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All In: Calling His Bluff (Gambling With Love)

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by Hart, Lane


  "Okay, just call and let me know when and where. Thanks for doing this, Dylan," I told him, and he laughed as I walked him to the door.

  "Hell, I'm the one that should be saying thanks, Jules." He gave me one last thorough but quick kiss before he walked out the door. "These aren't your favorite panties or anything are they?" he asked, walking backwards with a cocky grin while I watched his retreat through the cracked door. He was halfway down the hall when I realized he was holding up my white thong.

  "You dirty bastard," I called out. He knew I wouldn't venture out in the hallway naked to try and retrieve them.

  "I needed something to commemorate the best blow job of my life," he laughed.

  "Whatever," I responded, before closing the door. Best blow job of his life my ass, but it was nice of him to say so.

  Chapter Four

  Dylan

  I was still grinning like a fool from my pleasure hazed high as I walked back to the sorority house. I may have fantasized about being with Jules before, and come pretty damn close in Vegas, but I'd given up on it ever actually happening.

  Her petite and curvy body was even more amazing than I'd remembered from my past brief glimpses. And fuck….she had sucked my dick so damn good I didn't think I'd ever be right again.

  Whereas in past encounters girls just went through the motions to get it over with, I was pretty sure that Jules actually wanted, and hell, even liked going down on me. It was a pretty good feeling knowing mine was the only cock that'd ever been in her incredible mouth, and that my tongue was the only one that'd ever licked her tight little pussy. Making her come for the very first time had been pretty amazing too, so much so that I wouldn't have stopped if I didn't have to find Will before he left my ass.

  At least I knew tonight wouldn’t be the last we’d spend together. Jules had asked me to fuck her every which way possible, and by God, that was too good to pass up. After years of imagining what it'd be like to blow her innocent little mind, now I'd finally get to play out all my fantasies. Oh yeah, and there was the added benefit that I'd get to “come out of the closet”.

  In the darkness on the sidewalk I reached under my toga and tucked Jules's thong, my sexy memento, into the front of my boxer briefs before I walked back into the lights of the sorority house. I headed for the kegs, filling a big red cup with Daughtry's (of course), and drained it within a second.

  "Where the fuck have you been?" Will roared from behind me, making me almost jump out of my skin.

  "Ah…" I started, wiping my mouth and trying to figure out my lie. When I turned around, however, he just smiled as he took in my disheveled appearance.

  "You bastard. Who'd you hook up with?" he yelled. I realized he was raising his voice to be heard over the music, not because he was pissed and knew I'd been with his sister.

  "Ah, one of the sorority chicks. I don't even know her name," the lie rolled off my tongue.

  "Was she hot? Is she still here?" he asked, looking around the crowded house.

  "Oh, she's hot as fuck. We went back to her dorm room and after we … finished, I left her recovering and came back alone." All of which was true.

  "Damn, I am so fucking jealous. I haven't had any luck. What's up with these chicks? They're slutty and easy with everyone else, but all they've been doing is talking to me about other guys and shopping."

  "No clue," I said, trying to hide my smile. If he only knew why the girls wouldn't mess with him, and that his sister had just sucked my dick like a pro, he’d go from highly irritated to completely homicidal. "You ready to leave?"

  "Yeah, I guess. Have you seen Jules? She better not have gone home with some jackass," he said, while standing on his tip-toes trying to find her in the crowd. She'd been with a jackass alright, and he still had her white lace panties to prove it.

  "I think I saw her head out earlier. Said she was tired or something," I lied. "Let me find Megan and tell her we're heading out."

  Will nodded. "I'm gonna text Jules to make sure she's not up to no good." I had a second of worry that she'd say something to give us away, but nah, I was almost certain I could trust her not to rat us out, even accidentally. She'd never told him about Vegas, and she didn't want him bitching at her, either. "Shit, my phone's in the truck," he said, and I couldn't help but exhale in relief.

  Glancing around, I saw Megan talking to a few other hot, toga clad sorority sisters, and made my way over.

