The Big Gamble

by M Andrews

  “I would be happy to.” She hands me Brooke’s shoes and a big bag of tacos. She says goodnight to Brooke and mouths a thank you to me before she heads back down the stairs.

  I slide my arm around Brooke’s waist helping to steady her wobbly legs. “Wow Brooke, did you drink an entire barrel of tequila? Nobody light a match,” I tease.

  “You’re so funny Brian,” she says pinching my cheeks between her fingers.

  Drunk Brooke is fucking adorable. I open the door of my apartment thinking it’s better she not be alone right now. I help her sit down at the kitchen table and hand her a bag of tacos then head to the kitchen to get her some water. “Did you have fun tonight?”

  “I had a freaking blast. And you were right, Lucky is fucking crazy but fun, though,” she slurs, taking a big bite of her taco. “As much fun as it was I missed you.”

  I smile to myself. She fucking missed me. I wonder what else I can get her to admit to in her drunken state. “You did, huh?”

  She nods yes and continues to demolish her taco. “Well, I missed you too,” I admit.

  “You did?” She grins from ear to ear.

  “I kinda like having you around.”

  “I love being with you too. You’re so sweet and funny and God you’re so fucking hot.”

  She takes out another taco from her bag and barely gets the wrapper off by the time it hits her mouth. I set her glass of water down on the table then I take a seat across the table from her. I watch quietly while she eats her food, her moans almost sexual as she chews.

  “God I fucking love tacos,” she mumbles.

  “Do you want me to leave you and your tacos alone?” I ask stifling a chuckle.

  “You’re such a comedian, Brian.” She giggles. “You know what would make these even better?”

  “Hot sauce?” I say cocking an eyebrow up at her.

  Brooke gets up from her chair and walks over to me then straddles my lap. I get a full view of the slit in front of her dress. Her gorgeous tits almost begging for my lips to be all over them. “They would be better if I was eating them while riding this throne of a jaw of yours.” She runs her fingers along my jaw and over my lips. She pulls her lip between her teeth and I can hear her breath deepen as she imagines what it would feel like to have my face buried between her thighs.

  “I’m tired of fighting it.” She finally speaks and my heart leaps into my chest. I pray she says what I’ve been dying to hear since I met her.

  “Tired of fighting what?” I ask in a whispered tone.

  “I’m tired of fighting with how much I want you. Brian, I want you to make love to me. I know you want to, I can feel it in the way you look at me.” She reaches behind her neck and starts to unhook her dress. But I grab her hands, stopping her.

  It’s been two years since she’d felt the touch of a man. Two years since she’s let anyone make love to her. I knew the moment she first uttered the words that I wanted to be the first man to touch her, to kiss her, to be inside her. I want to be the first man to make her come undone. But not like this. I don’t want her to regret the first time we have sex.

  “Not like this Brooke.” I bring her hands back down, keeping them in mine.

  “Come on Brian, I really want this,” she pleads, looking at me with those big blue puppy dog eyes.

  “I know you do and so do I, but when I fuck you for the first time, I want you sober. I want you to remember every caress of my hands, every kiss from my lips, every slow lick of my tongue across your pretty little pussy. I especially want you to know that the ache you’ll be feeling days after we fuck is because of me.”

  Brooke sucks in a ragged breath and her eyes begin to flutter. The next thing I know her body goes limp and she passes out against my chest. All I can do is shake my head. Seems about right.

  I scoop Brooke up into my arms and carry her to my bed and carefully lay her down. I gently sweep her hair to the side and lean in to softly kiss her forehead. I feel slightly relieved that she feels the same way about me. I just hope she doesn’t change her mind once she sobers up. I cover her up with my blanket and as I do, Lola jumps up onto the bed and curls up next to Brooke.

  “You like her, huh?”

  Lola lets out an agreeing bark.

  “I like her too.”

  I wake up to a warm tongue licking my face. Cracking open an eye, I see Lola sitting over me and begin to wonder how I ended up at Brian’s. Sitting up, I pull Lola into my arms, petting her behind her ears. “Hey, where’s your daddy?” I scan Brian’s bedroom trying to figure out what happened after I left the club. The last thing I remember is doing shots. Well, more like Lucky pouring tequila down my throat. Which explains the pounding headache.

