The Gamble: A Novel

by Xavier Neal

  Shutting off the shower, I wrap my towel around my body, and move towards the mirror to give my virgin face one last good luck.

  I'm sure I'll wear freshly fucked pretty well.

  “Alexxa,” Luca calls from the other side of the closed and locked door.

  Yeah, there was no way he would've given me seven minutes alone. He tried to open the door after two. Told you. I know him too well sometimes.

  “What?”

  “Have you seen my clothes? I forgot to grab a fresh pair out of my trunk and need to go grab 'em.”

  “They're in the wash.”

  “You're washing my clothes?”

  Ruffling my wet hair dry with another towel, I snip, “You're bitching because I'm doing your laundry?”

  Silence settles between us.

  Exactly.

  I toss the hair towel to the side, let out one final deep breath, and open the door.

  “You do know this means it'll be a later dinner than we planned.”

  “I was thinking we order in...”

  Luca leans back onto his palms from the edge of my bed. “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  His eyes roam across my body so forcefully it feels as if it's his fingers. “Why's that?”

  It's now or never right?

  I give the edge of my towel a small yank and it falls to the floor. “Because you're gonna make me too sore to get out of bed.”

  He groans, “Challenge accepted.”

  The moment I'm in front of him, I gently push him backwards, and straddle his lap. “But you don't know all the details yet.”

  “I know the important ones.” Luca folds his hands behind his head and smirks. “You being naked. Me making you sore. Pretty sure I can handle it.”

  Slightly nervous, I bite the side of my bottom lip.

  Noticing the action, Luca tilts his head in curiosity. “Unless I'm...wrong. But you are naked.”

  His playful tone causes me to smile.

  “And you expect to be sore...”

  Worst detective ever. Glad he sticks to sports.

  “Isn't that natural after your first time? To be sore?”

  Luca's jaw cracks open, but he doesn't answer.

  Too blunt? It's not like I told him to flat out fuck me. Hell, even if I had he would've probably responded the same way. Holy shit! I think I just stunned him into silence....so it can be done. Good to know.

  I impatiently wait for a response. After several long, grueling seconds of quiet, I try to lead the conversation, “Now would be the part where you say something dirty then kiss me and proceed.”

  His eyebrows twitch almost in confusion.

  “Proceed means to continue. To move forward.”

  “I know what proceed means,” he states in an even tone.

  I try to smile. “Oh, so you're not broken.”

  Rather than continue the ludic conversation, he shifts back to the original track, “You...you want us to have sex?”

  “Was kinda hoping for more excitement.” This time when he doesn't smile or laugh, I scold, “Or at least a fucking smirk. What the hell is wrong with you?”

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” He bites back and sits up, arms flying around me. “That's all the notice I get?”

  Now the baffled one, I gripe, “I'm sorry? What did you want me to do? Fax you a fucking memo? Pencil it in with your coach? Mark it on your goddamn Google calendar?”

  Luca lets out a small sigh. “A decent chance to not fuck this up was all I meant.”

  Still confused, I wrap my arms around his neck and say, “Luca, fucking is what you do best next to basketball and soccer...or at least that's the way the legend goes.”

  He fights the urge to smile.

  “How could you possibly screw this up?”

  All of a sudden an enamored expression settles on his face. He pushes my hair behind my ear. “It should be special or some shit. You waited this long, you should probably have fucking candles or old Usher playing or something.”

  A sweet smile slips on my face. “You mean like 'You Got it Bad' Usher or 'My Way'?”

  “First one,” he nervously chuckles. After a moment the tension fades and he says, “I don't have any of that shit on me. Or at the apartment for that matter. Fuck I don't even have rubbers.”

  The last sentence stuns me. “You don't have any condoms? You carry a box in your car.”

  “I used to carry a box in my car.”

  I don't hear the difference...

  “When we started going out....I um...I stopped.”

  In a barely audible voice I ask, “Why?”

  “We agreed not to share. So what the hell would I need 'em for?”

  “For this moment right now!”

  “Didn't I just say I assumed I'd get a bigger heads up?”

  Giggling, my forehead drops against his. “You're amazing, you know that?”

  “I feel like a fucking moron, right now,” he grumbles. When I lift my head up he sighs, “Look, Alexxa if you wanna do this, we can. I mean, I'm all fucking in, but we don't have to. You suck a mean cock and I eat a mean pussy. I'm cool with keeping it that way if that's what you want. Don't feel like you have to fuck me to keep me. You-”

  I mesh our mouths together to cut off the end of his sentence. Immediately, he grips me tighter, his towel covered cock knocking against the very area I want it buried in. He attempts to keep the kiss slow, obviously still unsure.

