The Millionaire Gambler (Ashley's Choice) (2 page)

Jason's arrival caught her by surprise.  He looked just as she remembered him, if not better.  He was, once again, wearing expensive designer clothing and looked positively dreamy.  His tailored shirt fit snugly, allowing her to admire his physique.  She could definitely be interested in this guy.

“Hi,” Ashley said, trying to ignore the fact that Jason's appearance had turned her legs to jelly.  It was all she could do to speak without stammering.  “What can I get you?  We're just about to close.”

“I'd like a date,” he said with a smile.  “And a tall latte.”

Ashley ignored the request for a date and prepared his coffee.  “That will be $2.75,” she said, nervously.

He leaned over to take the coffee from her and kissed her.  This kiss wasn't a peck; it was a deep, thoughtful, knee buckling kiss that left Ashley positively dizzy.  She didn't resist, despite her better judgment.

After a kiss like that, it was all she could do to remember her own name.   Coming up with a reply was even more difficult.

He's not really interested in me.  He just thinks I'm easy because I work in a coffee shop. Not. Gonna. Happen.

At least, that's what she told herself.  Ashley wasn't all that sure she believed it.

“I have to close up now,” she said.  “You'll have to go.”  Ashley came out from behind the counter with the store keys and motioned towards the door, indicating that Jason should leave.

Jason approached her, grabbed her hand containing the keys and pulled her to him, wrapping his other arm around her lower back.

He moved to kiss her again, slowly and deliberately.  His lips crushed against hers, and his tongue entered her mouth, exploring it eagerly.  Ashley knew better than to put herself in this situation, but returned his kiss with equal passion, throwing caution and safety to the wind.  Her tongue found his and greedily explored his mouth.  He tasted of coffee.

She'd never known a man who could kiss like this, and Jason was kissing her as though his life depended on it.  Ashley was breaking out in goosebumps as he moved his hand from her back to her hair, running his fingers through it gently.

Ashley could feel a growing bulge in his pants as he pressed himself against her.  It had been a while since she'd encountered that.

This guy looks like a god.  Why is he interested in me?
  The thought came and went through her mind quickly, but right now, Ashley wasn't devoting too much time to rational thought.  She was enjoying being held by this strong, gorgeous man who was clearly aroused by her presence.  Ashley was more than flattered; she felt herself becoming aroused, as well.

While she thought better of it, Ashley couldn't ignore Jason's erection.

She pulled away for a moment.  “I have to lock up the store.”  He released her hand and she turned the “Open” sign around so that it said, “Closed.”  Then she closed the Venetian blinds on the door and adjacent windows.  The store was locked with Ashley and Jason inside.

She returned to Jason's grasp.  He resumed kissing her, while running his fingers through her hair, Ashley ran her hand down and stroked Jason's bulge.  She could tell through his pants that he was generously endowed.  That just made her all the more eager.   She reached to unfasten his belt and pulled down his zipper.

Ashley couldn't believe she was doing this.  She was no virgin, but her previous sexual experiences had all come with men she'd been dating for a while.  This time, the guy was a virtual stranger.  For all she knew, he could be a serial killer.

Right now, she didn't care.  After unzipping his pants, she took a moment to reach up into his shirt.  Jason had rock-hard abs and Ashley was curious to know if the rest of his body matched up.  That was a temporary distraction, however, as her primary interest right now was to find out more about that bulge in his pants.

She figured this might be her only chance to find out, as she assumed that he was just looking for a quickie from whomever might be available.  Ashley didn't think of herself as cheap, but right now, she was available.  She reached into his pants and grabbed the waistband of his boxers.  She pulled them down and his erect cock sprang free.

It was magnificent; large and thick, with neatly trimmed pubic hair and a few drops of glistening liquid on the tip.  Ashley dropped to her knees to admire him a bit more closely.

She touched the tip with her tongue, licking the salty drops.  Jason gasped as she made contact.  Ashley slowly began to circle the head of his cock with her tongue and then took the head into her mouth, gently licking the sensitive underside.

Ashley pulled his boxers down further with one hand while wrapping the fingers of her other hand around his girth.  She stroked it slowly, running her hand up and down his long, firm shaft.

“Ashley, wait,” he said.  “I didn't come here for this.  I came here to talk to you.”

Ashley ignored him, keeping her attention on his hard cock.  Jason soon forgot what he came to talk about.  “That feels so good,” he said.  “Don't stop.”

Ashley placed one hand on his balls while continuing to stroke his firmness.  She again took the head into her mouth, licking around the rim with her tongue.  Jason moaned and began to thrust slightly.  Ashley responded by taking him deeper in her mouth.

Ashley had never been one to go crazy about giving head, but this man had the most beautiful cock she'd ever seen.  It felt good in her mouth, and she was surprised, given his size, how much of it she was able to take in.  If this was going to be her only time with Jason, she wanted to make sure he remembered it.  She began to move her mouth up and down his shaft while continuing to stimulate his tight balls with the other hand.

