Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
As I get closer, I go ahead and spare a glance at the other players. I bristle just slightly when I see Sal sitting there. Our relationship has been somewhat strained since I beat him at the hot-dog-eating contest, although I suspect it has something more to do with some underlying misogyny on his part. I also see Cage, Kara, and Merrit sitting there. The only one missing is Benji, but he doesn’t hang out here too much.
The poker table seats eight, and it’s filled. I don’t recognize the other three men who are playing, although one of them is making fuck-me eyes at Kara as she sits opposite him. She’s definitely getting laid tonight.
So am I for that matter.
Kara looks up to see me approaching from where she sits next to Bodie. Her face lights up, and she says, “About damn time you got here.”
I move around the table and come to stand beside Bodie’s chair. He pushes it back slightly and his arm comes around the back of my legs, pulling me in a little closer so I’m leaning on the side of his seat. I can see his poker hand, and it sucks. I watch as the betting goes around the table.
I’m not really paying attention, though. I’m having a tough time with it when Bodie’s hand spreads wide on my outer thigh, and he strokes lightly up and down. I rest my hand on his shoulder, leaning into him a bit further.
His hand moves to the back of my thigh before slipping in between. I go still as his hand moves higher. Bodie sucks in his breath slightly when he realizes I’m not wearing panties, and I get dizzy when his fingers prod at my slick entrance.
Lightly grazing his fingers through my swollen lips, he studies his cards and jokes with the other players as the betting goes higher with each person. How in the hell he can carry on conversation is beyond me, because I can barely even think straight.
I lean into him a little more, scooting my leg out to give him more access.
He doesn’t take it, though, making me crazy by the lazy movements of his fingers giving me no penetration or touch to my clit where I really need it.
When the betting gets to Kara, who is seated on the other side of Bodie, I’m startled when Bodie pushes a finger slowly into me. Had he gone fast and deep, I would have cried out and probably orgasmed, but as it is, he has me vibrating with the need for something more and I can barely breathe.
Kara places her bet, and all eyes turn to Bodie.
Perhaps to the casual observer, he just looks like a guy with his hand on perhaps his girl’s ass. Only I know that it’s deep between my legs with a single digit flexing gently inside me.
Bodie pretends to study his cards in contemplation for a moment, and I say pretend because he has nothing worth anything. He needs to fold.
But he doesn’t right away because he’s putting on a show for me. Slowly, he pulls the finger out and pushes it back in. I’m in danger of passing out because my lungs aren’t working. He pulls it out again, and then with flourish, he tosses his cards face down and says, “I’m out.”
He pushes two fingers back inside, all the way to the third knuckle, and it’s not gentle at all. I gasp, and finally my lungs are working. I suck air back in, not able to help the way my hips tilt to try to draw him in deeper.
Bodie likes my visible reaction. To my consternation, as well as my delight, he starts to finger fuck me right there at the table. I’m vaguely aware of the betting moving to the person on Bodie’s left, but mostly I’m aware I’ve got no control over my body.
With Bodie’s fingers pumping in and out of me, I can’t stop the circling of my hips or the tiny moans slithering up my throat and out of my mouth. Bodie’s free hand drops down to his lap, and he palms his erection through his jeans. I lift my face, lock my gaze on Merrit sitting across from me, and I flush with embarrassment when I realize he’s fully engaged in watching this spectacle.
My eyes go around the table, and I see that everyone’s watching.
“Oh, God,” I mutter. Yet, I don’t want it to stop. My hand clutches Bodie’s shoulder, gripping a hunk of his t-shirt tightly to hang on.
“I can’t fucking concentrate,” Cage says with a dark laugh, and my gaze snaps to his. He’s staring right between my legs, which are now spread—when did that happen?—and I realize he can clearly see what Bodie’s doing to me.
I’m torn between the need to come while all of these people watch Bodie destroy my resistance, and the need to run out of here in embarrassment because I’m letting him do it to me.