All In: Calling His Bluff (Gambling With Love) (16 page)

"I don’t give a fuck. I told you, it'll be worth it."

"I better get dressed before someone comes along," she said quickly. I hoped her state of undress was the only reason she was in such a rush.

"Alright. And I guess we can head back. But when we get home, you're going to put on that lingerie so I can take it off of you again."

"That works for me," she agreed with a smile.                      

I helped her dress again, then we sat back down inside the car to leave. 

"You know, I like this car a helluva lot more now," I told her. "And I won't be able to look at it again without thinking about you. How unbelievably beautiful you were, laid out on the hood while I was inside of you."

When she turned and looked away I reached over and grabbed her chin, to turn her face back towards me. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears when they met mine.

"What's wrong?" I asked. She shook her head, and turned away again. "In case I haven't made it clear, I don't want anyone else, Jules. However we started, after Friday night I can't even think about anyone but you. Hell, after that night in Vegas I couldn't think about anyone but you."

Jules

Dylan's words were still bouncing around my head as we drove down the highway back to Greensboro. Of course he was saying he didn't want anyone else, because Megan wasn't all over him yet. And maybe she never would be. But I had a feeling now that she knew how rich he was, she was going to throw herself at him, and he'd give in to her regardless of her ulterior motives.

"So Jules, what do you want to do when you graduate in a few years?"

I laughed as I thought of my future goals. "You know going to school at an expensive private university like Madison to be a social worker is almost as ridiculous as driving through McDonald's in this car."

"What? No, it's not. Well, maybe if you were paying tuition and that's what you were going to do. It'd take twenty years to pay it all back on a social worker's salary," he said, which was true.

"I know, but I'm not paying for it, and that's what I want to do."

"Why'd you decide on social work over psychology?" he asked.

"After all that happened to Jess and her brother last year, I decided I'd rather work in a place for runaways. You know, somewhere kids can be safe away from their own abusive families. A place where they can finish school and get jobs to thrive on their own, even without their parents. Can you believe there's not a single place for runaways within a two hundred mile radius of Greensboro?" I asked in disbelief before continuing on. "And psychology, well, I just saw it as listening to a bunch of rich kids talking about their rich kid problems."

"That's a good plan. I can’t even imagine what Jess and Jon went through at home, or how they must have struggled when they first left."

"Me either. I know social work won't pay well or whatever, but I'd rather do something I'm happy with and that will really help kids who need it than something that will earn more money. What would you do if you weren't going to work for your dad?" I asked, wondering if he'd ever wanted to do something else.

"Shit, working for a beer company is pretty much my dream job. The fact that it's my dad's makes it even more awesome. What he did with it, going from being a microbrewery to the number three brewery in the country, and moving up in the ranks internationally is pretty amazing. I want to make sure it keeps going strong."

"Making tons of money doesn’t suck either, right?" I asked him with a smile.

"Hell no it doesn't," he laughed.

...

A few hours later when we got back to Dylan's apartment, he insisted I put on one of the outfits he'd bought at the sex store. Since he was so excited about the garters and hose I decided on that one after a quick shower. Those, along with the black lace halter top bra, looked pretty good on me … other than exposing my stomach, which I'd rather have covered.

I stepped out of the master bathroom, expecting Dylan to be waiting for me in bed … but nope, it was empty. Huh. I headed down the hall, and finally found him stretched out on his leather couch watching
Harry Potter
on his big ass TV. This was just like any other Friday night for me, except I wasn't alone in my dorm, and I wasn't wearing my girly comfy pajamas. Instead I was wearing a slutty black lace outfit that barely covered any skin. Oh, and there were no Reese's, which was a good thing for my fat ass.

Wearing my roommate's red fuck me heels, that matched my bright red slutty lipstick, I ran my finger through my hair and strutted as best I was capable in front of the TV before climbing on top of Dylan.

"Fuck, Jules," he said with a big grin, rubbing his hand over my bare ass, then down the garter straps. "You are the sexiest woman I've ever seen."

"You don't have to try and woo me with B.S. flattery. I'm a sure thing," I said, partially quoting one of my favorite movies. A movie about a hot, obscenely rich man that screws a poor, lowly prostitute. The similarities were unnerving actually.

