Fantasy Friday (The Billionaires Temptations Book 5)

by Annalise Wells

  My mind goes back to Brooke…

  The cove had been magical for the both of us. As I pushed my hips hard against Brooke’s throbbing pussy, I felt myself joining her spiritually; it was more than just sex on the beach… our sex had meaning. She felt like an extension of myself, she felt like she was my other half. Even as Brooke had bucked wildly as my hard cock had been driven deep inside her, she pulled me closer. And her aroma filled my nose, and at that moment, it was like she was all around me.

  Brooke drew the animal inside me to the surface, the increasing tempo of my shaft filling her pussy, and her body had begged for more. The pounding rhythm had pushed her body to the limit. Sensations flooded through her body as her pussy had been stimulated past the point of no return.

  I had felt the same way, sensations had flooded my body as she had caressed my cock to bring me to a hard-iron erection. Brooke had found the most sensitive spots on my manhood and exploited the teasing, from the slit in my hard head, to the soft bit under the rim of my cock.

  My body had quivered and shook, but still begged for more, she also pushed me to the point where I had no choice but for my body to explode. The hot seed deep within my loins had flown from deep within me and spilled over deep inside her submissive body.

  We then embraced as lovers in the sun, not as a couple who had just fucked… but lovers. Real lovers. I wanted us to be like that for a very long time. She had meant more to me than any stupid card game.

  That was the way I was thinking now. I was not thinking of Brooke as another piece of fine ass that was good for a few hours. I was thinking of Brooke as a lover that was good for a lifetime.

  The dealer finally turns the fourth card. I watch the chips flooding in as the eager minds think they are onto a winner. I casually call. No need for them to know I was on a winner. The players stared more at each other. Mind games were going on, and they were trying to outsmart all the others around the table. I myself, find it much easier not to think about it, then no one can get to you. It is a simple methodology, and it seems to work for me.

  No matter what you thought the other player was going to do, you either had a good hand, or you didn’t; it was as simple as that. The only time that it required some extra thought was if you wanted to bluff. My hand is set for this round, so it didn’t bother me what the dealer turned for the river card, and from the other cards on the table, I was convinced that no one could beat four of a kind.

  The river card turns, and a few players fold, it is down to three. I wasn’t going to make a move, it was not my turn. He could take all night, I was in no rush. The result was going to be the same, that was unless he had a flush, or a royal flush… and from the cards that sat in front… that is highly unlikely.

  He sweats. “Call.”

  “Call.” The next guy says.

  “Raise,” I say.

  Another couple of grand, on top of what I had already thrown in was not going to break me. But, scooping that pot an extra few thousand off each of these guys, would be a great result.

  As expected, one folds. Now down to the two of us. It is too early for all in, way too risky.

  “Call.” The final player looks nervous.

  Time for the showdown. I guess the best he can opt for is a full house; a good hand, just not good enough.

  He turns his cards. There you go, a full house. I sigh and shake my head. I see the player's greedy arms stretch out as if to scoop all the chips. I turn my two cards.

  The player leans forward and looks at the cards the dealer dealt. He glances back at mine. “God-damn it. Four of a fucking kind,” he yells.

  I would usually smile, but fuck it, this is business. I give nothing. The dealer pushes all the chips over to me as they call for a break. Fifteen minutes to visit the bathroom or get another drink.

  Mikey sidles up to me at the bar. “You’re a cool motherfucker really,” he says.

  “It’s not about being cool or anything like it,” I reply, annoyed.

  “Yes, but you just sit there and keep them guessing and wondering… what will he do? I think you know, huh?” he says.

  “I don’t know why all players make it hard for themselves. It’s all bullshit, unless you bluff, and that really is bullshit,” I explain.

  “Don’t get fucking bluffing with my money, I see you are up by what, half a million?” Mikey asks, looking past me at the table.

  “Yeah, something like that,” I reply.

  “We just need the pots to get bigger,” Mikey says. “There are a couple of Russians who are just behind you,” Mikey says.