  “Good morning sleepyhead.”

  I look up and see Brian walking into the room. He’s dressed in a white T-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips and he’s holding a glass of water in one hand and a bottle of Tylenol in the other.

  “Good morning, and how did I end up in your bed last night?” I ask, taking the water and popping a couple of Tylenol tablets into my mouth. “I’m dressed and I still have my panties on, so I’m assuming we didn’t have sex last night.”

  “It wasn’t for a lack of trying on your end. But I make it a point not to sleep with a woman who is unconscious. I’m a gentleman that way.” He smiles, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You don’t remember anything from last night?”

  Oh God, this is exactly why I don’t drink tequila anymore. It turns me into a horny monster. I can’t believe he put up with me last night. “It’s like blurred images. The last thing I remember is sitting at the bar and Lucky was pouring tequila down my throat.”

  “That sounds like a Lucky thing to do.” He chuckles.

  “I’m sorry for anything I said or did last night. I haven’t had that much to drink in a long time. Thank you for taking care of me.” I shyly grin, feeling completely embarrassed.

  “I couldn’t leave you alone. You were pretty far gone.”

  “Thank you it means a lot to me that you’re looking out for me.” If Brian gets any sweeter, I’m not going to be able to resist ripping off his clothes and fucking his damn brains out.

  “That’s what friends do for each other.” And that crooked smile makes an appearance. God, I love that smile. “You, by the way, have an odd fascination with tacos.”

  “Yeah, they’re kind of my go-to drunk food. When I was still living in Boston, my brother came home to find me drunk sitting in the middle of our front lawn chowing down on deep-fried tacos.”

  I look up at Brian and get a flash of me sitting on his lap trying to take my dress off last night and it all comes flashing back. In my drunken state, I was practically begging to have sex with him.

  Fucking Tequila. He probably thinks I’m even crazier now. I feel a wave of embarrassment wash over me and I need to get out of here.

  “I better go. I’ve worn out my welcome.” I set Lola down on the bed and start to crawl out from under the blankets. “Thank you for taking care of me last night and thanks for the Tylenol.”

  “Please don’t go.” Brian grabs my hand stopping me. “There’s something I need to talk to you about.”

  My heart begins to pound in my chest as another image of Brian telling me he wanted to fuck me flashes in my mind. His words ringing in my ears, “I want you to remember every caress of my hands, every kiss my lips.” And oh God. “Every slow lick of my tongue across your pretty little pussy.” And now my panties are feeling a bit damp.

  “What did you want to talk about?” I ask.

  “How about we talk after you take a shower and get some food in you. I’m making some omelets with bacon and coffee.” Damn it he knows I can’t resist coffee or bacon.

  “But I don’t have anything to change into.”

  “You can borrow one of my shirts.” He gets up from the bed and disappears into his closet returning holding his Seattle PD T-shirt and hands it to me. “Please stay.”r />
  “Okay, I’ll stay.”

  Brian’s face relaxes and he gives me a gentle smile before he heads back out to the kitchen to finish making breakfast. I look over at Lola, who has her little head tilted to the side at me.

  “He wants to be more than friends, huh?”

  She lets out a yip of a bark.

  “I do too, but I’m scared.”

  Lola climbs into my lap and nuzzles her face against my neck, like in her own way telling me not to be scared. I really want to be with Brian so badly, but I’ve only known him for a few weeks and the first week I hated him. How can I be having such strong feelings for someone I barely know? And what about Jake and the guilt I’m having about leaving him behind.

  Lola barks then lets out a low growl.

  “Okay, okay, I’ll stop overthinking it.”

