All In: Calling His Bluff (Gambling With Love)

by Hart, Lane

  I moved his arm from my waist, trying not to dwell on how nice it'd been to cuddle up with him after the mind-blowing sex, and slid out of the soft, comfortable covers. I fell right out of his high as fuck bed onto the floor, twisting my ankle. Jesus, that's a long ways down. It had to be at least four feet off the ground! I glared at the offending furniture before heading to the living room to get my things.

  After brushing my teeth it took a while to figure out all the faucets and knobs to finally get the four shower heads going. The warm water felt good pounding over my body and washing away the sticky and sweaty remnants of the amazing sex from my skin.

  I had no idea it could feel like that. Man, I hoped Aaron Barnes had learned a few tricks over the years, because he'd been so clueless. Dylan knew every little way to make me come, and I'd never felt so relaxed and happy. Of course he knew, he’d been with more women than he could probably count, and I was just a pit stop on his road to more victories in college.

  Finished rinsing my hair I finally opened my eyes to turn off the shower. When I looked up through the shower glass, Dylan was leaning back, sitting naked on the bathroom counter watching me. He looked bleary eyed and disheveled, and so damn sexy.

  "What are you doing?" I asked as I reached out of the shower to grab a towel from the hook.

  "Trying to memorize how fucking hot you look, dripping wet in my shower."

  "Peeping Tom," I teased, not bothered he was watching me in the least. Actually I was already getting aroused again.

  "It's my apartment, so I have a right to peep," he countered with a lazy, sleepy smile.

  "Yeah, about your apartment. I've seen your room at your parents’ house, and it was a pig sty. How is it possible that this place is so damn spotless?" I questioned him as I propped my foot up on the counter to dry my legs sensually, knowing he was watching me.

  "I've got a housekeeper. She comes on Mondays and Thursdays."

  "Of course you do. Do you have a cook, too?" I asked teasingly.

  "I sure as fuck don't cook."

  "Seriously?"

  "Yeah, I burn noodles."

  I laughed at his honesty. "Will does too. I don't know how he gets by now that he's on his own."

  "He eats here most nights, and we just reheat the already cooked shit in the fridge."

  "Oh." God, that had to be better than the campus cafeteria. The meal plan was included with my scholarship, so that's where all three of my meals came from every day. It got old after the first month of my freshman year.

  "There's always plenty, so you could join us whenever you wanted," he offered. I nodded, already knowing that wasn't going to happen. I was afraid if Will just saw us in the same room now, he would know something was up. It would also be too hard to be around Dylan after our deal ended.

  I finished towel drying my hair, then grabbed my comb to get the tangles out. When Dylan continued to sit there and watch me I thought maybe I was in his way. "Do you want me to go and get ready in one of the other bathrooms?" I asked.

  "No, of course not. I like watching you get ready. Looks like a hell of a lot more trouble than what I have to do."

  "Yeah well, you just shower and run a hand through your hair, and you're done," I told him, as I pulled out my makeup bag and started with the moisturizer.

  "It's not really fair," he said, reaching over to run a knuckle down my naked side, causing goose bumps to erupt.

  "You're making me self-conscious," I told him, as I squirmed out of his reach and used the mirror to put on my foundation. "I've never had a guy watch me get ready before, seeing me naked before I get my makeup on, hair fixed, and clothes on."

  "I like seeing you this way, without all that," he said. "It reminds me of the summers when we'd spend every day in the pool."

  "Yeah, after I begged Will to let me tag along with him to your house."

  "I never minded you coming with him. I checked you out in your bathing suit whenever he wasn't looking."

  "You did not check me out," I responded doubtfully. I'd always been twenty or more pounds overweight, and hated putting on a bathing suit. But when it was a hundred degrees outside, and there was nothing else to do, I would beg my brother to let me go swim at Dylan's with him and their friends.

  "Did too. So did Caleb and Tyler, although they'd never admit that shit to Will."

  "Whatever," I said rolling my eyes. I knew Caleb and Tyler had never looked at me twice.

  "Why do you think we were always tossing you into the deep end? It was just an excuse to put our hands all over you while you were half-naked."

