The Big Gamble

by M Andrews

  I can feel my face flush and my fingers stumble along my clay bowl, warping the rim. I let out a soft sigh. “He’s fucking amazing. Like mind-blowingly good. Sex with Jake was always great. He was into the whole bondage scene and that was fun and all. But God, sex with Brian is so fucking intense. And I can’t keep my hands or my mouth off of him.” I pinch my thighs together, feeling the heat beginning to pool. Just talking about him gets me all hot and bothered. “We can’t go five minutes without wanting to climb on top of each other. We went for a ride on the Ferris wheel on our first date. The damn thing got stuck, and so to kill the time while they fixed it we fucked in our dark little pod.”

  “No fucking way!” Lucky’s hands fumble from her shock making her clay pot rip into pieces. “You fucked on the Ferris wheel? Brooke, you’re an adventurous little minx. I haven’t even fucked on that yet.”

  “And we also did it at his precinct,” I said wincing my face. “I couldn’t help it, he’s been working the night shift and I’ve been so fucking horny. Not even my vibrator can get me off like Brian can.”

  “Damn Brooke, I’m liking you more and more.” Lucky flashes me an approving sideways grin. “I’ve always wondered this…so uh, how’s Brian in the penis department?”

  I pull my lip between my teeth. My breathing growing deep and shallow, breasts heaving under my apron as I picture Brian’s big beautiful perfect cock. “It’s the most stunning, long, thick, perfect cock I’ve ever seen.” I softly moan. My mind wandering back to this morning. Me on my knees sucking his delicious cock. I love the way he tastes and the way he feels in my mouth. I feel myself starting to get a little too overheated and I splash a little water on my face.

  “Lucky, I’ve seen Brian naked before and let me tell ya, Brooke is one very lucky girl,” Lucy chimes in. And Lucky and I both glare over at her.

  “When have you seen Brian naked?” we both ask in unison.

  “It was at our high school graduation party at my house. I accidentally walked in on him while he was changing into his swimming trunks,” she says matter-of-factly. “He has nothing on my Colton.”

  “Oh, here we go again.” Lucky rolls her eyes and goes back to trying to fix her clay pot.

  “My Colton was a ten-inch dream machine. The first time we had sex he had to go down on me for like an hour to get me relaxed enough to take a dick that big.” Lucy looks longingly at her clay statue and I think I might need to take it away from her before she jumps on top of it and takes it for a test drive. “That’s one of the things I miss about that man. I haven’t found any man that can come close to Colton in that department.”

  Wow! This is the most Lucy has divulged about Colton since we met. All she’d told me was that he was in the Army and that he died when the bomb he was disarming went off.

  Note to self—Get Lucy hammered more often.

  “I miss those big browns of his. His sweet little dimples when he smiles and the way he’d pull my hair and call me his dirty little buttercup when we fucked.” She lets out a heavy sigh and starts seductively running her hands up and down her bowl that looks more like a penis statue. The two men sitting next to her watch her in wonder and probably wish she was doing that to them. She looks over at the two men, still working her clay up and down. “So boys, how are those bowls coming along?” She winks and just then her clay statue limps over in her hands. “Well, that’s disappointing.” She pouts, holding the lifeless clay in her hands.

  I like drunk Lucy.

  Lucky and I help Lucy into her bed covering her up as she passes out. I leave her a glass of water on the nightstand. I give her a light kiss on her forehead then head downstairs to make sure I have everything I need for Lola while we’re gone. Lucy volunteered to watch Lola while Brian and I are gone. I reach the bottom of the stairs and find Lola cornering Lucky in the kitchen, growling at her.

  “Lola, no!” I shout. “Leave Lucky alone.”

  “That damn ankle bitter is fucking crazy.” Lucky gives Lola the evil eye as she toddles off to her bed by the fireplace.

  “She’s a good girl, she just has issues with people sometimes.” I kneel down to Lola and give her a few rubs behind her ears. “You be a good girl, Lola. No biting poor Lucky, okay?”

