The Big Gamble

by M Andrews

  He’s slow at first, drawing out every thrust. Pulling out and waiting until I can no longer take the emptiness, then thrusts inside me again. Filling me completely. He keeps me in his gaze, watching every flicker of pleasure flash in my eyes and devouring every moan of ecstasy that slips from my lips. Each slow deep thrust making me feel more and more alive.

  “You feel so good, Brooke,” he says in a whispered tone.

  Wrapping my legs around Brian’s waist he lets out a low growl as he slips deeper inside me. With each long deep thrust, I can feel that familiar fire building deep inside me.

  “That’s it beautiful, let me feel you come.” He groans picking up his pace and it’s not long before he sends me flying over the edge, screaming his name. My pussy is throbbing pulling him along with me. He moans and grunts as he comes and they are the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard.

  Brian collapses on top of me, nuzzling his face into my neck. Both of us breathing hard. I gently stroke his back and kiss the top of his head. I’m completely soaring. I’m feeling so alive and high on Brian.

  God help me, I want more.

  “Do you have to work today?”

  “No, I’m off for the next couple days, why?” he asks peaking his head up.

  I roll him onto his back keeping him firmly seated inside me. “Good because I’m not even close to having my fill of you.”

  I crack an eye open checking the time on my alarm, nine am. Thanks to a very insatiable Brooke, I’ve only gotten four hours of sleep. But it was the best four hours of sleep I’ve had in years. I roll over ready to feel my girl in my arms.

  My girl...Damn if that doesn’t sound good.

  Had anyone told me a month ago that I would let a woman sleepover at my apartment, let alone jump head first into a relationship with that woman, I would have told them they were a fucking idiot. But here I am ready to take the leap with Brooke.

  I reach out for Brooke, sadly finding her side empty and cold. I sit up looking around my room trying to find any sign of her. Could it be that yesterday was just a dream? No, it felt too damn real and I can still smell her all over me. That’s when it hits me the fresh scent of bacon and maple syrup wafting in from the kitchen. I smile to myself as I climb out of bed when I realize someone is surprising me with breakfast. I slip on a pair of boxers and walk out to the kitchen. Stopping dead in my tracks when I spot Brooke lying naked on my kitchen table with a plate of what looks to be pancakes, eggs and bacon sitting on her stomach and sliced strawberries placed ever so delicately over her nipples.

  “Good morning, handsome,” she grins, staying perfectly still.

  “Good morning, Ace. Did you make me breakfast?”

  “I sure did. I hope you like pancakes, eggs, bacon and me.” She softly giggles.

  “You spoil me, Ace.” I walk over to the table, leaning over and taking one of the strawberry slices into my mouth. Giving her pretty pink little nipple a nip before moving to the second berry, loving the squeals that escape from Brooke’s lips. I grab my plate of food and take my seat right between her legs and I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight of her beautiful pussy. Her lips already glistening with her sweet juices. I’ve eaten my fair share of pussy, but nothing compares to Brooke. Just the mere whiff of her desire and I turn into a ravenous animal. Her taste on my tongue and her screams of pleasure are a drug I can’t get enough of. I spent more time eating her out last night than actually fucking her. And if the scratches on my back are any indication, Brooke was loving every minute of it.

  “How are you feeling this morning, Ace?” I grab a slice of bacon, taking a bite and trying to fight my urge to dive face first into her delicious pussy.

  “A little sore but fan-fucking-tastic,” she says smiling from ear to ear. “How are you feeling?”

  “A little tired. My new girlfriend kept me up all night.”

  Brooke sits up on her elbows, a confused excited look on her face. “Girlfriend?”

  “That is what I wanted to talk to you about yesterday, but you distracted me,” I say wiggling my eyebrows at her. “I was going to ask you if you would try giving this whole relationship stuff a go with me.”

  “Are you serious? I thought you didn’t do relationships,” she replies.

