by Cybill Cain
Each of the ladies were excited, and casting lascivious glances at me while they bounced on their partners cocks, and all the men were busy pretending they were fucking Camille. They couldn’t keep their eyes off the way she rubbed against me, writhing in my lap. Once when I slipped into her, the wet sound we made together pulled a deep chested moan from two of my opponents as they imagined what her sweet wet pussy would feel like around them.
One by one in the middle of a hand they popped off, the ladies screaming loudly as they orgasmed, sometimes taking their men over the edge with them, or the men simply folded and bent their ladies over the table to pound them as they watched my beautiful Camille over their backs.
By the time the first break rolled around I was leading the game and beyond the edge of reason. I wanted to kill every single one of them with a deep reptilian desire that hadn’t been experienced by man since he crawled out of the cave and learned to use fire. Meenan had barely finished speaking before I pulled her off my dick, and laid her down on the table across my pile of poker chips. She opened her legs for me like I was coming home from war, wrapping them around me tightly as I sank into her balls deep, and kissed her possessively.
She had not come since we’d left the room, and I wanted to give her everything she deserved for being the best partner I could have hoped for in this game, and for being the woman who owned my heart and soul. If it took every one of the precious minutes I had she was going to scream my name until it echoed off the walls around us.
I reached down and raised her hips, changing the angle slightly to find her g-spot. When her eyes rolled back in her head, and her arms around my neck tightened I growled in victory and held her there, suspended as I stroked against it again and again with the head of my cock until she spasmed beneath me. Her full throated screams of satisfaction filling the room exactly as I had wanted. It went on and on, our skin slick with sweat as I worked her body, making her feel all the things I had promised her the first night. I filled her up again, rising to my toes with my legs locking under me as I leaned over her on the table and came again and again so hard it almost hurt.
I came back to myself when I felt her fingers run through my hair. Holding her in my arms I sat back in our chair, and found that some of my chips had stuck to her back. One by one I pulled them off and tossed them casually back on the table.
We still had five minutes. I glanced at Stacy and motioned him over. “Is there a restroom we are allowed to use?”
“Yeah, follow me.” I swept her up in my arms and followed him. I heard a couple of the ladies gasp, and was sure it was good for keeping them distracted and under our control, but that wasn’t why I did it. I did it because Camille was my whole world, and I wanted to take care of her more than anything else.
The restroom was an alcove tucked away in a corner of the game floor, so technically we weren’t leaving as per the rules set forth. It had a curtain to block us from view. Stacy kindly pulled it shut as I placed Camille on the sink, and cast about for a washcloth.
I saw a shower and towels tucked into a corner when I grabbed the cloth I needed. I ran the water until it was warm, and then used it first to wipe her beautiful face as I smoothed back her long wavy dark hair from her brow. I couldn’t stop myself from planting a swift kiss on her swollen lips.
Then I washed between her legs, soaking up the evidence of everything had passed between us in the past few hours. She watched me with a look of punch drunk love as I cared for her as tenderly as I could. When I pulled her into my arms and stood between her legs, breathing in the scent of my woman, I felt some of the animal tension that remained in me dial back a notch.
“We’re winning,” she whispered her hands resting on my sides as she curled into my chest.
“Of course we are. We’re just that damned good. Did you doubt us?” Her legs wrapped around mine, caressing the backs of my legs with her heels.
“I have no clue what I’m doing out there, and I just want to go somewhere and be alone with you, Brandon.” That she didn’t know how amazing she was cut right through me.
“I want that, too, but first I’m going to win this for you and your mama. Then I’m going to take you away for a long vacation, just the two of us to anywhere in the world you want to go.”
“I just want you, and a bed, and time to sleep in your arms.” She sounded so tired.
“And you will have that. That and more. Do you want it in Paris? Spain? The Caribbean?” She chuckled against my chest.