  "Hey, Meg, I'm heading out," I told her. She looked up at me with her pale ice blue eyes, forehead creased as she tried to figure out the lipstick. She looked over at Will, then back to me.

  "You-you look like you've been thoroughly fucked."

  I ran a hand through my hair, and smiled thinking about how amazing the night had turned out. I had no idea that my shy and reserved Jules could be so fucking naughty. "Yeah, she got a little wild and crazy."

  "S-she?" she asked, then looked back over at Will.

  "Yeah. We went back to her dorm room, and well, you know …"

  "But I thought you were-"

  "Up for anything," I said, trying to maneuver around letting them think I was gay for months. "See ya later," I told her, leaning in for a quick hug, before heading out the door.

  I was exhausted, but still would've liked to spend more time in Jules' room. Lord knows my dick was acting like a fucking compass, trying to help me find my way back to her. I'd go home instead, and try to decide what lessons we'd cover tomorrow. I was definitely going to need some condoms.

  "Why are you so quiet?" Will asked, and I suddenly realized we'd almost made it back to my apartment.

  "Just thinking about earlier," I said.

  "Yeah, I noticed. You still haven't wiped that shit eating grin off your face. If it was that fucking good, why haven't you given me a play by play yet?" he asked. I hadn't even realized I was still smiling, and normally we did tell each other every little dirty detail of our hookups.

  "Man, I’m just too tired. Maybe tomorrow." Or never. Shit, I hoped he never found out I'd just had my mouth all over his sweet little sister's pussy, or that my dick had been rubbing the back of her throat.

  I said goodbye to Will, and on the way to the garage elevator ran a hand over my shining, silver Porsche Spyder. It barely had two hundred miles on it since I was always torn about flaunting my wealth. I loved my car though, and thinking about it, I'd really like to do a lesson on car sex with Jules. I bet she'd be up for it. It had sounded like she was up for anything during this little learning experience, and that was awesome. Well, at least until she found a guy she wanted to date and fuck. Damn, that was going to suck, but maybe Megan would finally give me a chance after Jules and I had our pretend breakup.

  ...

  It was mid-afternoon Saturday, and I was already calling Jules. Hell, I'd tossed and turned all night, unable to stop thinking about her or get rid of the constant state of wood she'd caused my cock, despite my multiple attempts to put it at ease.

  "Hey, Dylan," she answered right away. "You know, we should probably change each other's names in our phones, in case Will sees them."

  "That is a damn good idea. I hadn't even thought of that."

  "Yeah, and you were worried I'd let Will find out. Anyway, so what's the plan for today?" she asked.

  "You want to come over here?" I asked, since she had a roommate.

  "To your penthouse apartment that takes up the whole top floor? Ugh, why would I want to come over there when I have this cozy, crowded broom closet I share with another girl? Did I mention I also have to share a bathroom and shower with fourteen other girls?"

  "Alright, smartass. Come over whenever you want. I'll tell Will that I've got plans, so he won't stop by."

  "Okay, and the Tri Sigs are having another party tonight, if you want to do some PDA’s without him around."

  "Yeah, that'd be awesome."

  "You're gonna make me drive us back to campus aren't you?"

  "Since I can drink and you can't, that'd probably be best." />
  "Why don't you ever drive your brand new Porsche?"

  I sighed and rubbed a hand over my face. "You know I don't want to have wonder if it's me or my money people want.”

  Seven years ago when my dad's brewery quadrupled in size, and sales went national, he started making more money than he knew what to do with. In high school I'd flaunted that shit like crazy after I realized girls would line up to fuck you when you had millions. And now that we were international, hell, it might be billions. The only problem? In the end, the money was all they wanted.

  "Yeah, I could see how that would suck," she responded. "Gotta stay away from those gold diggers," she teased, but it was God's honest truth.

  After I graduated from Madison next spring with my degree in Business Management I would be going to go to work for my dad. He had already said that in the next ten years he was going to retire, and the Daughtry's empire would be mine. Whenever I finally found a woman to marry a pre-nup would be an absolute requirement. And damn if it didn't blow to have to worry and always wonder if the women I dated had ulterior motives. Or my friends for that matter.

