Jasmine Plays Her Hand (Fantasy Guild No. 1) (4 page)

The poker game continued around them, the men
silent and intent, only speaking when it was time to bet. The
intensity in the room had raised a hundred fold since Geoff had
enacted this new aspect of the game. The very temperature in the
room seemed to have climbed.

Michael’s hard bulge pressed against her ass.
He thumbed her nipple and inhaled sharply.

“You have beautiful tits,” he said, pinching
a nipple between thumb and forefinger, pulling outward, distending
her breast.

Jasmine gasped. “Thank you.”

Michael picked up his glass, the sides wet
with condensation from the melting ice. He rubbed the cold tumbler
over her breasts, stiffening her nipples even more than they
already were. Jasmine leaned into him and shivered, enjoyed the
goosebumps the chilly liquid raised over her flesh.

Michael leaned down and sucked a nipple into
his mouth, capturing it in his warmth. She moaned and dug her
fingers into his shoulders. Using both hands now, he squeezed her
big breasts together, alternately sucking on one nipple then
another.

She wasn’t thinking about the game anymore,
who might win, who might not. She only thought about how it felt
having this man sucking her breasts in front of all these other
men, the newness of it, the ferocity, the incredible turn on it was
to have an audience for Michael man-handling her.

What else might they do? Everything, she
hoped. Everything.

She threw her head back, closed her eyes and
sighed. She flinched when his teeth nibbled at her sensitive flesh.
Mmm, yes.

Then he stopped of a sudden. Why? She opened
her eyes and looked around. Everyone was looking, of course. Sean
was eyeing her particularly hard. He waved her over.

Oh, she realized with a start. The next poker
hand was already finished. And Sean had won. Well then.

She promptly stood up and took the few steps
over to Sean’s chair. She stopped beside him and waited to see what
he would do. She noted the rapid shuffling of the cards in the
background and Michael’s continued harsh breathing, left wanting,
hot and bothered from her abrupt departure.

“Spread your legs,” Sean said.

She blinked at his abruptness, and admitted
to herself that she liked the way he commanded her. She spread her
legs.

He smiled, something of a leer. “Hands behind
your back. Stick out those tits.”

She obeyed, felt a twist down low between her
legs. Wet. She had to be wet. Truth was, she’d been damp all day,
saturated with anticipation and expectation. And now, she was wet
from the reality of it, with how superior it was to simple
fancy.

Without so much as a by-your-leave, Sean’s
hand shot out and headed straight under her skirt, between her
legs. His fingers dove between her folds, slipping in the moisture
they found there. He made a sound low in his throat and Jasmine
sucked air. He toyed around the opening to her pussy, pressing
against her there, but not entering.

Then he made a fluttery motion, a sort of
flurry of touches, rapid almosts but not-quites. All the while, he
watched her face, and then the sharp rise and fall of her chest,
the gentle motion of her breasts.

He slipped and slid through the folds of her
pussy. She moaned and pushed her hips forward.

“How bad do you want it?” he asked.

“Bad,” she had no qualms answering. It wasn’t
embarrassing, wanting this from him, telling him so. Her body would
admit the truth even if she didn’t.

He drove two fingers inside her pussy, hard
and fast. She made an “unhh” grunt at the fierceness of his
invasion. He pulled his fingers all the way out, then drove inside
her again. Unhh.

Again.

Unhh.

Then he pulled her toward him and turned her
around, forcing her to bend over at the waist, to grab her knees
for stability as he flipped up her skirt and took in the sight of
her bare ass and pussy, exposed and open in front of him.

He wasted no time forcing his fingers back
inside her wet pussy. She groaned and arched her back. God, it was
good. Michael was staring at her bare ass, as was Kyle. Apparently,
only Geoff and Sir were involved in the current hand.

Sean finger-fucked her with power and speed
while his other hand rubbed her ass cheeks. “That’s right,” he
said. “You like that, don’t you? You like my fingers fucking your
pussy.”

“Yes,” she said, her word little more than a
gasped exhale of breath.