  “I didn’t until you showed up at my door in your underwear. Looking all cute and pissed off.” I chuckle taking another bite of bacon. “Look, Brooke, I haven’t fallen this hard for anyone in a very long time. I feel so fucking fantastic when I’m with you. You get me like no one has before, and I just feel at home with you.”

  I watch the tears beginning to well up in her eyes. “I feel the same way, but I’m a little scared.”

  I climb up onto the table and pull her into my arms. “This scares the shit out of me too, but I want this more than anything. I want you more than anything. I know what you went through with Jake almost destroyed you, but I promise to be patient with you as long as you promise to be patient with me. I’m a little rusty at all this relationship stuff.”

  “I promise to be patient with you, Brian. As scared as I am about this, I’m willing to try if you are,” she says, smiling softly up at me.

  “Ace you have made me the happiest man alive right now.” I cup her face in my hands, kissing her tenderly. My heart is practically beating out of my chest. I’ve spent the last four years protecting the broken pieces of my heart and now here I am offering up what little I have left to Brooke. This is a huge gamble, but it just feels right.

  Brooke looks up at me with those big blue eyes. “Can I ask you something?”

  “You can ask me anything.”

  “What’s with Ace? Believe me, I like it better than crazy bitch, but why Ace?” she asks curiously.

  “That’s because my luck has changed for the better since you came into my life. You’re my lucky ace.”

  “Damn it, when did you become so sweet?” She pulls me back to her lips kissing me again.

  This is all new for me too. For some reason, it just comes so easy with Brooke. I start to lean her back down to the table ready to go for round probably eighty at this point, but she pushes me back.

  “Down boy. I slaved away making you breakfast and you’re going to eat it and get your strength up because we have a long day of fucking ahead of us.”

  “You’re a real slave driver, Ace.” I wink and slide down to my chair.

  “Guess that means I get to whip you later when you slack off on the job.” She softly giggles. “Now be a good boy and eat your breakfast, I made you a special syrup for your pancakes.” She reaches behind her head and grabs the bottle of syrup. She flips open the lid and I watch in wonder as she pours the sticky liquid down along her pussy. I pull my lip between my teeth when I realize when she said eat my breakfast, what she really meant was eat her and I was only too happy to oblige.

  I push my plate to the side and grab Brooke by the legs and pull her closer to the edge of the table. Her excited squeals only egging me on as I dive tongue first into her sticky wet cunt. The taste of maple syrup and Brooke driving me mad with hunger. I run my tongue over every inch of her sweet lips, sucking and licking off every last drop of syrup from her throbbing clit. Her hands are firmly planted in my hair, keeping in my place. Brooke’s squeals now turning to moans of pleasure as I eat out her perfect pussy.

  I feel her clenching around my tongue. My dick aching to be buried deep inside her. I stand up from the table and grab Brooke, throwing her over my shoulder. She squeals in delight as I carry her back to the bedroom, then throw her onto my bed and grab a condom from my nightstand.

  I slide off my boxers and go to rip open the condom, but Brooke stops me.

  “Allow me,” she says, a sultry grin pulling at her lips while she grabs the condom from my hand. I watch eagerly as she rips open the foil packet and slips it into her mouth.

  “So fucking sexy,” I say in a low deep growl.

  She slowly rolls the rubber down my hard length, gently sucking me as she pul
ls away. It takes everything I have not to ram my dick down her throat and fuck that pretty mouth of hers.

  “We will put this mouth to good use later, but right now I really need to be buried deep inside that tight little pussy of yours. Now get on your fucking knees and let me see that sexy ass in the air,” I demand.

  She does as she’s told and turns around, wiggling her gorgeous ass at me. I slam my hand down against her soft flesh, leaving my mark on her ass cheek. Guiding myself to her entrance, I fill her to the hilt in one giant hard thrust. We both cry out as she stretches around every inch of me. She’s warm and tight and fucking dripping wet. My tongue glides up along her spine. My hand fisting into her hair, rearing her head back exposing the tender flesh of her neck. I sink my teeth into her, leaving my mark so the world fucking knows she’s mine.