  "Exactly. I learned that lesson from high school. You, Will, Caleb and Tyler are the only friends I never doubted."

  We'd all been friends going back to when we were so young, money didn't matter. Once we got older it was clear Tyler's family was damn wealthy, with Caleb's not far behind. Will and Jules' family was on the other side of the spectrum. Not that it ever mattered to us, except when we'd see them struggle and feel bad for them. Their parents both worked hard, but earned only enough to get by. Even back then they would never accept anything from the three of us, and they sure as hell wouldn't now. Well, what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them. Anyway, I've learned to judge people from my past experiences - the ones you want to buy shit for always refuse, and they’re the only ones you could trust.

  "You could tell a woman you're going bankrupt to see if she'll stick around."

  I laughed. "That's a good idea, and I may have to use it in the future. Now, get your ass over here so I can corrupt your innocence some more."

  "What's lesson number two?" she asked softly, almost like she was afraid.

  "You said other than missionary, right? So how about I introduce you to one of my personal favorites - doggy style?"

  I heard her gasp over the phone line. "That doesn't seem like a very nice thing to do to someone."

  I couldn't help my laugh, even though I knew she was being serious. "It's not nice, it's fucking. But I'd bet my Porsche that you'll like it when I fuck you from behind."

  "Seriously?" she sounded skeptical.

  "Seriously. Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything crazy to you, Jules," I told her. "Well, unless you ask me to."

  "Alright. I'll be there in half an hour."

  "Awesome. How about you park in the garage instead of the lot to be sure no one will see your car if they drive by? There's a spot open next to my Agusta."

  "What the heck is an Agusta?"

  "A bike."

  "Okay so park next to a bike?" she asked.

  "Yeah, the number for the empty spot is three, and the code to get the elevator up here to my floor is one, two, zero, seven."

  "Ah, your birthday. At least it'll be easy to remember, you rich bastard," she muttered before hanging up. The fact that she remembered my birthday shouldn't have made me as happy as it did, but of course I knew hers too. And shit, it was only a little more than a month away…not that she'd let me buy her anything that cost more than ten bucks.

  I was still smiling when I texted her brother that I had plans tonight. I hated blowing him off almost as much as I hated lying to him. But this was only temporary, I reminded my conscience.

  Twenty-five minutes later I headed for the door when I heard the elevator just outside of the apartment ding, pulling it open before she could knock.

  "Shit, you scared me," Jules jumped back and put a hand to her chest.

  "Sorry. Heard the elevator."

  "In a hurry?" she teased.

  "Yes. And you're wearing too much," I told her, as I looked over her jeans and purple V-neck shirt that I couldn't wait to take off of her. She also had a bag thrown over her shoulder.

  "So are you," she said with a smile, glancing at my jeans and black John Lennon tee. "I forgot what you looked like with clothes on after seeing you naked and in a toga."

  "I'll be naked again in a minute. Whatcha got?" I asked, nodding to the bag.

  "Oh, this is my clothes and all for tonight. Is it okay if I shower and get ready here? You know … afterwards?"

  "Of course you can shower here, after I get you good and dirty from fucking," I told her, and smiled when her face flushed.

  She finally walked past me, seeming to go out of her way to not touch me as she stepped into my apartment. I had to order my greedy hands not to grab her yet, since she was putting off a nervous vibe.

  "Oh wow, I haven't seen this place since the week you moved in."

  I looked around to see it from her perspective. That's right, she'd been here with Will, helping my mom with the girly shit like shower curtains or whatever, when I moved in three years ago. Damn, that reminded me. I hope my parents don't pop up unexpectedly and see us together. They'd tell her parents and Will for sure. Hell, my parents loved Jules. They'd probably get the wrong idea and start planning our wedding.