“You want it harder? You want more?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck, that’s a gorgeous, tight pussy you’ve
got. Right now it’s my fingers, but soon it’s gonna be my big cock.
You want that?”

“Oh ... God ... yes.”

“Then take this.” He landed a stinging swat
on her butt.

She gave a small cry. Then everything
changed. Again.

Damn. Damn. Damn.

Sean’s fingers suddenly weren’t inside her
anymore. He told her to stand up, which she did, then he gave her a
little push away from him, toward someone else.

Oh, toward Sir. She stumbled over to him.

The hand was complete and Sir had won. No
more of Sean’s happy fingers.

She stood in front of Sir, her knees trembly
and weak.

He smiled a half-smile, regarded her slowly.
“I think it’s time,” he said, “for you to get rid of that skirt,
don’t you?”

She nodded.

He gave her a steady look. “So you should
take it off, yes?”

“Oh right.” She reached behind herself with
trembling fingers. Somehow she managed to unzip the thing. She let
it fall to the floor, unheeded.

Sir took a long visual stroll over her nude
person and she reveled in the lust she saw in his eyes. She stood
there brazenly naked, wearing only her high heels and the desire
that flushed unmistakably across her features.

He held out his empty glass. “I need a fresh
drink, Jasmine. Quickly, if you don’t mind, I’d appreciate it.”

She grabbed up the glass and hurried over to
the bar, knowing he watched her. Knowing they all watched her all
the time. It was beyond heady, being the center of these men’s
attention. They wanted her, but were being forced to wait their
turns, forced to wait for a chance at a turn.

A recognition of their likely frustration
entered her thoughts, an acknowledgement that turned her on even
more — if it were possible to turn her on more than she already
was.

She quickly dumped some whiskey into a fresh
glass, dropped in few ice cubes, then headed back to the waiting
Sir.

He took the drink from her and set it aside.
He scooted back from the table. “Come, have a seat. Straddle
me.”

She did as he told her, conscious of her
spread pussy and the hard press of his erection against his pants,
aware of how naked she was, and how clothed he was.

He asked her to lean back with her elbows on
the table, a position that forced her breasts upward and opened her
pussy even further as she tilted backward. He stroked the outside
of her thighs, up and down, down and up, his eyes lingering between
her legs.

“Grind your hips,” he said. “Grind down on
me. I want to see you move. Work for it, Jasmine. That’s it.”

She rotated her hips slowly, pushing down
against his lap. His hands closed around her hips and helped set
the pace and motion.

“Mmm, yes, like that,” he said. His fingers
bit into her flesh.

She stifled a groan. His rock hard dick
pushed against her bottom, taunting her with its willing form. She
wanted, no, needed something inside her. Needed it now. She wanted
to be taken, hard and swift, over and over. But Sir wasn’t ready
for that yet, she presumed. No. She guessed not. So she gave him
the lap dance he requested.

He lifted up one of her legs and raised it
until he propped her ankle on his shoulder. Then he did the same
with her other leg. She gripped the sides of the table and fought
for purchase, the edge of the table pressing into her back. His
hands slid under her ass and squeezed her hard, lifting her
slightly and settling her more fully over his erection before
lowering her again.

Then his hands closed over the fronts of her
thighs and he pulled, hard, fast, forcing her ass against his
crotch. The scratchy fabric of his pants was rough against her
tender parts, as was the cold touch of his metal belt buckle.

She struggled to maintain balance while he
yanked her against himself over and over again. Little grunting
noises escaped her throat. Her pussy pulsed, on fire, needing it,
needing him inside her. She panted and watched him watch her
breasts, bouncing up and down with the impact of his forced lap
dance.

God. Please.

And then, as had happened before, he stopped
without warning. Another hand of poker was over. Another man had
won the pleasure of her company. Who? She craned her neck to look
around the table.

Geoff was kicked back in his chair, his eyes
half-lidded and sexy as hell. He raised an eyebrow and pointed at
the floor beside him.