“You’re funny, and I love you, but if we could afford that, we wouldn’t be here.” Should I tell her now that I’m rich? I’d barely asked the question when my insides locked up and I froze. I never wanted to tell her, because I was still afraid it would change things. I definitely didn’t want to tell her in the middle of the game. If she got upset with me, the lead we had could go south pretty quickly.
“I want to give you the world, Camille. All you have to do is tell me what you want, and I will find a way to get it for you. I promise.” Her arms slipped around me, holding me to her.
“I want you, and a bed, and time to sleep in your arms,” she said again. “And maybe a romance novel. I do like to be read to.” It was such a simple answer, but it meant the world to me, reinforcing all the new and healing feelings she had inspired in me from the moment we’d met.
“Then you’ll have it. Whatever you want. I swear it, baby.” She turned her head and kissed my chest. I nearly lost my mind from the tenderness her gesture let loose in me. “You are doing so well out there,” I said to reassure her. “I’ve been watching them, the men all want you, and you’re making it impossible for them to concentrate. You’re the reason we’re winning baby.” She huffed.
“Yeah, I see how the women are looking at you. Makes me want to scratch their eyes out so they’ll stop fucking you with them. Every one of them is pretending it’s you they’re screwing. It’s making me crazy.” I pulled her face up to look into her eyes which seemed an extra dark shade of green as she confessed her thoughts to me.
“No other woman on the face of this planet, or any other could ever steal me from you, my eyepatch wearing space swashbuckler. They’ll never find my booty, no matter how hard they look. My booty is only for you.” She bit back a giggle her face lighting up with evil glee.
“Damned straight, my long haired sexy space princess, and don’t you forget it. Those swollen kissable lips are”- I cut her off with a kiss before she could finish. I knew who I belonged to.
11- The Game Part 4
Camille
We held them enthralled for the next three hours. The women kept looking at Brandon like they wanted to eat him alive. It only encouraged me to show them beyond a doubt that he belonged to me. By the time the half hour break came we had a massive lead, and I was so aroused I attacked Brandon when we got back to our room, pushing him down on the bed and crawling over him kissing, licking and even biting him in some places to mark him as taken, as mine. As a fuck off to every one of those harpies who watched him like they were just waiting for me to look away before they pounced.
He was in a similar state, mumbling something about how he wanted to kill them all for looking at me as they did. Didn’t he understand I didn’t care if they looked at me? I didn’t care if Bugs Bunny came through and dropped a piano on their heads while munching a carrot. Brandon Davies was the only man who mattered to me. I had my own reasons for wanting to win, no needing to win, but the things I was doing on the game floor were not things I would have done with anyone else as my partner. I was fortunate enough to be with a man I loved. That made everything possible, and anything within the limits of tolerance to get us to the winner’s circle.
“What did you say to that man?” he snarled, flipping us over on the bed and pressing his leg between mine to position himself at my entrance. I’d stopped and whispered something to Tony before entering our room, and it had made Brandon insane with jealousy. The look of possessive dominance on his normally calm
face stirred up something inside me I’d never felt before. “Tell me,” he insisted, fisting his hand in my long hair to hold my face still so he could look deeply into my eyes. I wanted to tease him, and I wanted to reassure him. While the two impulses battled it out inside me he lost his patience and thrust into me, so hard that he bottomed out.
“He wants to feel this,” he growled at me, rocking into me by flexing his hips. It hurt, but it also felt incredible. I growled back him, baring my teeth like a feral animal refusing to back down. “They all want to feel this. I see them looking at you.” He kissed me, and I felt badly for even thinking of teasing him, because it was the last thing I would have wanted if I needed to be reassured by him. When he gave me air and a chance to speak I told him the truth of my heart.