  I’m losing it. I’m talking to a dog about my love life. I climb out of bed and head to the bathroom. Starting the water in the shower, I let it warm up while I slip out of my dress then slide my panties off. I step into the shower the warm water washes over me. Grabbing a bottle of shampoo, I flip open the top breathing in the fresh scent. It smells of him, and with that my hesitations begin to fade away and all that runs through my head is us on my couch sleeping in each other’s arms. My new safe place. I remember Lucy’s words from last night. I know Jake would want me to move on and be happy and Brian makes me happy. So whatever he has to say I’m going to be open to it.

  I finish up in the shower and try to tame my wet tangled locks and wipe off the last of the smeared mascara from under my eyes before slipping back into my panties and pull on Brian’s shirt. I head out to the kitchen with Lola following not far behind me. I’m feeling refreshed and ready to talk with Brian.

  Brian looks up from his phone just as I step into the kitchen, his face lighting up when he sees me. “Feeling better?” he asks as I take a seat at the table.

  In front of me is a beautiful plate of food. A ham and cheese omelet with bacon and fresh fruit, orange juice, and coffee. He went all out.

  “Much better. This looks positively delicious.” I smile, taking a bite of my bacon. I look over at his spot and his plate is empty. “Aren’t you having any?”

  “I will after my shower. You just sit and enjoy.” He pushes his chair back from the table then heads back to his bedroom.

  I dig into my breakfast and moan in pleasure at how good my omelet tastes. Damn this man sure knows how to cook. Just as I take my first sip of coffee, I hear Brian begin to sing in the shower. It sounds like he’s singing ‘Cherry Pie’ by Warrant. He definitely has good taste in music.

  A few minutes later I hear the water turn off and just as I look up I see Brian walk into his bedroom, drying his hair with his towel and he’s completely naked. No towel around his waist, nothing. He must’ve forgotten he left the bedroom door open. I can’t seem to pull my eyes away from him.

  It’s just a naked man, it’s just a naked man. Take a deep breath Brooke. It’s just a naked man. You’ve seen your share before. Just a naked man. I chant to myself, but who the hell am I kidding that man has the most amazing body I’ve ever seen. Get it together Brooke, and for God sakes stop staring you perve. Before I can peel my eyes away from him, he turns around and through the open bedroom door my eyes meet not so little Gamble.

  “Fuck me,” I whisper under my breath. Of course, he has a big thick beautiful cock. Explains all the screams of, “Oh God, I love your cock,” I used to hear through my walls at night.

  I squeeze my thighs together. An ache I haven’t felt in years begins to throb between my legs. My mind starts to wonder and I imagine what it would feel like to ride that big dick of his. Lost in my thoughts, eyes still locked on Brian’s gorgeous naked body, I don’t notice that Brian is watching me.

  “You see something you like there, Ace?”

  I snap back into reality and can feel my face burning red. He wraps his towel around his waist and starts walking toward me. I stand up from the table and meet him halfway in the living room. My mind is reeling and my hormones are in overdrive. I wanted to stay just friends for as long as possible but my need for him, my need to feel him on top of me, under me and inside of me is overtaking me. I think he can sense it too because the moment I step in front of him he slides his arm around my waist pulling me to him. I rest my hands against his chest. His skin is warm and wet and he smells so damn good.

  “Brian...” He places his fingers over my mouth stopping me from saying another word.

  “Brooke, I can’t do this. I can’t just be friends with you anymore. I can’t keep fucking fighting how much I want you.” He lets out a low growl from his chest. “Do you feel that Brooke?” He pulls me tighter against him and I can feel his desire for me pressing against my thigh. “This is what you do to me. It’s what you’ve done to me since that night you showed up at my door. I want you so fucking badly I can barely breathe.”

  I pull my lip between teeth. I’d known he wanted to fuck me, but I didn’t realize that he was feeling the same frustrations I was.

  “You’re all I can think about. When I’m asleep, I’m dreaming of you. When I’m awake I think about you, and fuck when I jerk off it’s you I see.” He lets out a small ragged sigh. “So please put me out of my misery and tell me what your body already has. I need to hear it, please,” he begs, his breath hot against my neck.

  My heart is beating out of my chest, my panties soaked with my need for him. I can’t deny it to myself or to him any longer. I need him more than I need air.

  “I fucking need you, Brian.”