  Thinking back, I couldn't count all the times I'd been tossed into the pool against my will. All the guys threw me in at one time or another, but Dylan was by far the most regular culprit. I smiled thinking back on how I used to try and wrap my arms around his neck or arm, occasionally pulling him over the edge with me. Since he was so much bigger, maybe it was more likely that he'd let himself go in with me.

  "And you have no idea how much I got off on having your wet pussy and thighs around my head during chicken fights. Even during pool parties with a ton of other girls there, you and I always teamed up, didn’t we?" he asked.

  "You were the tallest, so it was a tactical advantage to have you as a partner." Although that was true, it wasn't the real reason why I always wanted to sit on Dylan's shoulders. Besides my crush, I trusted him to hold onto me tight. We usually won since I hardly ever got knocked off.

  "Uh-huh. And do you remember the time I 'accidentally' walked in on you changing in the pool house?" he asked with a smirk, and my jaw dropped.

  "Yes! God that was so embarrassing." I'd only been about fifteen, but I'd developed and filled out a bra years earlier. I'd been completely naked, pulling on my one-piece bathing suit when he walked in on me, getting a full frontal view. I was mortified that he'd seen everything, even all the fat hiding underneath my swimsuit.

  "I went in knowing you were in there and hoping I'd get a glimpse of you topless, and even better, I caught you completely naked. I had to go jerk off because I was so hard afterwards. Three times actually, because my cock wouldn't go the fuck down after seeing your perfect tits and dark curls between your legs." As he said this he grabbed the offending member that was growing larger by the second. "I may have also thought about seeing you naked when I jerked off for the next several weeks," he said, making my cheeks flame in embarrassment. "Only in most of those fantasies I didn't just look at you, Jules. We'd make out, and then I'd pull your bathing suit off and fuck you against the pool house wall."

  "You horny bastard!" I laughed, even as my body tingled with arousal, imagining him doing just that.

  "Oh, I definitely was that. I stayed overnight with Will more than he stayed with me, because at his house I got to see you in a thin pajama shirt and no bra every morning at the breakfast table. Having to sit there across from you with Will and your parents, being able to see your nipples and the shape of your incredible titties after that day in the pool house almost drove me fucking insane."

  "I had no idea you ogled me over bacon and eggs," I told him. His sensual reminiscing was making me so wet I was going to have to put panties on soon, before my arousal ran down my thighs.

  "What can I say? My dick's always had a thing for you," he said, with a shrug of his wide smooth shoulders.

  Why did that one comment and these recent revelations from our youth make me so damn happy? Probably because it was nice to know that while I'd always had a crush on Dylan and thought I'd been invisible, he'd actually noticed me. Not only that, it sounded like he may have actually wanted me.

  "Too bad you didn't fuck me against the wall of your pool house or at my place, and beat Aaron to my virginity. You would have saved me a few years of disappointment and fear," I told him, as I finished up my eye makeup.

  "The guy was such a douche. What'd you ever see in him?" he asked.

  "He was the only guy that asked me out in high school. What was I supposed to do, turn him down
and stay a virgin forever?"

  "Yes. Being a virgin was probably better than losing it to that jackass."

  "Not everyone had a waiting list of people trying to fuck them," I said, referring to the sluts in high school who were all over him.

  "Uh-huh," he nodded in thought, rubbing his hand over his scruffy golden jaw. "You mean all those girls who thought sucking my dick would make me come gold?"

  I couldn't help my laugh. Not just any laugh, but one that went on and on until it was headed into a very unattractive snort. "I'm sorry," I told him between outbursts. "Those gold diggers weren't funny … but your cum being gold is hilarious. Wait! You haven't thrown out those condoms from earlier have you?" I teased him.

  "Unfortunately I have, but you could always get on your knees and go mining again," he laughed. "If it was possible for me to come gold, I have no doubt you could make it happen." Oh Lord. I never thought I'd be so turned on at the thought of putting my mouth on a man's dick.

  "I'll probably be up for a gold rush later," I told him.

  "I can't fucking wait," Dylan said when he hopped off the counter.

