t stop now.” He pumped it slower and then he just couldn’t hang on to anything but her soft shoulder and the back of her neck. “That’s it. I’m coming.” His hips gave, his ass clenched and he began a slight grinding fashion, one much like he might have considered if he’d been screwing her. It was her fault. She gave new meaning to oral fucking with a deep throat meant for loving his cock—and he was quite sure she enjoyed it because even after his thick semen poured down her throat, she licked him nearly clean. And she did it with a most wicked smile.
Chapter Six
Thirty minutes later, he sat across from her trying to focus on lobster and steak. It was hard, to focus that is. And yeah, it remained quite stiff, too. He imagined things under the table wouldn’t change anytime soon, not until he finally thrust into her tight little pussy and claimed it once or twice. He swallowed the thought because as soon as he gave it a second to sink in, he realized something more. A couple of times would never be enough. Not with this one, never with Audra.
“Aren’t you hungry?” She dipped her lobster into the lukewarm butter.
“Hunger pangs take on a new meaning when I’m around you.”
“Do they now?” She winked before offering him the bite of succulent seafood.
He opened his mouth and snapped his teeth over it. Slowly he sucked the meat from her fork and he took his time chewing it. So help him, it was the best tasting shellfish he’d ever wrapped his lips around.
“I wouldn’t lie to you.” His eyes quickly moved and he felt confident she saw it. The sudden flicker, the one potentially giving her the upper hand depending on how she read it.
“I believe you,” she said.
“You’re lying.”
“Open.” She moved her fork his way once more. “You like to call me out on them so I might as well tell you one or two.”
“I can feed myself.” He took it anyway and again, it never tasted better.
“You weren’t making the effort, so I will.”
“I can’t wait to see what else you’ll do when I let you take the lead.” He had to know if he could get in her pants and she gave him the opportunity, so why not find out. Some women can give head but they won’t spread their legs. He wanted to know if dinner included the main course or only the appetizer.
“Are you rushing me?”
“You better believe it. A stampede has nothing on me.”
“Then stop it. I’m hungry and you like the lobster, so eat. We have all night to talk about other things and besides, I have a movie I want to watch.”
“Can we star in our own first?”
“You’re definitely insatiable.”
“I thought you were.” His gaze fell to her breasts and the guttural sounds from his lungs left absolutely anything and everything open for discussion.
She shifted in her seat. “Right now? Yeah. It’s safe to say, I am.”
“Honey, you didn’t give me a chance to say please, you bolted for the bathroom or else I’d have your thong off long before you even thought about stopping me.”
“Who says I’m wearing a thong?”
“Sweet hell.”
Her eyes danced in the candlelight.
“You’re not wearing panties.” He dropped his fork.
“Wanna check.”
“Are you teasing or offering?”
She stood up and walked around the table. His knees shifted and parted enough for her to stand in between them.
“Offering.” She moved his plate back and placed a foot on his chair before she hoisted herself up to the edge of the table.
“I’d never guessed.” He winked.
His hands moved up and down her inner thighs before one cupped right underneath her. Sweet mercy help him, did it ever. His finger dipped, one time, a simple test and a way to tease. It was just the first one to tempt the unchecked entry.
“Hmmm…” It slipped. Her astounding moan of appreciation and approval sounded out inside his head again and again.
Eyes met. This time, the tables were turned. She towered over him with her legs spread—wanting, waiting, urging him forward, and just by being there, patient and oh so willing, was an experience he didn’t know if he would ever be able to define.
His hands settled on her knees and he gently rolled them outward, opening her up for a more deliberate reason. All he had to do was scoot forward and his tongue could lead the way, and that’s when he stopped. He breathed in and out, her arousal filling his senses as he inhaled all of her enticement, everything she waited for and nervously anticipated, puckering his lips.
He now had the power to destroy the woman who thought she knew plenty about him as a man. He had the control but did he dare use it to take advantage of her? Normally, he liked the upper hand and he damn well knew how to catch his prey off guard, even the intelligent ones, but now everything was much different. Did he dare taste her? If he did, he’d fuck her any way she’d willingly bend and she wouldn’t be able to stop him once he started.
“God help me.” He sat back in his chair and massaged her kneecaps. “Audra, this isn’t right.” Breathing, just living, wasn’t easy or bearable now. Looking at her, he wanted to do right by her. He didn’t want to hurt her but God help them, right then he was an animal with basic instincts even penetration wasn’t going to cure.
“You’re afraid of me.” Her lips curved with easy and vivid disappointment as well as questions.
He held her gaze in a daring war of unspoken revelations before he lifted her ass and settled her across his lap. His grip fiercely moved her hips forward and back; her legs dangling over either side of his chair. The swaying motion implied plenty but he didn’t cross boundaries. It would have been so easy then with her wet little pussy sliding over his slacks, rubbing up against the length of his cock.
He was a hungry man, but before he had her, he needed to figure out what lines they would cross and which ones were temporarily forbidden. A woman like Audra would only permit so much and he never wanted to hurt her.