  “So is drunko finally passed out up there? I can’t believe you’re leaving me here with princess drinks-a-lot and horn dog Ryder all week.” Lucky groans, opening the fridge and grabbing a beer.

  “You’ll be just fine, Lucky. Lucy needed to let off a little steam. You would too if you were a single working mom.” I give Lola a kiss on the top of her head then stand back up to finish unpacking Lola’s food and bowls. “Let Lucy know I put Lola’s food in the pantry and we’ll be back next Sunday night. I better go, Brian will be getting up soon.”

  I start to head for the door when I hear Lucky mumble something behind me. “What was that Lucky?”

  “Before you go there’s something I want to say to you.” She looks down at her hands, twisting her fingers. “I’m shitty with emotions and telling people how I feel so bear with me for a sec.”

  Quiet, shy Lucky, this is a first.

  One thing Lucky’s good at is expressing herself. It’s strange to see her struggling to find the right words.

  “What is it Lucky?”

  “That day at the lake I wanted to tell you how much you mean to me since you’ve come into my life. But again feelings are hard for me to convey so I keep my mouth shut. I know I bust balls and crack jokes and tease you sometimes, but you really have become one of my best friends and I’m so glad you and Brian have found each other. He’s been lost and hurting for so long, I’m glad to finally see him happy with you.”

  “Wow, thanks, Lucky. That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.” I start to tear up a little at her words. I knew under that hard exterior she has a heart of gold.

  “Okay, don’t start getting all mushy on me. I don’t do tears either. Now suck it up and go enjoy your week of hot animal sex.” She slaps me on the ass then ushers me out the door.

  There’s the Lucky I know and love.

  “Is this all you are bringing?” I ask taking the small black backpack from Brooke so she can lock her door. I’m used to traveling with my sister and my mom, who would bring everything in their closets for a three-day trip

  “I only packed what I really need and figure with you around, I won’t be needing much clothing.” She smiles at me over her shoulder. Damn right she’s not going to need much clothing. If I have my way, she’ll be naked all the time.

  “Where’s your stuff?”

  “I keep an extra set of clothes at the cabin just in case I ever need to get away. Well, since you packed light we can take the bike I’ve just finished restoring. I’ve been dying to take her out on the road.” I slide my hand into Brooke’s and we head down the elevator to the garage.

  “You restore vintage bikes?”

  “It’s been a hobby of mine since I was fifteen.”

  As soon as we reach the far corner of the garage where I store my bikes Brooke’s hand slips from mine. She stares intently at the black and red motorcycle, running her fingers along the leather seat and up along the eyebrow tank.

  “Is this a 1969 Triumph Bonneville?” The moment the words slip from her lips, I feel myself getting a little hard. Not only is she smart, beautiful and great in the sack, she also knows about classic motorcycles. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.

  “It is. It took me three years and a lot of late nights to bring this old girl back to life,” I say with a prideful smile. “How do you know about vintage bikes?”

  “My brother’s best friend in college collected vintage bikes and he used to take me for rides when they’d come home for the summer.”

  “I bet he gave you quite the ride,” I reply feeling a pang of jealousy. I slide Brooke’s backpack on and climb onto the leather seat.

  “Hey, it was nothing like that. He was twenty-one and I was sixteen. He was just being nice to me
. Besides even if I was old enough he still wasn’t my type.”

  “Oh yeah, and what is your type?”

  “Hot police officers named Brian Gamble.” She winks and climbs on behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist.

  The roar of the engine echoes through the quiet garage. Brooke’s arms squeezing me tighter as we pull out into traffic.

  An hour and a half later we pull onto the ferry. I follow Brooke to the front of the ferry. The boat’s pretty packed with tourists and weekenders heading to the islands. We find a quiet spot by the railing with a perfect view of the sun setting in the distance. This is the first time I’ve brought anyone to my place on Orcas Island. This is my sanctuary, my place to escape the world and where I can be alone. It’s the first time in years, I don’t want to be alone. I want to share this place with someone. I want to share it with Brooke.