“No one will ever feel this but you.” He buried his face in my neck and fucked me then, like he was afraid I was going to disappear if he didn’t keep me pinned there with his body. I came almost immediately, on edge from our last session and desire for him. His strangled cry in my ear, followed by his release deep inside me broke the tension in me like a glass spilling over. I could feel hot tears on my face as I held him, muttering soothing sounds to reassure him that I wanted no one but him, ever. He didn’t know I was crying until he finally pulled his head up to look at me.
“Oh, God, did I hurt you?” I shook my head unable to speak without losing it all together. There was no way to articulate the emotional storm happening inside me. He caged my body with his, watching me with such a worried expression I couldn’t stand it. I hid my face against his chest and hugged him to me, waiting for whatever this was to pass. “I’m so sorry, Camille,” he said over and over as I clung to him. He rolled to the side and pulled me to him. I felt so safe and warm there with him, I dozed off. He must have as well, because we both jumped when someone banged on the door.
“Ten minutes!” Brandon looked down at me, his face sleepy and hair a little messed up from his cat nap. I reached up to smooth it out, not even thinking about what I was doing it seemed so natural.
“Am I still beautiful?” he asked, a corner of his mouth turning up.
“You’re still my space princess,” I assured him. “My one and only space princess,” I added to reassure him again. His eyes closed as if he were in pain.
“This is so much fucking harder than I thought it would be,” he confessed, dropping his head back on the pillow. “Nothing is happening that I didn’t expect, but I had no idea how it all would feel. Ya know?” I’d come into this not knowing either, and was more than a little overwhelmed myself.
“What can I do to make it better?” I asked, needing to do something to help him.
“You’re doing everything right, Camille. It’s me that keeps letting us down. I should never have taken you like that, no matter how stirred up those assholes made me. God, I’ve never felt anything like that before. The mad fear of losing the woman I love to someone else is fucking crippling!”
“I don’t want anyone but you. There is nothing you have to worry about.”
“Does that make it any better for you when those women look at me like a Ho-Ho?” I snorted.
“A Ho-Ho?” He shrugged.
“It works on multiple levels. First cause of how they treat me, like I’m just a hunk of confection they can eat, and also because they all want to suck out my creamy filling.” I wanted to laugh at him and his mock seriousness.
“Yep. I agree. You’re a ho, ho.” His smile dimmed as his eyebrow went up.
“Hey, where did you put that comma? Ho-Ho is proper name, but I don’t think that’s how you used it just now.”
“Too bad we aren’t texting. You could see where I put that comma.” He growled playfully at me.
“I want you to tell me where you put that comma.”
“No you don’t, because it’s going to pinch when it gets up in there.” We both started laughing then, and it felt good like it always did when we had these kinds of exchanges. “No, I don’t like how they look at you, to answer your question. You’ve got a bite mark on your shoulder to prove it.” He glanced down. I thought he might be upset, but instead he smiled as if it pleased him.
“You know that’s going to make them all crazy?” he asked, looking up at me with a twinkle in his eyes that devastated me.
“I don’t care.” I fired back.
“Wait until I tell them you sucked out my creamy filling.” A knock came at the door telling us it was time to go. I stood up, and held out my hand to him.
“Wait until they watch me suck out your creamy filling,” I said with a wink, before turning on my heel and leading him back to the game floor. I glanced back once to confirm it, and sure enough, Brandon’s jaw was hanging open. It was all I could do to keep my poker face.
***
Brandon
“The things you asked for are waiting at your seat,” the big muscled guy I didn’t know told her just before we entered the gaming floor. She smiled her thanks at him, and I felt my blood pressure start to rise again. When we got to our chair I saw two bowls on the edge of the table in front of our chair. One held ice cubes, and the other was filled with the juiciest reddest maraschino cherries I’d ever seen, with stems. My mind went in a million directions all at once. A glance at the other players told me they too were working on unraveling this mystery.
I bit back my smile. She had done it again! She had found a way to take control at the outset of this round just as we had at the start.