  Coming back to reality, and shaking off that disturbing thought, I showed Jules around. The main part of my penthouse apartment had a big open floor plan with a step down into the living room. The standard bachelor black leather couches and recliners were semi-circled around the big hundred and ten inch flat screen and stereo. A huge kitchen with all the necessities was to the right, not that I used any of that shit. A pool table, foosball, and two pinball machines were off to the left, then the four bedrooms and three bathrooms were straight back down the hall. The master bedroom was where I slept, one bedroom was set up with computers and video game equipment, another with weights and workout equipment, and the last one was a regular guest bedroom. Looking around, I had everything I could ever want here except a hot tub, and I was working on that. The goddamn width of the elevator was posing an unfortunate challenge. We should've considered that issue when we built this damn place.

  Jules sat her bag down on the couch and walked over to look out the tall windows in the living room. "Damn, I can see my dormitory from here," she said and I went to see for myself.

  "Huh, yeah you can." I looked out into the clear fall afternoon, and could see all the way to the rural part of town where my parents lived.

  "How far up are we? Is this like the tallest building in the city?" she asked. I was pretty sure she was rambling and stalling.

  "What's up, Jules?" I asked, and she backed up a step to look at me.

  "Nothing. Why?"

  "You seem nervous. We don't have to do this, you know?"

  "I know," she said, wringing her hands. She stuck them in her back pockets when she realized she was fidgeting. "But I want to. I mean, I've only had sex three times and honestly, I don't know what all the fuss is about. So, I sort of need to figure it out."

  "That's because Aaron was probably a virgin too, and didn't know what the fuck he was doing."

  She nodded in confirmation. "It kind of hurt, and well…you're huge, so it'll probably hurt even more." I winced, finally understanding her nervousness. This was probably the only time in my life I wished I had a smaller cock.

  "It's not supposed to hurt, and even I won't hurt you if you're ready," I assured her. I might be well-endowed, but I'd never had a woman complain that I hurt her or that I was too big. "If you want to try then we can go slowly, and I'll stop whenever you say the word." At least she wanted to figure things out with me, and not some asshole who wouldn't care if she was alright or not.

  "Okay," she said with another nod.

  "Then come on," I said, reaching for her small hand. "Let's head to my room so I can get you naked and w
et."

  "W-what do you mean?" she asked as I led her down the hall.

  "I'm going to lick your pussy again," I told her, and smiled when I heard her gasp from behind me.

  "But you don't have to do that."

  "I know I don't have to," I told her. We walked into the bedroom and I reached to pull her shirt off over her head. "But I want to."

  I covered her mouth and teased her tongue with mine to try and get her to relax, and stop overthinking things. With one hand cupping her jaw I used my free one to work the back clasp on her bra. Rubbing my hands over her shoulders and down her arms I completely removed the constraining material from her body.

  I moved on to the waist of her jeans next. Jules gasped into my mouth and held onto my biceps as I eased her zipper down and pushed her jeans off, leaving her in nothing but silky pink panties. Now I had to pull my lips from hers to lean back and get a good look at her. Last night hadn't been long enough to get my fill.

  God, Jules was hands down the most beautiful naked woman I'd ever seen. Her green eyes blazed as they looked nervously up at me. The pink flush of her cheeks matched her perfect parted lips. Long, dark hair flowed over her creamy shoulders, brushing the beaded nipples of her full, mouthwatering breasts. My hands caressed down to her hip bones that were just begging to be squeezed while I fucked her. Hell, and that was just the front of her body. I hadn't really had a chance to see her amazing ass yet.

  I leaned forward to kiss her lips again as my hands greedily fondled all of her wonderful curves, before heading between her legs. The apex of her thighs had been groomed with a smooth Brazilian wax. It was so incredible that I'd gladly spend every last cent in my trust fund just to be able to see, touch, lick and fuck her pussy on demand.

  "Mm. See, you're already getting wet. Now, can I please go down on you?" I asked.

  "Yes," she replied softly, as my fingers teased her pussy through her damp panties. Her eyes closed and she leaned her head against my chest, gripping my arms tighter.

  "Good, because I was going to hold your hips down and fuck you with my tongue either way. It sure as hell doesn't hurt, and I know you like it."

 

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