Trace had the chance to repeat her question about his accent, Jake asked Jess something about Imp, that spoiled-rotten bull of Dee’s.
As the night progressed, and more beer and wine had been consumed, the whole evening seemed to take on a surreal feel to Trace. No one seemed to notice the times that Jess would deliberately brush her breast with his hand, or lean close to whisper in her ear.
And then Jess slipped one hand under the table and caressed her thigh.
She froze, her gaze locked on her cards. Afraid to move and afraid to make a sound, like someone at the table might notice that Jess’s hand was creeping up the inside of her thigh under her dress, nearing her mound. Even though everyone seemed wrapped up in the poker game, or tipsy from the alcohol, how could they not notice that Jess only had one hand on the tabletop?
Yet she couldn’t get herself to make him stop.
While play continued, the chatter around the table was nothing more than a loud buzzing noise to Trace’s ears. She stared at her cards, not seeing them at all as Jess’s finger reached the soaked crotch of her panties. If anyone had asked her at that moment what she had in her hand, she wouldn’t have been able to name the cards. No matter that she was staring right at them.
Jess slid his fingers inside the elastic, and touched the soft curls of her pussy, and she almost closed her eyes. Oh, jeez. She had to make him stop.
Mindlessly she tried to play the poker game as his finger entered her creamy wetness and he stroked her clit. If it wasn’t for Jess whispering suggestions throughout each hand, she would have lost everything within moments.
She could smell his flesh, could smell her own arousal. Could everyone else smell it, too?
The sensations in her abdomen grew stronger and tighter, and she knew she was close to climax. “You can’t scream,” Jess whispered in her ear. “When you come, you’re gonna have to hold it in, sugar.”
Trace bit down hard on her lower lip as the orgasm took hold of her body and shook it like a mesquite tree in a summer storm. She braced her hand on her forehead and looked down, shielding her face from everyone at the table as her body trembled, and Jess’s finger drew the climax out even longer.
“You all right, Trace?” Dee asked through Trace’s alcohol and orgasm haze.
Jess slipped his hand out of Trace’s panties and she fought to control her breathing, to let her heart rate slow to a normal pace.
“Too much wine,” Trace mumbled and rubbed her temples with her thumb and forefinger. “I think I’m done for.”
Jess chuckled and murmured so that only she could hear, “Like I’ve already told you, we haven’t even started yet, sugar.”
* * * * *
Trace tossed and turned in her bed, slipping in and out of a misty dream world.
The poker game went on and on, like it was never going to end.
And then she was on her back on the table, her dress hiked up around her waist and Jess sliding his cock deep into her pussy.
Everyone continued playing around them, tossing their now rainbow-colored poker chips onto Trace’s bare belly. Even as Jess fucked her, she realized the poker chips on her belly were actually condoms. Lots and lots of condoms across her stomach and scattered across the table, but Jess hadn’t put one on.
He kept driving into her, the game around them never stopping. Dee and Catie repeated something that sounded like poison, poison , while Jake and Jarrod responded with fire, fire .
All Trace knew was that she needed to come so bad she couldn’t stand it. But the tension in her abdomen only intensified until she thought she’d lose her mind…
And then she was alone.
Utterly and completely alone. Standing somewhere dark and cold, like a cave, and she was entirely naked.
Where was Jess? Without him she felt incomplete, lonely even.
Trace didn’t know what had happened, or where she was, but something in her gut suddenly told her that Dee was in
As the night progressed, and more beer and wine had been consumed, the whole evening seemed to take on a surreal feel to Trace. No one seemed to notice the times that Jess would deliberately brush her breast with his hand, or lean close to whisper in her ear.
And then Jess slipped one hand under the table and caressed her thigh.
She froze, her gaze locked on her cards. Afraid to move and afraid to make a sound, like someone at the table might notice that Jess’s hand was creeping up the inside of her thigh under her dress, nearing her mound. Even though everyone seemed wrapped up in the poker game, or tipsy from the alcohol, how could they not notice that Jess only had one hand on the tabletop?
Yet she couldn’t get herself to make him stop.
While play continued, the chatter around the table was nothing more than a loud buzzing noise to Trace’s ears. She stared at her cards, not seeing them at all as Jess’s finger reached the soaked crotch of her panties. If anyone had asked her at that moment what she had in her hand, she wouldn’t have been able to name the cards. No matter that she was staring right at them.
Jess slid his fingers inside the elastic, and touched the soft curls of her pussy, and she almost closed her eyes. Oh, jeez. She had to make him stop.
Mindlessly she tried to play the poker game as his finger entered her creamy wetness and he stroked her clit. If it wasn’t for Jess whispering suggestions throughout each hand, she would have lost everything within moments.
She could smell his flesh, could smell her own arousal. Could everyone else smell it, too?
The sensations in her abdomen grew stronger and tighter, and she knew she was close to climax. “You can’t scream,” Jess whispered in her ear. “When you come, you’re gonna have to hold it in, sugar.”
Trace bit down hard on her lower lip as the orgasm took hold of her body and shook it like a mesquite tree in a summer storm. She braced her hand on her forehead and looked down, shielding her face from everyone at the table as her body trembled, and Jess’s finger drew the climax out even longer.
“You all right, Trace?” Dee asked through Trace’s alcohol and orgasm haze.
Jess slipped his hand out of Trace’s panties and she fought to control her breathing, to let her heart rate slow to a normal pace.
“Too much wine,” Trace mumbled and rubbed her temples with her thumb and forefinger. “I think I’m done for.”
Jess chuckled and murmured so that only she could hear, “Like I’ve already told you, we haven’t even started yet, sugar.”
* * * * *
Trace tossed and turned in her bed, slipping in and out of a misty dream world.
The poker game went on and on, like it was never going to end.
And then she was on her back on the table, her dress hiked up around her waist and Jess sliding his cock deep into her pussy.
Everyone continued playing around them, tossing their now rainbow-colored poker chips onto Trace’s bare belly. Even as Jess fucked her, she realized the poker chips on her belly were actually condoms. Lots and lots of condoms across her stomach and scattered across the table, but Jess hadn’t put one on.
He kept driving into her, the game around them never stopping. Dee and Catie repeated something that sounded like poison, poison , while Jake and Jarrod responded with fire, fire .
All Trace knew was that she needed to come so bad she couldn’t stand it. But the tension in her abdomen only intensified until she thought she’d lose her mind…
And then she was alone.
Utterly and completely alone. Standing somewhere dark and cold, like a cave, and she was entirely naked.
Where was Jess? Without him she felt incomplete, lonely even.
Trace didn’t know what had happened, or where she was, but something in her gut suddenly told her that Dee was in
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