  “We are only on the second night, the secret is not to get knocked out, and stamina, that is the key.”

  “Do you have the stamina?” Mikey asks.

  “If you don’t pull a stunt like you did with Ingrid. Yes, I will have the stamina.”

  “Point noted, no more Russian pussy for you.”

  The dealer calls us back to the table. Just time for the last five hands and then the second night will come to a close.

  The cards are dealt, and we go through the same old, same old. Check, call, raise. It goes on and on. I lose a couple of hands, but I had gotten out early with no real losses. The last hand I thought I would just recoup what I had lost to keep Mikey happy. That was if luck was on my side.

  A fumble with my top button for luck. And now, I glance at my cards. It doesn’t seem much of a hand until the dealer turns the next three cards. Now it is interesting. I have a King and Queen of Hearts in my hand. Jack and Ten just turned by the dealer. This one is going to the wire. There are only two options and what are the chances? I need an Ace or a Nine of Hearts. Give me that then ‘wham’ a straight flush, or if I get the Ace, a royal flush.

  The dealer turns the river card. Thank you very much. I won’t be greedy; a straight flush will do me just fine for the last hand.

  That’s it. Night two well and truly under wraps. Mikey looks pleased, and I don’t really give a fuck. I just want to get back to Brent’s and sleep.

  “Alex, I just w…” Mikey starts to say.

  “Just button it, Mikey, I am going home.”

  “Running on auto-pilot can carry you through the most tiring times.”

  Brooke

  “Lay down thy body and be led into temptation.”

  I am not sure what actually went on last night. And I am not certain if I wanted anything to happen, now. Bell is lying next to me naked as a new born baby, and it feels really sensual.

  I can vaguely remember getting naked playing strip poker, and from the smell of the room, we had a bit too much to drink. That was easy to resolve, a few minutes cleaning up and leave the door open.

  The question is, what I should do with the arm that is laying across my chest, and with the hand firmly cupped around my breast. Do I wake her up, and push Bell away, or do I just go with it?

  Bell opens her eyes, and I think she just answered the question for me. She leans across and kisses me. I don’t want to seem cold and shallow, although thoughts of Alex make me slightly confused.

  To hell with it, it might just be a one-time thing.

  I lean back to Bell and brush my fingers through her hair.

  “About last night,” I say.

  Bell smiles and raises her eyebrows. “You mean unfinished business?”

  “I suppose I do.” I feel my body warming to her. She is deliciously beautiful.

  “If you don’t want to, I understand,” she says, very sweetly.

  “No, it’s not that at all, I do, I find it highly erotic,” I reply.

  Where the hell did that come from?

  I had been around women for the majority of my adult life. None had taken me in this direction, and then again, I had never felt like going in this direction.

  “Where is alcohol when you need it?” I ask.

  “You don’t need alcohol to enjoy anything, it only lowers your inhibition,” Bell says.

  I look down at her tattoo; the bright, vivid colors in total
contrast to the white bed sheets. I run my fingers over the dragon's tongue as it blows fire towards Bell’s breast.

  “This tattoo really defines your character,” I say.

  “Yeah, I am a mythical beast,” she replies. She smiles at me with bedroom eyes.

  Bell gently circles my nipple with the tip of her finger. I sigh for the first time. “You like that?” she asks.

  I nod.

  “Your skin is so soft,” she says as her finger flicks back and forward across my nipple.

  Bell leans forward, the tip of her tongue teases the nipple closest to her. I feel my bottom lip pull in between my teeth. I let out a deep breath as I run my fingers over the back of Bell’s head. Her long dark hair, silky to the touch. I brush it from her shoulder and kiss her on the neck. I feel like I am in a movie. It’s more than surreal and I want her so badly.

  Bell rolls onto her side, her leg gently slides between mine. I feel my warm pussy rubbing against her slender leg. I push my pussy harder against her leg as I feel Bell’s fingers running over my waist as her nails touch over my soft-skinned ass.