Jason started to thrust more aggressively, and Ashley knew it wouldn't take long for him to finish.  He wasn't even speaking; he was simply uttering unintelligible gasps and moans as she kept working his firm manhood.  A few seconds later, Jason's entire body tensed up as he came, shooting his salty essence into the back of Ashley's throat.  She rarely swallowed, but this time it came with little effort, and she kept him in her mouth as his thrusts became less frequent and less eager.

She wiped her mouth and his still-wet cock with a rag she had in her pocket.  She pulled up his boxers and zipped up his pants.

Ashley gave him a quick kiss on the lips, figuring that Jason had received what he came for.

“You have to go,  I need to close up and go home,” she said.

“I'm not done,” he replied.

“It seems like you're done to me.”

“That's not what I meant.  I came her to ask you for a date, remember?”

“Why would you want to date me?  Someone like you can have any woman they want.  ”

“Someone like me?  You don't even know me.”

She walked towards the door, unlocked it, and pulled it open.  “Please go, Jason.” 

Just then, Michael showed up.  He had a bewildered look on his face, as he'd expected the shop to be closed by now and that Ashley would be long gone.

“It's after closing time, Ashley.  Why are you still here?  Is everything OK?”  He gave Jason a suspicious look.

“Everything is fine.  He was just leaving.”

“I guess I'll go now,” Jason said.  He handed Ashley a slip of paper.  “That's my number.  Please call me.  Otherwise, I won't bother you again.”  He walked out.

Michael turned towards her.  “I just wasn't comfortable leaving you here alone.  Are you sure everything is OK?”  His tone sounded more protective than jealous.

“I'm fine. He said he wanted a date, but I'm not sure I believe him.  I don't know if he was serious or not.”

“Did he try to hurt you?” 

“No. Like I said, I'm fine.  It's nothing, Michael.”

“Why don't you go home now, Ashley.  I'll close up.”

“Thanks.”  Ashley took off her apron, grabbed her purse, and drove to her apartment.

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When Ashley arrived home, her roommate, Erin Johnson, was there in the living room with a book and a glass of wine.  Ashley admired Erin, who was everything Ashley was not.

Erin was tall, blonde, big-breasted, and popular.  She was outgoing and had a steady stream of boyfriends.  She's the sort of person that Ashley would ordinarily despise, but they had been friends since they were small children, long before guys even entered the picture.  Besides, Erin was a good friend and always had time and a free ear to listen to Ashley's problems.

“Hey, Ash.  What's up?”  She could sense that something wasn't right with her roommate.

“Hi.  Oh, everything's fine, I guess.”  Ashley tossed her purse on the sofa and took off her shoes.

“Glass of wine?”  Erin didn't wait for an answer; she was already on her way to the kitchen when she started to ask the question.

“Sure.  Thanks.”  Ashley sat down on the sofa.  Erin joined her and handed her a glass of Chardonnay.

“What's going on, Ash?  You don't look happy.”

“Oh, I met this guy at work.  His name is Jason.  He wants to ask me out.”

“Sounds OK so far.  What's the problem?”

“He's super good looking, and he dresses like a movie star.  He's obviously got a lot of money.  I'm not in his league, and I can't figure out why he'd want me.”

“You're a beautiful woman, Ash.  Lots of guys would want you.”

“This guy could date supermodels if he wanted to.  Look at me.  I'm sitting here with my hair in a ponytail and I'm wearing no makeup.  Why is he interested?  Besides, I'm a little suspicious of what he does for a living.”

“Which is...”

“He says he's a professional gambler.  That he plays poker for a living.  That may or may not be true.  It's also illegal, isn't it?”

“Sort of.  It depends on where he's doing it.  Is he really that good looking?”
“He's
gorgeous.
  Good kisser, too.”

“You
kissed him?”

“Well,....uh...yes.  And a little bit more.”  Ashley grew quiet.

Erin scowled at her.  “Oh, no.  You're not going to tease me with that.  Spill, girl.  What happened?”

Ashley told her the story of her brief encounter with Jason inside the locked store.  She didn't give all the details, but she told her roommate enough to give her a pretty good idea of what had transpired.

“Wow.  That doesn't sound like you at all, Ash.  And then you just showed him the door?”

“I did.  I just thought he was looking for a quickie.  But then he gave me his phone number and asked me to call.  What should I do?”

“What do you mean?  
You call him, that's what you should do.”
   Erin shook her head.  “Honestly, Ashley, I don't know what to make of you sometimes.  A gorgeous guy who seems to have money shows interest in you and you walk away?  What were you thinking?”

Ashley took a sip of her wine.  “I don't know.  I'm just not sure he's really interested.”

“He's acting interested, isn't he?  Why don't you call him?”

“Oh, I don't know.  Maybe I will.  Thanks.”

Like it or not, Erin was right.  There was only one way to find out what Jason really wanted, and that was to give him a call.

Chapter 3

It took about a week for Ashley to get up the nerve to call Jason.  She figured he'd probably found somebody else by now, or had forgotten about her, or...something.  She got home from work one night and after a glass or two of wine, finally punched Jason's number into her telephone.