  “You feel me inside you, Brooke?” I pull almost all the way out then slam back into her. Her hands grip the sheets, hips pushing greedily back against me, begging for more. “That’s me claiming every inch of you. You are mine now Brooke.”

  Tuesday morning came way to fast. The past two days with Brooke were the best in my life. I was physically exhausted, but I felt like I could fucking fly. I was high on her and loving every minute of it.

  We’d spent most of the weekend fucking over every inch of my apartment. We only stopped long enough to eat, and only slept after passing out from pure exhaustion. It felt absolutely amazing to wake up with Brooke in my arms this morning, and I hated having to leave her to go back to work.

  “I can’t believe you’re leaving a beautiful naked woman in your bed to go to work.” Brooke crawls across the bed to me, wrapping her arms around my body and softly kissing down my neck.

  “Believe me I’d much rather stay here with you, but duty calls,” I say, reluctantly tying up the laces of my boots.

  “Can’t you stay for just a little bit longer?”

  “You are insatiable, Brooke McCoy.” I chuckle, standing up from the bed, straightening my tie.

  “It’s all your fault. You woke up the beast and now she hungry for Brian.” She looks up at me through her long lashes and biting her lip as her eyes devour me in my uniform.

  “Well, the beast can have all she wants of me after our date tonight.”

  “Date? You want to take me out tonight, like on a real date?” There’s that sweet sexy smile I love so much.

  “We kind of went from hating each other to friends to fucking. We kind of skipped the dating phase. I will warn you now, I’m a little rusty in the dating department so I apologize if our date is a little cheesy.”

  “I could go for a little cheesy. As long as I’m with you, I don’t care what we do.” She slides her arms around my neck and softly kisses me. I can already feel my dick stirring in my pants. I better get out of here now before I end up throwing her on the bed and taking her again.

  “I will pick you up at eight, after my shift. But now, I better go before I’m even later.”

  Brooke pouts and reluctantly wraps a sheet around herself and follows me out to my front door.

  “Have a good day at work dear.” She kisses me on the cheek then looks up at me with a smile, looking like the little wife sending her husband off to work. She’s so fucking cute.

  “Bye honey,” I tease back, then playfully smack her ass before heading out the door.

  Standing in my closet, I sift through the racks of clothes trying to find the perfect outfit for my date with Brian. I’m feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement. This will be the first real date I’ve had in years, and I’m not counting Peter, the narcissist. That night was a complete disaster, the only good thing that came from that date was me making the decision to move to Seattle. Which lead me to meeting Brian.

  After Brian left for work I spent the rest of the day dancing around my apartment, unable to wipe the goofy—I’d just had the best sex of my life—grin off my face. Don’t get me wrong Jake was phenomenal in the sack, but sex with Brian is fucking mind blowing. He did things to my body I didn’t think were possible. Just thinking about it is making my panties damp again.

  My sexy daydreaming is brought to a halt when I hear my phone ringing from my bedroom. I walk over to my dresser and pick up it up. My mouth drops open when I see my brother Hunter’s smiling face lighting up my phone.

  “Holy shit, he’s alive,” I cheer into the phone.

  “Hello, to you too Brookie.”

  “Hey, I was half expecting to hear from the U.S. Embassy that they’d found you smothered to death under a pile of hot Brazilian women.”

  “You got the pile of Brazilian women part right.” He lets out a hardy laugh.

  My brother Hunter is a smooth talking, tall, dark, and handsome, rich photojournalist. Who could get a woman to drop her panties with just a glance from his sapphire blue eyes. His nickname all through college was the panty dropper.

  “On a serious note, the reason why I’ve called is because I’m coming to Seattle at the end of June.”

  “Are fucking serious? Oh my God! I can’t wait to see you,” I squeal with excitement. I haven’t seen my brother since I moved to Seattle nine months ago. He’s been working with Travel magazine taking beautiful pictures and sleeping with women all over Europe. I’ve missed him like crazy. Hunter and I have been incredibly close since our mom died, we only had each other after that. My dad did the best he could for us, but he was gone a lot. Being a detective for the Boston PD kept him away from home. So Hunter stepped up and took care of me. He was the one that comforted me when I had nightmares. Took care of me when I was sick, and put too ‘friendly’ boyfriends in their places. He was like a second dad to me.