Her hands tugged at his shirt. She fought to get the man under her, body on body, skin on skin. Her hot little pussy grinded up and down against him and he watched her. He was waiting, expecting it really, for any sign she was going to come right there.
“Max, please.”
“Please what, sweet honey?” He moved his hand over her dress and his mouth grabbed and nipped at her breast. “What do you want most, Audra? Tell me.” He realized he taunted and warned her. Urged her but stalled her, all at the same time.
“You. Now…Oh God, please.” Her kisses nipped at flesh one minute, material the next before air seemingly slipped from her mouth in an open, silent cry. The whole time, her pretty body rocked against him.
“No, sweetheart. Not now and not until we have a little talk.” He kissed her cheeks before his own swelled and released a most tortured sigh. He held her shoulders away from his own trying to break the newly formed connection.
If she feared him, she should. He understood why. She had to realize he was almost as scared as she was considering her virginity status. His palm moved to one globe and he caressed it softly. Her bare ass proved there was nothing at all to impede a hard cock’s achievement, a horny man’s victory.
“No, I don’t want to talk…I...I…I trust you.”
Her sincerity nearly killed him. He stopped the light tender strokes and moved his legs around to catch her. She sat on his lap and draped her arm around his neck before leaning her head against his shoulder.
“Audra, then I have to be honest with you. I can’t taste you and not have you.”
She kissed his lips and then drew back to look at him. “It’s
not possible?”
“Not for me.” He swallowed back his reasoning but then went ahead and tried to explain. “Not with you.”
She shot him a devious little grin. “You’re not a vampire or anything, are you?”
“Not quite, but I’m all man.”
Her hand moved over his pants and she assured him. “I’m a believer.”
He felt his lips roll inward and a hissing sound made him think he might in fact act like a bloodsucker when it came to the fresh meat in his lap, but instead of taking what he wanted most, he reached for her arms, dragging them from his neck. “Audra, I’m serious here. I won’t stop. I don’t know if I can, once I feel you wither under my mouth. I’m blunt. Call me out on it but I never want to hurt you or mislead you in any way. You want to trust me and I want your confidence but for us to establish it, I have to be completely open here. I want you. I’ve wanted you since the day I met you in Mississippi, but with this kind of lust comes a driving need so uncontrollable that I just…”
Her mouth moved over his before she whispered in his ear. “Then what are you waiting for?”
And it was the one statement he should’ve considered an invitation and immediately acted on, but he didn’t.
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“You’re not going to fuck me?” She watched as he put his belt back on and probably noted he did it a lot faster than he took it off. She most likely felt used.
Max had fucked enough whores to know the expressions never changed on a woman’s face. When they felt discarded, it stung a little and showed a lot. He shouldn’t have dropped his greedy dick in between her hot little cheeks.
“No, I’m not.” For a split second, he truly believed he was going back to his room. Maybe once he was in the comfort of his own suite, he could list all the reasons why he decided to act respectable even when Audra made no bones about what she wanted to do. Hell, she even said the word out loud.
He reached a decision then and there. He was going to go and visit a shrink first thing in the morning. He needed to figure out why his dick suddenly had a conscious. It just wasn’t normal behavior, especially for him.
“I did something wrong?”
“Yeah. You saved yourself for the wrong son-of-a-bitch.”
“Max!” She glared at him.
“I’m too old for you and I’m not going to take advantage of you. I had every expectation, and a lot of plans to do it but not now. I can’t.”
“Why not?” She was furious. “You know, I just don’t get you. One minute you can make me feel like the most desirable woman in the world and the next minute, like last week’s trash. How in the hell can you make someone feel so wanted and unwanted all at the same time?”
Maybe it was the curse of the trade. Perhaps he should’ve played his cards a different way, starting with their first ride across the flatlands of the south. It sucked being him. Sometimes, it really did. He didn’t know how to say what he wanted to say unless it came out the wrong way. Part of his existing problem was he wanted to do everything right with Audra. There’d been enough fouls called on him to last him another man’s lifetime, and he used all of his personal ones up a long time ago.
“The least you can do is tell me what I did wrong or why you don’t want to because I’ve had so many mixed signals from you that I’m beginning to translate digital networking systems, and it really sucks.” She damn near charged him with her arms waving around like a lunatic. If this behavior continued, he might have to reevaluate his Audra-thoughts altogether.
His own voice dropped an octave or two and cracked out a sincere reply. “Because there’s something different about you. You haven’t taken a fuck-stop at every poker player’s bed. If you had, then I wouldn’t have a problem pulling the sheets back and sharing mine too, but that’s not who you are, is it Audra?” He rubbed the back of his neck.
Yeah, sure enough he was bound to say the wrong thing. He had that way about him when it came to women, which was one reason he often preferred the Bunny Ranch. All he had to do there was pay, fuck, and go. Simple and uncomplicated, mature sex.
