Cards of Love: Wheel of Fortune

by Ella Fox

  I held back tears as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. Leaning in, he dropped a soft, slow kiss on my lips. I forgot all about the view as I melted into him. The kiss was deep and emotional, leaving me with no doubt about how he felt. Being in his arms was perfect. I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

  One kiss led to another and then another. I whimpered and wrapped my legs around him when he held me at the waist and lifted me. He’d been torturing me for all week, and I was primed and more than ready for what came next. He made his way to the bed with ease, as if the weight of me wasn’t anything at all.

  After he set me down on the bed he knelt before me and took off my platform wedge sandals. Once they were off he briefly massaged each foot while staring into my eyes. I shivered when he slowly glided his hands from my ankles to my knees.

  “Lift up your dress, spread your legs, lay back, and put your feet flat on the bed,” he rasped.

  The peach cotton dress I was wearing was light and easy to maneuver. I hiked it up to my waist and then spread my legs as he’d instructed before I laid back and put my feet on the bed.

  “So fucking beautiful and already so goddamn wet for me,” he groaned.

  I blushed, knowing that the pale pink satin panties I’d bought earlier in the day on my shopping trip with Caroline were soaked. I shivered as Jackson ran his hands from my knees and down my inner thighs. When he got to the apex of my thighs, he slid his fingers along the elastic on either side of my underwear. He kept that up until I made a breathy noise and followed that up with a broken plea for more.

  Chuckling, he traced two fingers up the center of my panties. When he got to the top, he traced the elastic before he dipped his fingers beneath it. The feeling of his fingers against my naked skin was almost too much. He dropped a kiss at the top of my panties as he touched me.

  “You smell so goddamn good,” he rasped.

  I murmured in protest as he took his hands from my panties, but then exhaled harshly when he hooked his fingers at either side of them and started tugging them down. I raised my hips to help, and he made quick work of getting them off. That first feeling of his face between my legs, his hot breath against my mound, was almost my undoing.

  “You have no idea how many nights I jerked my cock thinking about burying my face between your legs and eating you until you screamed.”

  I hissed out a broken sound as he parted my lips with his thumbs. “I knew you’d be beautiful,” he murmured.

  I didn’t have a chance to answer because I was too busy gasping as he settled between my legs and traced his tongue between my lips. I whispered his name when he reached my clit and wiggled his tongue against it softly. Soft turned to something else rather quickly, and before I knew it I’d threaded my fingers into his hair to hold on as he kissed my sex. Each lick, swirl, and suck electrified my body. I was dimly aware of how good it felt when my hard nipples rubbed against the silk of my bra, but the majority of my nerve endings seemed to have taken up residence along my clit. He added a finger to the mix, sliding it into me slowly. I trembled as I clenched around it, knowing that soon I’d have something far bigger inside of me.

  “So fucking wet and tight,” he growled as he lifted his head to watch his finger moving in and out of me.

  As he spoke, he pulled his finger out and added another before sliding both back into me. "I can't stop thinking about how good your tight little cunt is going to feel around my dick."

  I closed my eyes and moaned, the feral nature of his words making my clit tingle even more. I liked dirty talk.

  “We’ll go slow tonight,” he continued, “but someday soon I’m going to want this ass, too. I want to put my come inside you in every way I can. Tell me you want that, too.”

  When he finished speaking, he sucked my clit into his mouth. I cried out “yes” as he applied himself to making me crazy. I shamelessly ground myself against his mouth as he ate me, his fingers rubbing something inside of me that turned me to mush. When he began to flick his tongue over the hood of my clit, I threw back my head and yelled his name as the pleasure overtook me. My toes curled and my breath came in gusts as he kept on going, his growls of pleasure taking me higher and higher.

  I was still shivering with aftershocks as he stood. I watched through hooded eyes as he stripped, my enjoyment at watching the way more of his tan and muscular body was revealed to me as he removed his clothes. Sitting up, I pulled my dress up and over my head. When I reached behind me to undo my bra, he stopped me.

  “That’s my job,” he rasped.

  When he brought his hands around my back to undo the clasp, I licked my palm before I reached out and took his hard cock in my hand. His sharp inhalation was music to my ears, as was the way he fumbled with the clasp of my bra as I jerked his substantial length.

  “Fuck, Chloe,” he growled. As he spoke, he undid my bra and slid the straps down my arms. I grinned up at him when he got the first strap off without a problem but couldn’t remove the bra entirely because my right hand was busy shuttling up and down his cock.

  I looked back down when I felt something warm and sticky on my hand. Grinning, I licked my lips when I saw two drops of pre-cum.

  “Looking at your tits while you jerk me is making it so fucking hard not to cover you with come,” he groaned.

  My pussy clenched with need. “Do it,” I whispered.