"It's not B.S., and if you're a sure thing then what are you waiting for?" he asked with a smile.

I kissed him and then climbed back off of him, making him quickly scramble up. "Where the hell are you going? Get that fine ass of yours back here and fuck me senseless."

I headed for the pool table, and grabbed one of the sticks hanging on the wall rack behind it. "You're not up for a game of pool?" I asked, then stretched across the table to reach a few of the balls to rack them, flashing him my ass. There were a few things left on his erotic wish list that we needed to check off. Pool table sex was one, sixty-nine was the other.

When I looked over my shoulder Dylan was standing there holding his phone out in front of him.

"Please tell me you didn't just take a picture," I said, straightening from the table.

"Goddamn right I did. I didn't get one of you on my car, which really sucks. But this one, um, this one is going to be blown up on a canvas so it can hang over my bed," he said as he looked down at the screen.

My face heated instantly. "No! Delete it and delete it now, Dylan!"

"No way. You and that outfit ..." he groaned and grabbed the bulge in the front of his jeans. "You're pin-up gorgeous, Jules."

"If I see that picture on the internet or on your wall I'm going to kick your ass."

"It won't go on the internet."

"Dylan, you can't put a picture like that up on the wall. Your parents will see it! My brother will see it!"

"Don't forget my housekeeper too," he added unhelpfully. "And my dad's already seen you naked in the hot tub." 

"That was different, all he could see was my shoulders."

"Alright, that's enough talking, because it's an argument you won't win. And now you know I'm gonna have to bend you over and fuck you right here," he said, running his hand over the green felt as he stalked toward me. His eyes were on mine and scorching hot when he reached down to undo his jeans, then pulled out his hard cock.

"Well, I'm not sure I'm in the mood anymore," I countered with my hands on my hips.                

"Oh baby, that's a lie if I've ever heard one," he said, wedging his long leg between my thighs and pressing his massive body against mine. "Your hard nipples, and," his fingers glided over my slit, then pushed into my opening, "Oh yeah, very wet pussy, say otherwise."

"Umm," I moaned as I held onto his shoulders, unable to argue anymore as my eyes closed with the building pleasure.

"Now," he said, nipping at my ear before kissing down my neck, while his fingers kept moving in and out of me. "Face down. Ass up. Because you know that's how
you
like to fuck."

My orgasm was barreling down on me, making me grab tightly onto Dylan's upper arms to hold myself up, but he pulled his hand away making me groan in aching need.

"Please," I begged when he turned my body around. I barely had time to brace my palms on the table when he thrust into me hard. My release came immediately, and I cried out as he fucked me harder and harder. There was nothing sweet or nice about this time with him. Just dirty, intense fucking, and I couldn't get enough as I came again, still begging him for more.

By the time Dylan stopped moving and collapsed on top of my back I may have come three times. It was hard to keep track with pleasure continuously rolling through my body.

"Was that as good for you as it was for me?" Dylan asked, pressed against me and still breathing heavy. 

"Oh yeah. Multi-orgasmic. So damn amazing."

"Not using condoms is awesome."

"Oh shit! I forgot my pill again today," I exclaimed, and he jumped up off of me. "Just kidding. I'm on the shot."

"Damn, Jules. I think you just scared my dick away for the rest of the night. Hell, maybe the week."

I laughed when I turned around and saw his face had actually paled.

"Wow, you really are freaked out," I said as I rubbed a hand over his golden, unshaved jaw. "Sorry, but it was kind of funny."

"I admit you caught me off guard and got me. But now that I think about it, being with you is so good it might be worth having a mini-me running around," he said, before pulling me to him and covering my lips with his own in a slow, knee-weakening kiss.

When I closed my eyes and melted into his kiss I couldn't stop the image of a sandy haired, green eyed toddler from flashing through my mind. I was way too young to think about kids, especially ones with a man who was only temporarily mine. 

"Wanna go watch TV in bed with me?" Dylan asked when he pulled away. 

"Yeah, but you've worn me out today, so I don’t know if I'll be awake much longer."

"I bought you something to sleep in when you're here," he said with a smile. "If I can't convince you to sleep naked."