“Hell woman, just accept it and don’t ask so many questions. I can’t do this and I won’t.” He turned his back on her and walked the hell out but relief, which is what he typically found when he treated a woman the way he shouldn’t, wasn’t what he found. Instead, he discovered true heart-felt anxiety, and after he found it, he wallowed in it.
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She slowly got out of bed and looked back at the clock. Four o’clock in the morning and she had to show up at the tables early. She walked over to his door at least five times to knock. The sorry bastard didn’t even eat his steak and lobster dinner. She sat back down on the mattress and stared at the ceiling, tracing the stupid little pattern she found two hours earlier.
A voice of reason was the only excuse she had for not kicking his door in. She wanted to call him up and ask him if he had a solution for her wet panty problem but she didn’t think it would do her a lot of good. All she thought about was how he tasted. How his lust-filled eyes gazed over when she brought his cock to her lips and sucked every inch of his excitement in. He felt like a new experience and an old one all wrapped tightly into a perfect package.
Then, the bastard refused to return the favor.
How the hell did any man think a woman could give head and not need something in return? She choked back tears. She must’ve done it all wrong. He looked at her differently afterwards. Maybe she bit down too hard or maybe she shouldn’t have swallowed, maybe the act of it turned him off. What happened to the man who walked into her room searching for a place to park his hard dick?
Damn him. She felt like a slut.
She tossed and turned again.
A stupid cold hearted poker-playing virgin slut.
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He deliberately waited until he heard her door slam. He didn’t need to look into those big brown eyes first thing this morning. He saw them enough throughout the night. Every time he closed his own eyes, he opened them to hers in his dreams. When he woke up, his heart skipped with beats of acknowledgement just as a reminder of who slept in the other room. It was enough for now.
The day ahead was an important one. It cost ten grand to enter the contest and with any luck, by the end of the day, everyone left standing would walk away with some money, which meant they at least tripled their entry fee. He didn’t need to worry about it but he’d feel better when they made it to the cash. He wanted Audra to leave Las Vegas with substantial pocket change.
Max possessed enough Audra-knowledge to know she didn’t have ten grand to piss away. He discovered too much about her over the last several months and after paying a pretty fair price for a written report, he discovered the lovely Audra had a closet full of skeletons—lots of them. She was working to pay off her father’s old gambling debts, but in doing so she aligned herself with some of the most undesirable people in the gambling underworld. It would take a big win, he thought, to get her out of the clutches of old-time bookies who wanted to make her pay the debts left behind by her father.
He strolled over to the window and looked out at the Las Vegas desert. Damn. He wanted to make love to her but to get lost in those frightened eyes while burying himself inside of her—it couldn’t happen—not yet. He might as well give up the idea of a bracelet or even getting close enough to see a smudge on the gold if he fell hard for her now. And then there was the lingering possibility that it was already too late.
Releasing a deep breath he didn’t even realize he held, he walked over to the vanity in the bathroom. He stared at the man looking back at him. “Would it have been so wrong to take her to bed?” He moved away from his reflection and then back once more. “Yeah, it would’ve been wrong and you know it.” He shook his head and stepped back again for another glance. “And you’re not going to do it unless you plan on making something of it. She’s not a girl you fuck and leave.” Why in the hell was he talking to himself? Because she brought out the c
razy in him, the raw lunacy factor. That’s why he didn’t touch her. Correction, fuck her.
He cursed out loud. “Damn it, because she’s different and I know it! I’m sunk before I even get a chance to sink.” His perverted way of thinking about things allowed some comic relief and finally a chuckle. Well, I can’t do anything about it now, he thought. He went to the safe and unlocked it. Counting out two grand, he stuffed the bills inside his jacket. “Nothing except love her.” He slammed the safe shut and headed downstairs.
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She saw him walk in and felt her lungs threaten to collapse. The dealer waited patiently for her to play her hand.
“What’s it gonna be, sweetheart?” The man next to her smelled like two-day old booze. “You gonna make me wait to see how you gonna play it?” He tried to taunt her with his thick southern accent.
She tossed the cards in before she really thought about whether or not she should stay in the hand and with the gesture, promptly folded. It looked like a good time to go to the ladies room so she took the opportunity to stroll right past the arrogant man responsible for her slow and almost voluntary demise.
“Mornin’, Max.” Her tone chilled her so she hoped it was icy enough for him.
“Audra,” he nodded like he meant to let her pass but caught her wrist and held her there. His arm barely moved and she never saw him reach for her. They stood side by side. His closed grip secured her small bone enough to let her know he wasn’t going to let go until he said what he intended to say. He wore dark sunglasses and she couldn’t see his eyes. He didn’t offer to look at her or remove the glasses.
“Play it smart and you’ll be in the money by the end of the day.” He then let the glasses fall down to the bridge of his nose and he looked at her with cold, empty eyes. “Don’t fuck up your game just because you’re pissed at me. I’m not worth it.”
Her giggle escaped with the sarcasm stout and evident. “Baby, you’re not telling me anything I don’t already know.”