  Brooke’s quickly becoming a first in a lot of things for me lately. The first woman to call me out on all my shit, the first to sleep in my bed and the first I’ve said ‘I love you’ to and really mean it. I’m looking forward to seeing what other firsts are in store for us.

  “It’s so bonkers beautiful out here,” Brooke finally breaks the silence.

  “Not as beautiful as you.” I slide my hands around her waist and softly kiss her cheek.

  “When did you become so sweet?” she asks, reaching her hand back and running her fingers through my hair.

  “You must bring it out in me.” I dip my head down, lips ghosting over her neck and I whisper, “I can’t wait to get you to my cabin and into my bed. I’ve been aching to be inside you all fucking week.” A satisfied grin pulls at my lips when I hear her take a deep breath. The little hairs on the back of her neck standing on end with anticipation. I love the effect I have on her, barely even touching her and her body’s already springing to life.

  The ferry arrives at Orcas Island. We climb back on my bike and drive along the hilly road that leads up to my cabin. The headlight illuminates the tiny red barn cabin as we drive up. The cabin is nestled among tall evergreen trees and the front windows look out onto the East Sound.

  Climbing off my bike, I grab Brooke’s hand and lead us up the stairs to the front door. I open the door, letting Brooke step inside first. Flipping on the kitchen light, I watch as Brooke gets a lay of the land. In the back there’s the bedroom and the bathroom, then a small living room that opens to the kitchen. It’s small, but it suits me just fine.

  “I know it’s a little small.”

  “It’s perfect, Brian.” She turns to face me, giving me her sweet smile.

  “You really like it?” I set her bag on the couch and step closer to her, sliding my arms around her.

  “I love it. It could be an old rundown shack and I’d still love it because you’re here.” She grins, wrapping her arms around my neck she gently kisses me. I lift her up in my arms and carry her into the bedroom and set her down on her feet. I’ve been waiting all week to get her all to myself and I can’t wait a minute longer.

  She pushes me down onto the bed then takes a few steps back. Kicking off her pink Chucks then she turns her back to me and pulls off her shirt. She looks over her shoulder, a sultry glint in her eyes as she unhooks her bra, slowly sliding down the straps and then tossing it over her shoulder—it lands over my head. I press the lace against my nose, breathing in her sweet intoxicating scent. I can feel my dick already straining against my jeans.

  I hear the slow sound of the zipper on her pants. She teases me by slowly sliding them down, bending at the hips giving me an excellent view of her gorgeous ass. As soon as she steps out of her jeans I grab her by the hips and pull her into my lap. “Such a fucking little tease,” I growl into her ear, grinding her hips against me letting her feel how hard she’s making me. I slide a hand between her legs, gently stroking her through her already damp panties. “So fucking wet. I bet you’ve been thinking about my dick fucking this tight little pussy of yours all day, huh?”

  A whispered ‘yes’ escapes her lips, her head dropping back against my shoulder. Hips grinding harder with need. My lap now wet with her desire. She’s so fucking ready for me, but I’m not quite ready to give her what she wants just yet.

  “Lay on the bed and take off your panties,” I order.

  She does as she’s told and climbs onto the bed and slides off her panties and tosses them at me, giving me mischievous little grin. “Such a little brat!” I pull my shirt over my head. Brooke watches me undress with hooded eyes, a hand finding its way to her wet little cunt. Fingers circling along her clit as I slide off my jeans. She looks so damn sexy.

  “I don’t remember giving you permission to touch your pussy.”

  “You didn’t,” she says giving me a cocky grin. “What are you going to do about it, Officer?” she challenges.

  I walk over to my closet and pull out my spare set of handcuffs. Brooke’s eyes widen as I dangle the cuffs over her. I grab her hands reaching them high above her head and slap the cold metal cuff over her left wrist, forcing a gasp from Brooke. I weave the second cuff around one of the metal posts on my headboard then latch it around Brooke’s right wrist.

  Brooke twists her wrists and lets out a squeal of excitement. “Now that should hold you, naughty girl.” I grin down at her. My head dips down kissing and licking a trail down her neck. Running my tongue over her perfect pink nipples, gently biting each one and forcing sweet moans of pleasure from Brooke’s lips. I move down her body tasting every inch of her soft curves. Oh, how I’ve missed her body. Ghosting by where she wants my mouth the most, I grab her left ankle bringing her leg up placing feather light kisses along her calf.