  She digs her fingers into my plump cheek and pulls my body forward. My pussy pushes harder against her leg as she lifts it up and down. Bell smiles and pushes me away. I look across as she begins to kneel. Bell lifts my leg and places it perfectly; gently over her shoulder. She straddles my other leg. I feel her body push against me as Bell grinds her pussy against mine.

  “Ooh,” I say as I begin to caress my plump breasts.

  Bell grinds her hips against mine, the moist lips of her pussy pushing against me.

  “Mmm,” I groan.

  Bell thrusts hard against me as I gyrate my hips, it feels nothing like a hard cock inside me, but fuck, it feels good. Bell reaches forward and squeezes my breast and fumbles with my budded nipple.

  She is fucking me as if she has a hard cock…

  Bell moans and groans. She tugs gently on my nipples and rubs her pussy harder against my own womanhood.

  “I want to taste you,” she murmurs.

  I lift my leg from her shoulder and roll flat on my back. Bell pushes my legs wide as I feel her tattooed skin rubbing against my inner thighs. Her head lowers, and I feel her spreading the lips of my wet pussy. I gasp out a moan and I feel breathless from her touch.

  Bell flicks her tongue over my exposed clit. I feel sensations filling the depths of my stomach as Bell flicks her tongue hard against my aching sex.

  “Oh, fuck, what a hangover cure,” I scream.

  I hear Bell giggle. She slides her fingers inside me. She drives her fingers with want into my wet pussy. I wriggle my hips with wild abandonment as Bell pushes her fingers deeper inside me. I feel her pushing my body further toward an incredible climactic moment.

  “Bell faster and harder, you are going to make me cum,” I squeal.

  Bell thrusts her fingers harder into the hot wet depths of my pussy. I caress my breast and find myself rubbing the silver cross that hangs around my neck.

  “Oh God,” I scream as my body shakes and quivers. I feel an eruption of sensations as Bell finally brings me to my glorious orgasm. She kisses me as I cum.

  “I wasn’t expecting that.”

  Bell slowly pulls her fingers from my pussy. I see her licking her fingers as she lays back beside me.

  I gasp for breath and tilt my head toward her. “I will do you when I am ready,” I say.

  “It’s okay, you satisfied me last night,” she says.

  “Did I?” I ask.

  “Oh yes,” she replies.

  “I can’t really remember.”

  “You felt dizzy and laid down, and then you had another go after a few minutes,” Bell says.

  “You scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours,” I say, laughing loudly.

  Bell giggles. “It’s something along those lines.”

  “Well, we better get ready, we have another long day ahead of us,” I say.

  “Don’t forget the water in the shower,” she says.

  “Go ahead, I want a cold one to wake me up,” I reply.

  “I thought I had just woken you up,” Bell says, hitting me with the pillow.

  “You know what I mean, cheap whiskey and pizza,” I say.

  I swing my legs from the bed and pick up my vest from the floor. I look at the mess we left from the night before.

  “You want cold pizza for breakfast?” I ask.

  “Not really, I think it would come back up,” Bell replies, truthfully.

  “I was thinking the same.”

  Bell walks to the bathroom and makes the most of the hot water. I pick up the half-eaten pizza and throw it into the dumpster outside. The fresh air blows in and the final traces of the stale beer and whiskey flow from the room. I stand outside and stretch in the early morning sun.

  I hear Bell walk from the shower. “Don’t stretch too much, you do know you have no panties on,” Bell says, laughing.

  I grab the bottom of my vest and stretch it over my legs and run back into the room. Gosh, how embarrassing.

  “What is the name of that casino we were told to check?” I ask.

  “Aces High,” Bell says as she drops her towel to the floor.

  “You ever been there?”

  “Never been inside, but I have passed it. It is pretty big,” Bell says.

  I sigh. “How the hell do we find someone with a name beginning with ‘B’ in a place like that?”