  Wow. This is probably the first time he's ever acted like this.

  Pulling my lips from his, I whimper, “I want you to fuck me rotten, Luca. Not this weird I have a conscience bullshit. If I didn't wanna have sex with you, I wouldn't have brought it up.”

  He thinks to himself for a moment before he says, “I'm still not packin'.”

  “You haven't fucked anyone else since your test?”

  “No.”

  “Swear?”

  “On my love of all fucking sports.”

  “Well, if you haven't been with anyone else and I'm rocking an untamed area...”

  A carnal growl vibrates through him.

  “I've got birth control covered so why not just go without one?”

  He shoots his eyebrows up. “Raw dog?”

  “Everything sexual has some sort of fucked up name, doesn't it?”

  Luca laughs and nods. “Yeah. Pretty much.”

  “You've never-”

  “Never even considered it. I'm in no rush to have my dick fall off because I wasn't smart enough to wrap it before I tap it.”

  Such a poet. Shakespeare would be proud.

  “Then you be my first,” I slowly say, giving his bottom lip a lick. “And I'll be yours...Deal?”

  He softly agrees, “Deal.”

  Luca's hands slide up around my waist as our lips drift back together. With the blinding fierceness I've come to love and rely on, Luca's tongue enslaves mine receiving very little resistance. In wave after wave of pure erotic torture, he tugs me along luring me to the edge of an orgasm without even adding his hands to the mix.

  I refuse to come from being kissed. Absolutely fucking refuse.

  His touch finally feathers one nipple and then the other. My lips fumble off to eject a moan that refused to be stifled any longer. “Luca...”

  “God, I fucking love when you say my name,” he compliments, voice hot and heavy.

  Luca's teeth take up the task of teasing my neck until I repeat the sexual noise. “Could we....you know...”

  On one final bite, he draws back and asks with a cocky grin. “Can't wait another minute to get my cock inside of you?”

  His ego is never coming down after this, is it?

  I prepare to snap when it lightly brushes my clit, bare skin to bare skin.

  Where the fuck did the towel go?

  My whimpering is received with a tempestuous growl, “Fuck Alexxa. What did I say about that sound?”

  “Um....do it?”

  He bites down on his bottom lip at t
he same time his dick caresses my clit again. After a long, controlled exhale, he states, “I'm gonna lie back and let you slip me in.”

  Panic doesn't hesitate to rip through me. “Are you fucking crazy? You don't let the virgin drive!”

  Luca slightly demurs before he says, “That's the only way I'm gonna stop myself from fucking you in half.”

  A mixture of fear and excitement thrum through me alike.

  “It's gonna hurt enough without me pounding away at your incredibly...tight...little...pussy....” the sentence drags on as he admires the destination. Luca flops backwards and grumbles, “Fuck, I'm gonna have to run practice drills in my head to prevent from coming too soon.”

  Proudly I smirk. “Can't have you ruining your reputation.”

  He slightly lifts himself back up. “Fuck my reputation. I can't have myself ruining this for you.”

  The extended act of care has my heart tugging to tell him how I feel before we go any further. But I don't. Instead I swallow it down like a handful of nails and move my straddled position. With his cock in my slightly shaky grip, I ask, “And just...slide it in?”

  There's a jumbled stuttering. Eventually he answers, “Slide it to your entrance and then ease yourself on it. It's gonna fucking hurt or at least that's what I'm told, so go slow. Take all the time you need.”

  I angle his cock through the slickness and force it inside.

  That whole rip off a Band-Aid in one go is more my style if you haven't figure it out yet.

  Though the pain is severely sharp and highly uncomfortable, I attempt to relax.

  “Fuckin' hell,” Luca rumbles, his hands pinned to my hips. “Didn't I just fucking say to go slow?”

  “Wasn't that just a suggestion?”

  “I suggest not moving unless you want me to completely embarrass myself.” Tempted I prepare to move when his grip tightens. “That's fucked up, Alexxa.” After a short giggle from me and another exhale from him, he softly declares, “It's never felt this fucking good before.”

  Probably the lack of condom, but fuck it. I'll take what I can get.

  “Can I move now?”

  He shuts his eyes and nods.

  Slowly I lift myself up and slide back down, the stretching of my muscles struggling to scamper away from pain towards pleasure. I repeat the motion until the ache forms into satisfaction.

  A soft sigh drips from my lips, “Luca...”

  “Yeah, baby?” He breathlessly responds.

  I moan once more as my body becomes brazen in efforts to scratch the sexual itch inside.

  Now it all makes complete and perfect fucking sense. This is the reason women are blowing up his phone at 2 a.m. Hell, this is the reason I'm gonna be blowing up his phone at 2 a.m.