  I plugged in and turned on my hair dryer right as he smacked my still bare ass cheek on the way to the shower, making me yelp.

  And all I have to say is, thank goodness for see through glass showers. I couldn't help but watch Dylan’s reflection in the bathroom mirror the entire time he washed himself. God, being able to stand here and just look over every inch of his big, thick, six feet, four inch body was mighty nice. I never knew he was hiding such a tight, squeezable ass under his pants. And when did he get those back and shoulder muscles that rippled with his every move? I knew from squeezing my hands around his biceps earlier when he was inside me that they were huge and hard. Someone's been working out, and it is so paying off.

  "Flash photography is permitted," the arrogant bastard commented loud enough for me to hear over the dryer when he noticed me ogling him. His eyes lowered to my ass. "But sadly I'm guessing you won't allow me the same courtesy?"

  "Heck no, I'm not giving you anything you can use as blackmail against me."

  "I would never do such a thing," he said innocently, and I just shook my head.

  Thirty minutes later I had curled big spirals through my long, dark hair, put on some bright red lipstick and pulled on a red strapless dress. It was my roommate's, since I didn't usually dress so slutty. I knew I had to bring my A game to even try to compete with all those pretty Sig bitches. Slipping on my red, also borrowed, fuck me heels, I was ready to go. I'd make Dylan hold my car keys so I wouldn't have to bring a purse tonight. Oh God, what if once we get to the party, he wants to go off with one of the sluts? My belly gave a flop at the thought. Well, if that’s what happened, then I’d just have to find someone to keep me company. Yeah, right.

  Dylan had gotten bored watching me get ready and was tuned into a college football game in the living room while he waited for me to finish up.

  "I'm ready if you are," I told him.

  "Yeah, let's go," he said, standing up to turn off the TV.

  He'd dressed up more tonight than I was used to seeing. He'd traded out his usual jeans and rock tee for a white button down shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, and tucked into a pair of dark grey dress pants. His black belt matched his black shoes perfectly. He'd used some gel or mousse to ruffle the front of his thick, sandy blonde hair, and hadn't shaved his golden beard line down his jaw. He looked incredibly hot and ... rich, which was really unusual for him. Ah-ha! He dressed so nicely he looked like he was either rich or gay. And since he hid the money … well that only left gay.

  Dylan grabbed his wallet and phone from the kitchen counter, checked his messages before he slid it in his pocket, then headed to where I waited patiently for him at the door. When he finally looked up he came to an abrupt halt.

  "Goddamn, Jules," he said with a grin as he licked his bottom lip, and his eyes went appreciatively up and down my body. "You look fucking amazing. And now that I know what you've got hiding underneath that short ass dress, I don't want to leave. Can't we just stay here tonight?"

  His compliment made me feel pretty freaking good, but when he started advancing on me with heat in his eyes I walked backwards towards the door.

  "Oh no you don't!" I held up a hand to stop him. "It took me forever to get ready, and you can't muss me up unless it's while we're making out in public. Nick might be at the party, so we can kill two birds with one stone."

  Dylan stopped moving forward and his cheek twitched like he was clenching his jaw. "Who's Nick?"

  "The guy from last night," I told him, although it felt like weeks instead of hours since all that had happened.

  "So all this," he gestured up and down my length with a wave of his arm. "Is for him?"

  "Well, yeah. I figure he'll be back, and if not there will probably be a ton of other hot guys trying to hook up with Sig sluts. Oh, and do you mind holding my keys tonight so I don't have to take a purse?" I asked. He reached out and grabbed them from my hand.

  "What happened with him last night, Jules?" he asked, and I turned my back to him, heading for the elevator, hoping he'd follow me and drop the twenty questions.

  "I told you - nothing," I said, and he locked up while I called the elevator.

  "How did the nothing come about?" he asked, standing so close behind me that I could feel his warm breath on my neck.

  "You really want to know? God it's embarrassing," I told him covering my face.

  "Just tell me. How am I supposed to figure out how to help you when I don't know what happened?"