Sir helped Jasmine get back on her feet. She
tottered over to the relaxed Geoff and stood where he pointed. She
vaguely noticed the next hand beginning, the familiar sound of a
shuffled deck of cards, the tinkling of the ice in Sir’s drink, the
plastic clicking of poker chips.

Geoff motioned for her to lean down to him.
He held her by the sides of her head and whispered in her ear, “Do
you have any idea how fucking hot you are?”

A hard thump sounded in her chest. She shook
her head.

He chuckled lightly. “Yes you do. That body
of yours would drive any man wild ... hell, it IS driving us wild.
I want to fuck you senseless.”

“Yes,” she said. “Now.” Her need had reduced
her to monosyllables.

“Oh, but not yet, Jasmine. We have so much
time, and I’m planning on making the most of every minute. I want
you on your knees between my legs. Now.”

He released her and adjusted his chair so she
could kneel. As soon as she was in position, he reached out and
undid the bun at the back of her head, releasing her thick hair
from its confinement.

“Beautiful,” he told her. Then he tangled her
hair in his hands and pulled her head down against his rock hard
cock, still trapped underneath the fabric of his pants.

He rubbed her around against himself and she
sighed under his command. He ground her against himself for only a
minute or so until he released her, then in quick motions, he
unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled out his swollen, huge
cock.

He held her by her hair with one hand, and
his cock in the other. “Do you want it?” he asked.

“Oh, yes I want it,” she said in a breathy
whisper. He had a spectacular member, long and thick with a fat
head. She thought of how it would stretch her pussy and shuddered
all over.

“If you want it, then taste it,” he told
her.

She eagerly opened her mouth and he pushed
the bulbous, smooth tip past her lips. He tasted clean and of manly
musk. He filled her mouth and spread her jaws tight with his wide
girth. Soon, he pressed against the back of her throat and when she
gagged, he backed off a bit.

And it went like that for a while, her
sucking and him fucking, and sometimes he went too far and
sometimes he didn’t, and it was good either way. Either way, she
wanted it. And in those moments as her tongue worked over his shaft
and her hand sought out his tight balls, she wondered if he’d shove
his cock all the way down her throat. She wondered if it would
hurt. She wondered if she’d mind.

She didn’t think she’d mind much of anything
at the moment, so great was her arousal, her desire for the
forbidden and new. She had changed, somehow, become a woman of
passion and need, who didn’t care about anything other than
release.

She reached between her legs and touched her
clit. Oh yes, that was good. And while Geoff fucked her mouth, she
worked her distended clit around and around. She tightened and
released, tightened and released. Around and around and the
pressure built.

The men, watching her, their eyes on her
naked form, feeling how much they wanted her. Seeing her lips
wrapped around Geoff’s huge cock, struggling to take him deeper and
deeper. Seeing him make her gag, seeing her accept it. More. Higher
and higher.

And then she was trembling all over, coming,
and she didn’t care who saw, or what they did, she only knew the
heights of her self-pleasure. She gasped loudly around Geoff’s
cock, raised her head off of him and cried out, arching
backward.

She looked into Geoff’s dark eyes.

“You’re a greedy little thing, Jasmine,” he
said. “Keep on coming. Just like that. Yes. Like that.”

And she did. And he rapidly stroked his cock.
They were both panting now and the tingles still spread from her
core into every part of her body.

“Open your mouth wider,” Geoff said, his
voice a harsh grunt.

She did. He grunted again. Shook all
over.

Then, as the last of her orgasm trilled up
her spine, he came. He shot into her mouth, filling her with the
warm fluid. She swallowed, gulping it down, an experience she’d
never allowed before, but did now, because this was different, this
was something new, more powerful, feral and real in a way nothing
else had ever been.

She swallowed it all down.

Because the look in his dark eyes told her he
wanted her to.

Yes.

Please.

She swallowed.

Chapter 4

Jasmine splashed cold water over her face,
trying to cool her hot skin. A knock sounded on the bathroom
door.

She heard Geoff’s voice. “Jasmine, are you
okay?”

She grabbed a towel off the rack and patted
her face. “Fine,” she called out. “I’m fine. Freshening up.”

“Let me in.”