“I think my virgin was broken when you gave her to me,” Mr. White growled at Meenan as we took our seats. Mrs. Blue took one look at the bite on my shoulder and simpered. Mrs. Red actually licked her lips as she looked at me, probably hoping to entice me, when in fact it only made me shiver with revulsion. Still, taking my cues from my lovely partner, I smiled at her, giving her just enough hope that she might get near my creamy filling to keep her distracted, aroused and her head out of the game.
The only person I felt badly for was Mrs. White. I’d been lost in Camille, and missed her introduction to sex by Mr. White at the start of the game. His comment to Meenan had obviously hurt her very deeply, and because of my sensitivity regarding Camille, my heart went out to her for not having a partner who cared for more than the experience of popping her cherry.
She caught me looking at her with compassion, and I saw my mistake too late. Her face brightened, saying as words never could that she wished she had been my partner. That was bad. White seeing it was worse. He pulled her into a rough kiss to take her attention from me. I watched in complete disgust as he maneuvered the small woman in his lap and forced his way inside her before Meenan even gave the two minute warning. His treatment of her was barbaric.
Camille felt me tense under her and turned to see what held my attention. Mrs. White’s face as pinched with pain, her hands had a white knuckle death grip on the edge of the table as White thrust up into her, his eyes glaring at me before moving to Camille. He stuck his tongue out at her, moving it quickly to simulate cunnilingus before wagging his eyebrows suggestively. I was ready to stand when Camille placed a hand on my arm and squeezed twice.
No.
I let out a breath, and took another in slowly. She was right. I hated it, but she was right. I nodded once, and kept my eyes on her from then on. It wasn’t hard. Mrs. Black had planned quite a floor show.
Camille sat sideways in my lap, and casually reached for a plump red cherry from the bowl. “Two minutes to be engaged!” Meenan called out. She acted like she didn’t hear him. She leaned back against my arm, pushing her breasts out, and dragged the cherry across each nipple slowly, covering it in sticky red juice before putting it between her lips and holding it there by the stem.
I leaned down and sucked one nipple into my mouth, licking the juice up with my tongue, moaning at the taste of her and the candied fruit combined. When I released her nipple it made a loud popping sound that made everyone woman in the room squirm, including the poor under lubricated Mr
s. White. From the corner of my eye I saw the pain on her face recede a little and realized that our show was providing the arousal she needed, too. As much as I wanted her distracted, I couldn’t begrudge her.
I moved on to the next nipple, and repeated. Again, from the corner of my eye I saw Mr. Blue with his tongue in the corner of his mouth, so lost in what I was doing to Camille that he was unconsciously mimicking my actions. I smiled around her nipple and again increased the suction to create the pop when I released it. I then took my prize, pulling it first off the stem she held in her teeth, and then kissing her. I kept it shallow, already knowing what she was planning and giving her the space to do it. I pulled back when she was done and took the cherry stem, now knotted from her tongue and placed it on the table.
She reached for the ice. She took one cube and put it in her mouth as she took my cock in her hand and massaged it. I’d been hard since she’d mentioned making them watch, so her hand was a welcome relief around me. “Thirty-seconds!” Meenan called out, just as Camille slipped to the floor between my legs. Blue and Red stood up to get a better view, more interested in what she was doing than being focused on getting inside their partners. White’s hips thrust harder into his partner, his gaze riveted to the top of Camille’s head.
She took the ice from her mouth, looking up at me with so much love and lust in her face my heart skipped a beat. She was giving them a show, but she wasn’t doing it for show, that was what made it so powerful to everyone in the room.
Several things happened at once. Her cool lips slipped around my cock, pulling a deep groan of satisfaction of me that was part death knell and part pleasure gone mad. It was enough to make Mr. White grab Mrs. White’s hips and stroke into her deeply, grunting his animal release as the call to ante up rang out, disqualifying him from the round. Mr. Blue and Mr. Red, who had been so lost in what Camille was doing that they had failed to engage with their partners were disqualified from further play. The room erupted into chaos.
