Lying Eyes

Audra immediately felt transparent when she saw him, especially since he’d become the object of her poker obsessions and a few fantasies, too. A spark of nervous energy inspired a few hairs to stand up on the back of her neck. Just feeling his warm palm in hers, even if it was only for a moment, did things to a woman that should’ve disqualified her from the tournament.

Soon after she took her seat, Audra posted the big blind and waited. She planned on folding her cards once she saw them but no one raised the bet so she stayed in the hand. The dealer dealt the first three community cards and after she saw the flop, Audra knew she owned the hand. She felt it in her gut or at least she thought so, and she’d played enough cards to earn rest assurance, to an extent.

She felt fairly confident until the man seated at the opposite end of the table decided to talk her right out of a comfort zone. Naturally, he would.

“You gonna call me, baby?” Max tossed in his chips with a raise around the same time he let go of the question. The man with the notorious reputation emerged and he didn’t waste time doing it.

As luck would have it, Audra became the center of attention. She swallowed hard. She hated to be taunted at the tables but knew how to deal with Reynolds. Even though the man she first met in Tunica didn’t remotely resemble the tough-talking poker player staring back at her now, she’d watched him play. She was ready for him because deep down she knew she needed to prepare for moments like these and men like Max.

“If I decide to call you, you’ll know it,” she fired back while trying to maintain some level of composure. Just hearing him say the word ‘baby’ shook her a bit but it didn’t rattle her enough to avoid a feisty comeback. Maybe it was because she anticipated words exchanged or maybe it was possible to sit there and imagine him in his underwear, an old trick she used back in high school whenever she stood in front of crowds. No, she didn’t think stripping him down to boxers worked, absolutely not. If she let her mind move too fast then she’d picture him at bare bones and her hours there would be limited. She tried to focus and just breathe. Most of the time the concept worked, she had nearly twenty-four years to serve as proof.

A player’s player, Max wasn’t just a dominant force at the poker table, he gained the respect of a true card playing powerhouse. From what Audra had heard, his skills reached far beyond the casino floor too, and one thing seemed certain, he earned quite the reputation with the opposite sex. In fact, his notoriety for being a ladies man proved legendary. A point she found hard to ignore after she began following his career.

Crossing his arms, he leaned back in his chair. “I’m right here waiting for you when you do,” he continued to tease her. Midnight blue eyes pierced through her with fierce intensity. Some would say they were as cold as the icy waters he often represented, but Audra saw something else beneath them, too. Thank goodness for Ray-Bans. She made a mental note to remember them on a daily basis now, right along with her iPod. If she covered her eyes and ears, then ignoring Reynolds wouldn’t present much of a problem.

“Waiting on a woman,” her voice hitched and the words spilled out like a song, “I imagine it’s something you’ll never tire of, kind sir.” She tilted her sunglasses down on the bridge of her tiny nose and tried to find a seductive smile—one just for him. She hoped it worked.

The men around the table appreciated the war of words. Snickers were followed by a couple of sound effects, not to mention outright laughter. The man seated on her immediate left slowly rippled his chips. Already, he irked her. It was a decision she reached in record time right after she sat down. His careful gaze, creepy really, made her very uncomfortable. Soon after she’d joined the table, the young man tried to profile her as she removed her chips from the rack.

Most of the time, profiling wouldn’t bother her. Players always tried to sum up the competition, but today wasn’t a day like any other, which is why she tilted the rack over. She even took her time to fumble around before gathering the fallen chips. Max chuckled on cue when it happened. He realized it was deliberate. The profiler didn’t have the brains to understand. He took her for a novice; a dumb brunette who had the audacity to show up at his table with boobs.

ADULT EXCERPT

Her mouth tightened around the complete length of one well-endowed man. Damn. She kind of liked the power giving head gave her. It was like something out of a real dirty movie only good mercy she felt more like a woman than she ever felt in her life. In control but uncontrollable. Dominant but ready to submit to anything he asked of her.

Her own needs were being met just by feeding his. Exhilarating—it was the only way to describe it. Power—she had all of it in her mouth and she never imagined something like a man’s cock would taste so good. He was salty one minute and sweet, oh so divine, the next.

His dick swelled more and more and the flavor of him drizzled just barely over her taste buds. His hands played in her hair and she wanted him to pull it. Her nipples felt hard under his touch. And the puddle between her legs—good damn if she wasn’t moist with need now, she didn’t know anything at all about wants and needs. She wanted him inside of her, stroking her with the best he had to give, but could she handle the size of him and even if she could, did she want to miss out on this? Hell no.

A stroke here and a thrust there and suddenly she felt him stop. His balls rested against her chin and he groaned before he released her. “I don’t think you’re ready for the rest if you weren’t prepared for this.” He sucked in a deep breath and when he did, his cock started to slowly slip away from her.

Her tongue moved over him with a devious lick and she decided selective hearing worked for her because she was far too incapacitated by cock-in-cheek. Her mouth covered him again and she worked fast to ensure it worked over him from base to tip. She licked and sucked at the engorged head with a sexual sound of enjoyed pleasure.

If he thought she didn’t know what to expect, he was wrong. She often dreamed of wrapping her lips around him and one part of the illusion, the fantasy she recreated again and again, included the grandest of finales. Oh yeah, she knew what to expect, and if she didn’t get exactly what she bargained for, he was going to hear about it later.

“Max, I’m ready.” She winked before she swiped her tongue slowly across the tiny slit. Then, she caressed the shaft completely with her forefinger before she asked him something she realized he’d interpret as mere music to his ears. “The question here is are you ready?”

“Oh, sweet woman, you have no idea.” Sweat beads formed on his brow then and his breath hitched between words. One gasp for air over the next seemed to set the pace as his thighs and hips guided him in place. She glanced up only because she wanted to watch him as he found it, the heat and hunger she wanted to feed.

Her nipples pressed tightly against the fabric, her own pleasure all but ready for him but still, she wanted—no, needed—to finish him here, like this. She had to have him unravel inside, solely dependent on her to ride out the pleasure he wanted to find.

He was too hard, far too aroused to fight it now. His dick moved across her tongue and filled her cheeks, swollen with every inch of him.

“Oh, dear God, Audra.” His thighs bunched and the pace he set increased.

Her mouth dropped closer to the base and when it did, she was cocksure, in more ways than one, she gave him the best a woman had to give. Her mouth worked him closer and closer to the edge. His climax took him and that’s when she revealed a newly discovered talent.

She was good at this blowjob thing and the growls leaving his chest only made her wild, hungry and unbelievably wet. His dick stroked against the roof of her mouth with a pounding heat she couldn’t explain. And he was still moving faster, going straight for her throat. The drizzle, heaven help her, the taste—the experience—ah yeah, it was so worth the wait. Oh sweet heaven above, he made her feel like a new woman.

Thighs bunched again, God did they swell with the ligaments of man and the one muscle she wanted to learn more and more about drove home a powerful point. She sucked harder and deeper. He moved with her mumbles before a manly groan ripped from his chest and fell into the open space as pure man.

More of his hot spill coated her throat as simple enjoyment rocked them both. He shook off the inevitable ending and yet still stood, though barely, for more assurance, more readiness, and perhaps with even more expectancy. He plotted the arrival of the end with a self-control that pained her with every stroke against the back of her throat. It also comforted her too, in a divine way only a woman with this man’s cock in her mouth would ever possibly understand.