  "Fine," I sighed in defeat. "After we … undressed, we realized neither of us had a condom. Damn togas. So Nick asked me if I wanted to go down on him and I said I'd rather not since I'd never done that before. Not that I told him that. Then he asked … something else of me I wasn't willing to do. When I declined, he left the room saying I wasn't sexy like he thought or something another."

  "He's an idiot because you are very, very sexy. But what was the second thing you weren't willing to do?" Dylan asked as the elevator arrived and opened with a soft ding.

  "If I wanted to … you know … um, let him put it in another place."

  "In the ass?" he exclaimed. Luckily no one had gotten on the elevator with us as it started its descent.

  My face burned so bad that there was no need for me to wear blush.

  "Yes. I know I'm a prude, but that just doesn’t sound like fun."

  Dylan laughed. "You're not a prude. From what I've heard, a lot of girls feel that way."

  "You ever?" I asked. Before he could answer the doors opened on the sixteenth floor. A nice looking man that may have been a few years older than us got on. He smiled and nodded in greeting, before turning back to face the doors.

  "No, I haven't done that. I'm too goddamn big," Dylan answered, making me laugh. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to him so that my back was flush against the front of his body.

  I felt better about declining Nick's offer, knowing that even Dylan hadn't gone there.

  "Mm. You smell good," he said, burying his nose in my hair. "So are you still up for what we talked about earlier?" he asked. It took me a second to realize what he was asking me. Was I willing to have sex in public?

  "Yes," I said in a nervous exhale. "Did you come … prepared?" I asked, hoping he had several condoms for tonight, and wanted to use them with me and not a certain slutty blonde. I couldn't get enough of him.

  "Fuck yes, baby. I'm so prepared I earned the Boy Scouts prophylactic badge," he responded, making me laugh. I was pretty sure I heard the guy in front of us chuckling too. "You okay with driving your car tonight?" Dylan asked.

  "Sure, let's take my Kia since it's so much cooler than your Porsche or that big ass motorcycle. What was it again? Augusta?" I asked. The guy turned to look at us over his shoulder, then quickly faced the elevator doors again.

  "Agusta. And maybe we'll take it next time, if you wear
some damn pants," he said, reaching under my dress to grab and squeeze my ass cheek.

  "So this dress is too short to ride on it?" I teased with the obvious double entendre. I rubbed my ass against the growing bulge in the front of Dylan's pants, at the same moment the guy in the elevator with us looked back to judge the length of my dress for himself.

  "I'm reconsidering letting you leave the building in it," Dylan said. Tightening his grip on my ass, one of his long fingers reached between my legs. Slowly and deliberately he rubbed over the thin strip of panty barely covering anything, while our elevator companion was looking at us.

  I gasped loudly, unable to hold in my shocked and aroused response. "But I didn't bring anything else to wear tonight," I countered, when my brain remembered what we were talking about.

  "Exactly," he said while pushing two fingers into my entrance, causing an embarrassing moan to escape my lips. "This dress is almost indecent. All I can think about is bending you over and sinking in deep."

  I shivered when I felt Dylan's mouth moving over my neck, and I started to wonder how much of a show he was going to put on. My eyes had closed and my breathing became harsh as the wonderful pressure built between my legs. He'd have me coming while standing here soon, right in front of a complete stranger!

  I was so close that before I could protest, Dylan reversed our positions, putting the front of my body against the back wall of the elevator. My palms automatically went out in front of me to brace myself, as if I was being frisked.

  "Do you think my girl's dress is too short?" I heard Dylan ask the stranger. Oh God, and his hand was still very obviously fingering me from behind.

  "Um ... ah ... no?" Our stranger sounded completely taken aback.

  "Really? Because her perfect ass cheeks are almost hanging out. Makes me want to jerk her panties off and just fuck her right here," Dylan said, as he pressed his rock hard shaft against my backside.

  I gasped in surprise at the feeling of the cool air when he lifted the back of my dress up to my hips. My entire ass, covered by nothing but a black thong, was exposed to a complete freaking stranger! If that wasn't taboo enough, I yelped when Dylan smacked my ass cheek, hard. "That's for being such a cock tease," he told me. "Have you ever seen such a fine ass?" he asked the man, as he soothed his hand over the sting he'd caused.