  Brooke’s moans turning to giggles when I gently stroke the underside of her knee. Someone’s ticklish—will have to remember that for later. Moving down her inner thigh, Brooke’s greedy hips arching up begging for my mouth to be on her juicy wet cunt. Instead, I pin her legs down and run my middle finger down along her dripping wet slit, circling her throbbing aching bud.

  Brooke’s hands strain against her restraints. Her chest heaving in rhythm with her deep haggard breaths. She looks so fucking sexy cuffed to my bed, spread open, dripping wet and begging for me. Circling her opening with the pad of my finger, her hips buck against my hand.

  “Brian, please I need you,” she pleads.

  “Tell me what you want, Ace.” I swirl the tip of my finger inside her.

  “I want your cock. Please Brian, I fucking need it.”

  “Since you asked so nicely,” I growl. Pushing her legs wide with my knees, I grip the base of my cock and push just the tip inside her. Her greedy cunt squeezing around me. I pull out and tease her opening before pushing inside her again, just giving her an inch more.

  Brooke is writhing and begging. Hips rolling, desperate for more. Hands pulling even harder at the cuffs, her body desperate for release. I continue my sweet torture, inching inside her then pulling out until she’s screaming for me to make her fucking come.

  “I fucking love when you beg.” I grip her hips and thrust deep inside her, finally giving her what she wants, what she needs. She’s so tight and wet, I could almost come just from her pussy throbbing with need around me. I begin to work myself in and out of her, watching as my cock comes out covered in her sweet juices then disappears back inside her.

  Her tight little pussy is milking me for every last drop I have to give her. Enveloping her body with mine, fingers lacing with hers. Pressing my forehead to hers, I hold her in my gaze while I draw out every thrust wanting this moment to last forever.

  Brooke’s eyes flutter closed. “Open your eyes, Brooke. I want to see you come. You look so beautiful when you come.”

  With each deep thrust, the fire begins to build deep inside me. And I can feel Brooke pulsating all around me, moaning and chanting my name like a prayer, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

  “So damn beautiful.” Sliding my arms under her, I hold her tight against me. I can feel the
emptiness I’d been feeling all week fading away as we make love, reclaiming each other. Brooke’s head rolls back as she finally let’s go, each pulse and squeeze of her pussy pulling me right along with her.

  I lay on top of her, still holding her in my arms, not wanting to let her go but I know she’s ready to get out of those cuffs. I reluctantly pull out of her and grab the key to the handcuffs unlocking her wrists, kissing and rubbing each wrist then pulling her into my arms. It feels so fucking good to have her back in my arms where she belongs. It makes me feel whole again.

  The morning sun begins creeping in through the windows filling Brian’s bedroom with a soft glow, stirring me awake. I find Brian’s head nestled on my right breast and his hand firmly planted on my left breast. I can hear his sweet, satisfied moans as he sleeps peacefully snaked around me. He’s so damn cute. My sexy alpha cop reduced to mush by my amazing rack. I giggle to myself, giving him a gentle kiss on the top of his head.

  Running my fingers through Brian’s hair my mind wanders back to last night and I feel a slight ache in my wrists. Lifting up my left hand, I notice a faint red line circling my skin and a familiar ache building between my legs remembering being cuffed to the bed and Brian torturing me in the most delicious way possible.

  He can cuff me to the bed anytime.

  Brian rubs his face along my breast before looking up at me with those gorgeous sparkling brown eyes. “Good morning, Ace.” He grins, placing a kiss on my each of my nipples.

  “Good morning, baby. Did you sleep well?” I ask with a sigh as he flicks his tongue across my nipple.

  “I slept amazing, but I always do when you’re in my bed.”

  Brian shifts his weight over me, nestling between my legs rubbing his hard length along my growing wet slit.

  “What’s on the agenda for today?” I softly moan.