"Let me guess. This?" I joked, referring to the lacy outfit. "It's not that comfortable, and I can't sleep in a bra."

"I'm not that evil," he said. "Check the nightstand on the right. I'm going to grab a shower then I'll join you in bed."

"Okay. Hopefully I'll still be awake." I was dead on my feet, but it'd been an amazing day.

Dylan gave me a quick kiss and then headed into the master bathroom and started the shower while I freshened up in one of the guest baths. I removed the slutty outfit and piled my hair up on top of my head in a messy bedtime bun.

Heading back to his room I went straight to the drawer on the right side of the bed where I'd slept the few times I'd stayed here. I pulled it open and laughed out loud before I had to wipe the wetness from my eyes.

The drawer held various colorful, cotton Hello Kitty nightgowns on one side and a large collection of Reese's packages on the other. It was really sweet, and these were gifts I'd actually accept, since he hadn't spent a fortune. He'd bought the two things that I loved most, and made his place feel like mine too. It seemed like this was his way of saying he wanted me to stay with him more often, not just temporarily.

I pulled on one of the comfy gowns, realizing he'd intentionally withheld panties, and pajama pants for that matter, then climbed into his big comfortable bed with the help of the steps.

I fell onto the wonderfully thick mattress and sighed as I covered myself with what had to be thousand thread count Egyptian cotton sheets. They were so amazingly soft.

I hadn't even realized I'd fallen asleep until I felt Dylan's arms wrap around me and his big, warm, naked body mold against the back of mine. His nose nuzzled into my hair before he softly said, "Goodnight, baby."

I smiled as happy little butterflies took flight in my lower belly. "You're really sweet, Dylan. Thank you," I told him, before I feel back to sleep.

…

I woke to a large hand underneath my nightshirt, caressing up my stomach. It was still dark in Dylan's bedroom when I finally cracked my eyelids open. The hand moved up to cup my breast at the same time warm lips pressed against the back of my bare neck. His heavy leg was thrown over mine and his hard cock pressed intimately against my bottom. Moisture instantly flooded me between my legs, my body so ready and eager for him to be inside me again.

My sleepshirt was jerked over my head a second later, then Dylan was above me, pinning my back to the mattress. His mouth went back to devouring my neck, his breathing heavy, his motions urgent as his hands skimmed over my body.

"I want you, Jules," he gasped against my skin, several octaves lower than normal. "Need you now," he murmured, as his fingers delved into the tight wetness between my legs.

"Have me," I encouraged, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck and intertwining my legs with his. My eyes closed in sweet, wonderful bliss as he dominated and possessed every inch of me.

"Love you," it sounded like he said before his mouth covered my breast.

My eyes flew open. What? Want me and need me, I understood those two concepts. Loved me? Did I imagine those two words? I must have. Or maybe if he actually
did
say them it was just a “heat of the moment” type thing. That had to be it. Regardless, the time for conversation was over.     

With his apparent desperation, I expected him to thrust quickly into me. Instead, he slowly and gently eased his hard length inch by inch into me, while his mouth continued its sensual assault on my chest and up my neck. The feeling was incredible, and I couldn't hold back my moan of appreciation before he completely filled me, taking my breath away. 

I raised my hips to meet Dylan's, our bodies pressed and moving against each other from our necks down to our toes. This time was so much more intense than all the other times we'd fucked. Although, I was starting to think "fucked" wasn't the appropriate term. Unsure since I'd never experienced it before, it almost felt like this was what was referred to as making love. Maybe it was just the imagined words making me all sentimental. Either way, it was unbelievable. Seeing the passion in Dylan’s eyes as they held mine, and feeling it in his touch took my breath way. When I was certain my body couldn’t possibly endure any more pleasure we actually came together, holding onto each other like our lives depended on it.

A few minutes later we’d both recovered and the overly-emotional moment passed. Dylan was back to his normal, playful demeanor. He filled his big bath tub up with bubbles, then dunked me in it before getting in to bathe with me. After that we dried off and brushed our teeth to get rid of morning breath (he'd bought me my very own toothbrush too). Then, we crossed the sixty-nine position off from his erotic wish list. I wasn't sure if I'd ever be right again, it had been so hot and amazing.