  He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw as I jerked harder. I thought for sure he was going to come, but he didn’t. Instead he put his hand on mine and stopped my movements.

  “The only way I’m coming right now is inside of you. I promise to paint your pretty tits with come later.”

  I made a sound of complaint as he stepped back. We stared at each other in silence for several seconds. It was so quiet that I heard my bra fall to the floor after I flicked my wrist. Jackson looked at every inch of me as if he were committing my body to memory.

  “You look so goddamn beautiful with nothing on but your necklace.”

  By reflex I reached up and took the gold and diamond heart between my thumb and forefinger. In the previous five years, I’d only taken it off to clean it a handful of times.

  “You’ve always had my heart,” he murmured.

  I was staggered by the intensity of his words—and by the depth of my stupidity. How had I been so blind?

  I blinked away tears as he cupped my face and tilted my head back so that I was looking up at him. "We're together now," he said. It was as if he somehow knew exactly what I was thinking.

  I nodded, but then forgot to think entirely when he gently pushed me back so that I was flat on the bed before he came down over me. Sealing our lips together, he kissed me deeply, with a passion that made my core throb with need. I whimpered when his chest rubbed against mine, my pebbled nipples aching from the contact. I parted my legs and gripped his hips with my outer thighs as he settled in. He held himself up over me with one arm. With his free hand, he started playing with my clit again. The sound of my wetness was unmistakable, but the way Jackson growled with appreciation told me there was no reason to be embarrassed. My nerve endings felt like they were on fire, every inch of me sensitized and ready.

  “You’re so fucking wet, but even with that, when I put my cock in you, it’ll hurt at first,” he groaned.

  I whimpered as he pinched my clit. “I don’t care,” I said firmly. “I waited for you and I want you inside of me now, Jackson.”

  He nodded as he positioned the head of his cock at my opening. I moaned at the first touch of his fat cock getting ready to make me a woman. He pushed in slowly, the width of the head as it penetrated me creating a stretching sensation that left me breathless. I clenched around it, whimpering when he growled low in his throat.

  “Fucking tight,” he hissed.

  I gasped as he pushed forward slowly, a little bit more of him sinking inside of me. My hands went to his ass, gripping the muscular globes as he slowly rocked in and out.

  “Oh, please,
” I begged, “put it all the way in.”

  He looked up and met my eyes, assessing me silently. “It’s okay,” I assured him. “Do it.”

  He jerked his head in acknowledgment as he pulled back and then pushed forward again, firmer and harder. My body felt like it was in overdrive, a parade of sensation slamming into me at lightning speed. When he pushed through my barrier and buried himself all the way, I cried out in wonder. We weren't virgins anymore.

  “Holy shit,” I gasped.

  Jackson stayed still as his cock jerked inside of me. After a minute of gentle movements, I needed more. “Fuck me,” I whispered. “Make me your bad girl.”

  It was as if my words pressed a trigger. He reared back and thrust back in, repeating that motion a dozen times as I adjusted to the back and forth movements. The feel of his thick cock inside of me was incredible, so good that I whimpered and mewed out sounds I’d never made before.

  “God, Chloe, fuck,” he groaned.

  The rhythmic perfection of his thrusts and the feel of his ass clenching and unclenching beneath my hands drove me wild. He stared into my eyes as he fucked into me faster, our moans filling the room as our hips moved in unison. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. The pain was gone, and only pleasure remained.

  “I think,” I whimpered, “Fuck, Jax, I think I’m going to come.”

  “Rub your clit,” he ordered.

  I didn’t hesitate to slide my hand between us. I shuddered when my index finger made contact with my puffy clit. I was so wet, wetter than I’d ever been, hot and sticky like my body had been waiting for this moment forever.

  “Jackson!” I cried as I rubbed circles on my hot button, my core clenching around his cock.

  He slammed into me faster and faster, the feeling so incredible I thought I’d pass out from lack of air. I arched my back and yelled his name as I came, my pussy throbbing with pleasure unlike anything I’d ever experienced with my showerhead.

  “That’s it,” he growled, “come all over my cock, baby. Fucking love all your cream on me.”

  I wailed as he fucked harder, my orgasm rolling on and on, an out of control ride that seemed to have no end in sight. “Fuck, Chlo, I’m going to come.”

  His entire body shook as he rooted himself in deep and started doing just that, the heat of his come making my release escalate to another level. He fucked into me frantically as he came, one hot burst after another filling me. I'd stopped rubbing my clit but my hand was still between us so I slid my fingers down to where we were joined, shivering when I felt the heat of our come on my fingers as it dripped out of me each time he pulled back and thrust in.

  When he was done, I stared into his eyes as I brought my hand up and licked my middle finger. His eyes flared as I traced his lips with my index finger, sliding it inside so he could suck the taste of us from my finger. Inside me, his still hard cock jerked three times in quick succession.