  Our lips come crashing together in a deep heated kiss, his tongue tracing along my lips, begging for entrance. My lips part and his greedy tongue devours me, tasting every inch of my mouth. We kiss like we need each other to breathe.

  I pull away. Both of us breathing hard and panting. “Take me your bed,” I murmur, pulling him back to my lips.

  Brian lifts me up in his arms and wraps my legs around his waist. He carries me into his bedroom and gently sets me down on his bed. He takes a step back and I sigh at the loss of his touch.

  “Are you sure you’re ready for this? Because once I start I won’t be able to stop myself. I’ve wanted for this for too long.”

  “I want this more than anything.” I pull off my shirt, tossing it to the floor. Grabbing Brian’s hand, I pull him back to me and rip open his towel, letting it fall to the floor. “Make me feel alive again Brian.”

  With that Brian tangles his fingers into my hair, pulling my head back. His hot mouth trailing down my neck, licking and nipping at my delicate skin. He lays me back on the bed and hooks his fingers under the lace of my panties and slides them down off my hips. He brings them up to his nose, breathing in my scent before tossing them over his shoulder. He looks down at me with dark hooded eyes, sending a delicious wave of pleasure down between my legs.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, crawling over me.

  I can feel my whole body flush at his words. He dips down, kissing me softly. His rough fingers feeling gentle against my skin as he explores my body with his lips and hands. He trails feather light kisses down along my chest. Running his tongue between my breasts, he gently rolls my nipple between his nimble fingers while sucking the other into his mouth. Sucking and nipping at me. His touch igniting a fire I thought had long since died.

  He continues his exploration down my body, dipping his tongue into my belly button. Making every nerve in my body tingle as he runs his tongue along my hips. His morning scruff tickling along my inner thigh while he leaves a trail of hot kisses. He rests my legs over his shoulders and lets out an almost primal growl when he sees how wet I am for him. I’m practically dripping wet with need.

  My body nearly flies off the bed when his tongue gently strokes along my slit. “Oh God, Brian,” I softly moan. My hand moving down to his head, fingers gripping his hair. Holding him in place.

  He moves his tongue up and down my wet lips, worki
ng me open and before I know it his mouth is on me and his dangerously long tongue is pushing inside me. His face pressed between my legs. The sensation of his lips, his tongue, and his nose bumping against my clit is fucking mind blowing. It’s been so long since someone has eaten me out this good that I know I won’t last long. Brian grips my thighs keeping me steady as he begins shaking his head back and forth. His tongue tasting every inch of me.

  “You taste so fucking good, Brooke,” he growls. He spreads me open, rolling my throbbing bud between his fingers and blows a cool breeze of air along my hot flesh and I almost go off like a rocket.

  He continues his sweet torture, sucking and licking until I’m writhing and bucking against his mouth. Brian pushes two of his long thick fingers deep inside me, slowing pumping them in and out. His mouth covering my clit, tongue flicking, teeth grazing and all it takes is one last pump of his fingers and my orgasm rips through me and I’m coming all over Brian’s face.

  As I start to come down from my high, a wave of emotion begins to wash over me and the tears begin to stream down my face. Brian crawls back over me and his satisfied smile turns into a look of concern when he sees me crying.

  “Brooke are you okay?” He gently strokes my cheek.

  “I’m fine,” I reply giving him a reassuring smile. “These are happy tears. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this good it’s just a little overwhelming.”

  “Do you want to stop?” he asks, wiping the tears from my cheeks.

  I grab his wrist, pulling his hand away. “Please don’t stop. I want this Brian.”

  He places a gentle kiss on my lips then sits up and grabs a condom out of his nightstand. He tears open the foil and rolls the condom down his hard length. Climbing over me covering my body with his, the weight of him on top of me feels phenomenal. I’ve missed feeling the heaviness of a man. He softly kisses my lips as he guides himself to my entrance and pushes just the tip inside me. He laces his fingers with mine and brings our hands above my head then he presses his forehead against mine. His eyes locked on mine as he pushes further inside me until he’s fully seated. We fit perfectly together like we were made for each other.