  “I can’t wait to see you, Brookie. I’ve missed you Peanut.”

  “I’ve missed you too.”

  “All right before you get all misty, tell me how Seattle is treating you?” he asks changing the subject. Knowing how emotional I tend to get when we go more than a month without seeing each other.

  “Seattle is treating me very well. I’ve made a few friends, I’ve started writing again and…” I pause taking a deep breath before mentioning Brian, “I met a guy.”

  “Well, that explains why you sound more like the old Brooke. So who’s this guy?”

  I feel the butterflies beginning to flutter in my belly and I’m smiling from ear to ear. Feeling like a fucking teenager who’s just been asked out by the star quarterback. I start to tell Hunter about Brian and how we didn’t have the

  best of first meetings. Which, of course, he immediately launches into laughter when I get to the part about me showing up at Brian’s door half naked. Once I get to the part about Brian being a cop, the butterflies suddenly turn into knots and the annoying voice in my head chimes in making me question if getting involved with a cop is such a wise idea.

  “Do you think I’m just setting myself up to get hurt again?” I say with a sigh.

  “Why, because Brian slept around?”

  “No, because he’s a cop.”

  “What does that have to do with anything?” he asks.

  “Look what happened to Jake, and he was just an investment banker. Brian’s a cop and puts himself in the line of fire every day. What if I go all in with Brian and something—”

  Before I finish my sentence, Hunter interrupts me. “Brooke you’re overthinking this. You never used to doubt any decision you’ve made…ever. I know it’s because of what happened to Jake. Look all relationships come with risks, some are higher than others, but when you love the person enough you have to be willing to take that risk. From what I hear you are crazy about this Brian guy. I haven’t heard you this happy in such a long time. So my advice to you is to stop worrying about the what ifs and focus on how he makes you feel.”

  Hunter’s right I’ve never second guessed myself so much before. I’ve always listened to my heart and now that Jake was gone I was letting my head get in the way. Brian’s listening to what his heart is telling him and he’s willing to hand me
his heart without question. So why am I having such a hard time letting go of my own? I want to be with Brian so bad, but now it’s just a matter of telling my head to shut the fuck up and let my heart do all the talking.

  “I’ll try, I promise. I like Brian so much I don’t want to ruin it by overthinking.”

  “You’re braver than you think, Brooke. I know you can do it. I have to go, take care and I call again soon. I love you Brookie.”

  “I love you too, Hunter.”

  I hang up with Hunter and take a few deep breaths. When I close my eyes, that’s when Brian’s crooked smile comes into view and I feel my heart skip a beat. I focus on that smile and the warm feeling it sends through my body. I stay quiet for a moment trying to hear what my heart is trying to tell me. In my head, I can hear Brian’s words saying how much he wants to be with me and my whole body relaxes and I start to feel at peace again. Being with Brian just feels so right, now I just needed to convince my head what my heart already knows.

  Promptly at eight I hear a knock on the door. Brian’s right on time. The butterflies begin to flutter again as I give myself one last look in the mirror. I smooth out my favorite blue strapless dress with the little pink roses that hits me at mid-thigh. Giving Brian a perfect view of my legs and easy access to little Brooke if the mood strikes him. I kept my makeup simple with a touch of blush pink lip gloss to top it off. I left my hair down in loose curls. I grab my jacket and my purse and head for the door.

  Opening the door, I’m greeted by a smiling Brian. Damn that crooked smile. I almost want to say screw the date and just pull him into my apartment and have my dirty way with him. But I stop myself knowing there will be plenty of time for that later. He’s dressed in a pair of jeans and a white Henley shirt with the sleeves pulled up just below his elbows, showing off the veins in his forearms. God, I just want to run my tongue along those veins while he pounds into me.