  “Keep tempting me and you’ll be lucky if you’re able to walk tomorrow,” he growled.

  I wiggled my eyesbrows and grinned. “Challenge accepted.”

  We spent the rest of the night in bed. Although I was able to walk the following day, I felt him inside of me with every move I made. I was more than fine with that since we had a lot of time to make up for.

  Epilogue

  Jackson, The following weekend

  “Dude, you guys are nuts. You went from years of avoiding each other to being together pretty much around the clock,” Alec snickered. “You’re now the most pussy whipped guy I know.”

  He’d said it low so that my parents and Chloe’s dad wouldn’t hear.

  “This from the most whipped guy I know,” I countered under my breath.

  He gave me the finger as we both burst out laughing before we got back to work. The five of us were busy finishing fanning out the sixty yellow helium balloons around my living room that I’d had delivered half an hour before. I was going all out for a few reasons.

  The first reason being that Chloe had officially moved in with me the day before. The second reason was the call she’d gotten three days before to let her know she’d gotten the job she wanted at Early Intervention.

  Currently, Caroline was keeping her busy at the spa while I decorated my apartment with my parents, Uncle Leo, and Alec. The champagne I’d bought to mark the occasion sat on the table next to a dozen yellow roses that I’d picked up earlier.

  The third reason I was going overboard felt like it was burning a hole in my pocket.

  “They’re here,” my mom called out from her post at my front window.

  I’d expected to be nervous, but instead I was calm and centered like I’d been waiting my entire life for what was about to happen. Probably because I had been.

  My entire focus went to the door to my apartment as I waited for Chloe to enter. When it swung open, I dropped down on one knee. Her mouth dropped as she came to an abrupt stop, her eyes wide as she looked at me. I was centered by the certainty in her eyes. We both wanted what was about to happen, and I knew what her answer would be.

  “Chloe Annabelle Holland, other half of my devoted heart, will you marry me?”

  She was nodding before I’d even finished the question. “Yes! Of course yes. So much yes,” she blubbered, tears rolling down her beautiful cheeks.

  The room was full of applause from our family and friends as I slid a heart-shaped diamond ring onto her slim finger. We heard a similar sound four months later when we were married at the Bliss County Church.

  Chloe

  Two years later

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

  I let out a dramatic sigh as I set the small detailing brush I’d been holding down on my tray. I’d only just started outlining with paint, so it wasn’t like I was working up a sweat.

  “I think it’s pretty obvious that I’m painting a mural,” I said in a teasing tone.

  “You shouldn’t be exerting yourself, baby. I’ll do it.”

  I shook my head as I walked into my husband’s arms. “I’m not handicapped, Jax. I’m seven months pregnant and healthy as a horse. Also, I love you more than anything in the world, but at last check your artistic ability was nil. I want our daughter’s nursery scene to be perfect and the brush hardly weighs anything. You worry too much.”

  He really did, but I adored his overprotective alpha ways. “Can you at least wait until I’m here to watch?” he asked on a sigh.

  I chuckled against his chest. “Yes, honey, I’ll wait. What do you think of it so far?”

  He was silent for a moment as he looked at the scene I'd sketched out throughout the day.

  I smiled when he sucked in a breath of surprise as he took it all in and realized what he was looking at. “Holy shit, baby. It’s so detailed I feel like I’m at the carnival. I notice you got Aria’s crystal ball in there.”

  I nodded as I turned in his arms and pointed to what was next to the crystal ball. “Not only did I get the ball, I got our card. That’s going to be the wheel of fortune card.”

  “How lucky am I to have you?” he murmured as he turned me in his arms.

  I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I think it’s the other way around,” I admitted.

  I meant it. He was the most amazing partner ever. If I’d known I’d be as happy as I was with him, I’d have accepted his first marriage proposal—way back when we were in first grade.

  The End

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  I let out a sound of frustration as I finish loading yellowed sheets into a washer further on in years than I am. The old but serviceable basement apartment I found on Temp Rent seemed so promising online. Newsflash: in person, it’s a nightmare. Although the dated furniture matches the photos, the ad failed to mention that when I got here the entire place would reek of a mixture of cigarette smoke and cheap floral air freshener that makes me nauseous.

  On top of that the bedding was neither clean nor fresh (hence why I’m doing laundry) and the kitchen is stocked with cheap paper plates, plastic utensils, and red plastic cups you’d normally see at a keg party. Yay for me, I finally know what it would’ve been like to live in a frat house—and it’s just as gross and crusty as I always imagined. If my grandmother is seeing this, she’s rolling over in her grave. Lord knows if she were alive she’d be apoplectic. Of course, if she were alive, I wouldn’t be here.