  Luca's hands gently graze my sides. The lighter lifts of my tits and tender touches of my nipples present a hint of uncertainty. Almost as if he's afraid of taking me back to the side of agony. Or maybe he's afraid part of me is still there.

  There's no part of me that's there. Trust me.

  After exploring different paces, I stumble upon a spot that feels like a mini orgasm every time he hits it.

  My nails dig into his chest. “Oh...my...God...”

  Luca's hips lift to increase the thrust, eyes shutting in the process. “Fuck Alexxa. Eres perfecto.”

  Unsure of the exact meaning of his sentence, but smart enough to guess I whimper, “Si...”

  Hearing the Spanish escape me, he groans and mumbles more words, ending with an, “Ahi.”

  We continue to rock until the feeling of ecstasy becomes so ethereal, my eyes can't resist shutting any longer. Everything about this moment feels perfect. Each stroke brushes the magical hiding spot, at the same time it whispers to my clit. The combination of precise force and speed is almost enough to tip me over.

  “Close,” I encourage him to continue, my body struggling to stay upright through the waves of passion. “So...close...Luca...”

  “Si...” he agrees.

  All of a sudden there's an added pressure to my clit. The small addition detonates the building bomb inside until my entire body is erupting in one quick, blithe burst. Unable to form more than his name thanks to the bliss gnawing on my vocal chords, I simply allow it to tumble from me as a declaration of gratitude. Satisfaction. Completion.

  “Alexxa,” he sighs my name so softly it resembles prayer. With that being the only warning, Luca lets go and a scorching rush of heat intertwines with mine, verifying the last part of our relationship at the same time igniting another orgasm out of me.

  Never came back to back before...does that always happen during sex?

  For the next several moments the two of us continue to rock, groan, and paw at one another as if determined to somehow get deeper inside the other one.

  I finally reach a point of being sated and collapse on top of him in a huff.

  Luca's arms fly around me and he proclaims, “Best. Sex. Ever.”

  My lips proudly curl into a smile. “You don't have to lie.”

  “I'm not.”

  He has to be. No one declares sex with a virgin as the best sex ever. Check the scoreboard.

  His fingers softly stroke my back. “Besides if I was lying it would sound more like the thank you for participating speech I give the kids. You know, really great hustle. You'll get 'em next time. It's a victory just to finish. That kinda bullshit.”

  Hearing the humor in his tone causes me to sigh in relief.

  I still think he's full of shit, but at least he's trying to show he cares. He's trying to make me feel like more than a four on the fuck scale I'm sure I am. Maybe five?

  “You've got about three minutes before we go another round.”

  I pop my head up on his chest. “Are you fucking with me?”

  He shakes his head slowly and starts to smile. “I accepted a challenge, remember. I never back down from a challenge...”

  So fucking true. Question is, when given the ideal opportunity to admit he loves me or not, will he? That's one challenge I'm not sure Luca Larson will ever be ready to face.

  Luca

  Having sex with Alexxa last night easily turned into a new sport for me, one in which making her come was like scoring goals and winning a game was only declared when her body absolutely couldn't go on. I'm shooting 5 and 0. Would've been six, but I could tell she was more worn out than she wanted to admit. It's not her style to fess up to defeat any more than it is mine. But I'm not defeated. I fucking win. Best prize of all time too. Fucking my dream chick. Fucking the only person in the entire goddamn world I ever wanna fuck for the rest of my life. Huh. Guess that's kinda like love, right? Not real fucking sure when that happened, but I'm pretty sure it did. What? Who fucking cares about that stupid bet? It doesn't matter anymore. As far as I'm concerned it never happened. I fucking know Warren will be relieved and as long as he agrees to never, I fucking mean never bring it up, we'll call it even.

  Alexxa stirs beside me and grumbles, “Coffee.”

  I place a kiss on her shoulder blade. “Morning, baby.”

  She grumps, “Coffee.”

  “Not even a please?”

  “Broken.”

  Pride pumps through my chest.

  Only man to ever fucking do that. Past. Present. And goddamn future.

  Gently, I run my tongue alongside her neck until her hips rock backwards against my hard on. “Not that broken.”

  Alexxa whimpers. “Body. Traitor.”

  I slide my hand down her perfect ass to gently push her legs apart. “Tell me to stop then.”

  She doesn't. Instead she allows me to reposition her body so she's flat on her stomach and I'm pushing through the welcoming wetness of my pussy from behind.

  That's right I said mine. This body is mine. This woman is mine. Every sound, every cry, every goddamn plea is for me. That's part of love too. Claiming what's yours. Fucking Alexxa is my new favorite sport and I plan to always be the only player.