  “No idea, and we forgot to ask if Alex’s friend was male or female,” Bell adds.

  “Yaah,” I scream as I step into the shower.

  Bell laughs hysterically. “I did say it was cold.”

  “There is cold, and there is cold, this is way beyond. Christ almighty, any colder and it would have frozen,” I yell.

  “You wanted it to get rid of your hangover,” Bell says, chuckling from the bedroom.

  “I can hear you laughing, and it is not that funny,” I scream.

  “Don’t be such a girl and get on with it.” Bell is still laughing way too loudly for my liking.

  I quickly jump from the shower and grab a towel. I step into the bedroom and lay my clothes on the bed.

  “I hope we have some luck finding that person today,” I say.

  “Just keep rubbing your cross if that helps,” Bell says.

  “That’s just psychological more than anything,” I reply.

  “It isn’t if you believe in it,” she says. I shrug my shoulders and screw the side of my mouth up. “Do you believe in it? You know, The Bible and all that?” Bell asks.

  “I used to, but for the past twelve months, I am not so sure.”

  “What was it that has changed your outlook?” Bell asks, puzzled.

  “This and that, nothing really major. I just felt no one was listening,” I reply. I think drinking is not something that’s really very good for me. I feel gross, right now.

  “Why do you have a bible in your bag then?”

  I shrug my shoulders. “Maybe just a force of habit,” I reply, in truth.

  “Old habits die hard.” Bell smiles. I like her so much.

  “We are not back on that conversation again, are we?” I say giggling.

  “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and must forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness,” Bell says.

  “You know that chapter in The Bible?” I ask.

  Bell laughs, “No, I have watched Pulp Fiction a few times. Or maybe another movie with a similar theme.” We both laugh and all I can taste is whiskey and old pizza. Ugh.

  “Lay down thy body and be led into temptation.”

  Alex

  “Sometimes it is better to have no plan, than a plan that has flaws.”

  Brent comes walking through the door carrying a large bag of groceries. He glances at me and grimaces.

  “For someone who has a body like yours, you sure do eat a lot,” he says.

  “Only a few more days and I will be out of your hair. The money should be
available today, and the last card game is tomorrow,” I say.

  “Thank God it will all be over. It is a real pain in the ass. And I feel uncomfortable with that car sitting outside all the time.” Brent replies.

  I hold out my hand to Brent. He nervously holds his hand out to me. I drop some notes into his grasp. “I told you I would have some cash for you,” I say.

  “There is a thousand here, that is way too much.”

  “Don’t worry about it, I still have some spare,” I say.

  “You had this added to your debt?”

  “No, you won’t believe what Mikey had me do yesterday,” I say, now grinning.

  “I will believe it if you are concerned,” Brent replies, laughing.

  I sit at the table. “Well, one of the Russian’s brought his wife, and she wanted me,” I say.

  “You had to fuck a Russian mobster’s wife?”

  “No, she gave me an incredible blowjob, and I had to eat out her pussy,” I explain.

  “And she gave you cash for that?”

  I shrug my shoulders. “She gave me three-grand.”

  “She must have been ugly and hairy,” Brent adds.

  I shake my head. “Nowhere near, she was actually rather stunning,” I reply.

  “I don’t know how you manage to do it, even when you are covered in crap, you come up smelling of flowers.”

  “Either you have it, or you don’t have it,” I reply. I make a mock movie star pose.

  “Well you certainly have it,” Brent says.

  “Did you find out who the dealer is for the last night?” I ask.

  “Damn, you spoiled my surprise. I did.”

  “Come on. Tell me who it is.”

  “It is none other than Jenny,” Brent says.

  “Jenny for the last game?” I ask.

  “I know, it seems stupid, but this is no ordinary game,” Brent says.

  “Did you mention about changing places with her?”

  “She will, but she wants a fair chunk of change to do it.”

  “How much?” I ask.

  “Five-grand to change, and fifty if you win,” Brent replies.