Ishowered as soon as I got back up to the apartment, and dressed suitably for my evening of strip poker with Mikey. As I’m walking to the den to meet him, he saunters up behind me and slaps my ass. “You ready to get your ass whooped, Red?” he chuckles in my ear.
He’s dressed in gray sweatpants, and judging by the outline of his huge cock in them, absolutely nothing else. “You are very sure of yourself,” I laugh at him. “I’m not that bad at poker, you know?”
He looks me up and down. “Then why are you wearing more clothes than I have ever seen you in before,” he says as he pulls the neck of hooded sweatshirt and peers inside, confirming I’m wearing a tank top too.
“I’m cold,” I shrug.
“Hmm.” He leans close and plants a soft kiss on my neck. “This apartment is boiling, though. I turned up the heating.”
“Cheat!” I laugh.
“Says the woman wearing socks!” he laughs. “You have never worn socks in this apartment without your sneakers. Not once.”
“Well, I still think your strategy is overly confident,” I glance down at his sweatpants.
“Ah, but I got me a secret weapon, Red,” he winks at me as he slips his arm around my waist and we walk to the den. “We have ourselves a third player.”
“Conor?” I arch an eyebrow at him. “I thought he was working?”
Mikey chuckles as we walk into the den. “Conor is good at poker, but I got the man who taught him everything he knows.”
That’s when I notice the laptop on the table. “Shane?”
“The one and only,” Mikey grins at me.
There is no-one on the screen yet, simply an empty hotel room. I strain my eyes to see the bed and whether there is any evidence of Erin being there, but all I see is a perfectly made bed and Shane’s cell phone on the nightstand.
“Shane!” Mikey shouts, and a few seconds later Shane fills the screen as he sits on a chair directly in front of his laptop. He’s wearing a white shirt and suit pants and he looks so good it makes my pussy contract.
“Evening. We ready to play some poker?” he smiles.
“How exactly are we going to play like this? How do we deal you in?” I ask.
He holds up a pack of playing cards. “I’ll deal three hands, just like you’re both in the room with me.”
“Hmm.” I raise an eyebrow at him. “That’s very convenient for you.”
He places a hand over his heart and winces. “Of all the things you have ever said to me, Jessie, accusing me of cheating at cards has to be the most hurtful,” he says with a wicked grin that makes my insides melt and causes Mikey to chuckle.
“Jessie’s wearing socks, Shane,” Mikey adds.
“Socks?” Shane arches an eyebrow. “Really? And I’m the cheat?”
“I’m cold,” I shrug.
“Hmm. Judging by Mikey’s attire, it looks freezing there.”
“Well, I think Mikey is overconfident, and I am simply prepared,” I add as I settle back in my chair.
“Well, we’ll see how your strategy plays out, won’t we, Hacker? Just so I understand where we’re at, how many things you wearing, Mikey?” Shane asks.
“One.”
Shane laughs. “You are confident. I’m wearing three.”
I do the math in my head. Shirt. Pants. Boxers.
“How about you, Jessie?” Shane growls.
More math. “Seven.”
“Cheat!” Mikey grins.
“Mikey!” Shane gently chides him. “If Jessie chooses to wear more clothes tonight, than she usually wears in a week, then that’s her choice. I have every confidence she’s going to be naked very soon anyway.”
“We’ll see,” I say with a sense of confidence I don’t feel because Shane Ryan plays poker like he does everything else in life — to win.
To my complete surprise, I win the first hand. I consider which of them needs to remove some clothes, and there is only one logical choice. I really don’t want to be distracted by Mikey’s nakedness for the whole evening, and besides that, Shane looks much finer out of his shirt than in it. He removes his shirt with a grumble, but it’s only when he sits back down and he and Mikey share a look that I realize I’ve just been completely played. He wanted to be shirtless. Now he’s more comfortable, and I’m even more distracted.
A little over two hours later, I am predictably completely naked while Shane and Mikey are still in their pants. I didn’t win a single hand after the first one.
“For someone with your skills, Hacker, I’m surprised you’re not much better at poker?” Mikey grins at me.
“I am good at poker,” I protest. “But your brother is a shark! I’m sure he’s counting cards there.”
“Again with the cheating insults,” Shane shakes his head as though he is deeply wounded.
“You had three aces in one of those hands, Shane!” I try to glare at him but I’m too happy to. The truth is, the three of us have had a great time and I haven’t seen either Shane or Mikey this relaxed for a long time. Shane has been gone for four days and I haven’t spoken to him since the day he left. I was worried things were going to be frosty between us again, but he seems to have forgiven me for turning him down the night we got Liam back from the Russians.
“Luck of the Irish,” Shane says with a shrug.
Mikey laughs as he collects up our cards and chips from the table and I pick up my panties from the floor.
“Mikey!” Shane says in that low, gravelly tone that makes me melt, and the atmosphere in the room changes in an instant.
“Yeah?” Mikey looks between Shane and me.
“Can you give us half an hour?” he growls.
“Sure,” Mikey says before standing up. He cups my chin in his hand and tilts my head before sealing my mouth with a kiss. “I’ll be waiting for you, Red. Don’t put any of those damn clothes back on,” he growls too.
“I won’t,” I whisper.
When Mikey has left the room, I focus on the laptop screen, biting my lip in anticipation.
“Go sit on the sofa, Jessie, and put the laptop on the coffee table in front of you.”
I could ask why. I could remind him that we don’t do this kind of stuff anymore. But, I am hot, and wet, and I miss him so much. Besides, he can’t actually touch me, can he? So, no matter what we do now, we’re not breaking any of our rules.
Picking up the computer, I do as Shane asks and sit down on the sofa, placing the laptop directly in front of me.
“Now, lean back and put your feet on the table. One on either side of the screen,” he commands.
I blush at the thought of his view from the other side of the camera if I do that. “Shane!”
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, sweetheart.”
“I get that. But…”
“I won, right? And this is the prize I choose. Feet up, Jessie. Now! I want to see that beautiful pink pussy.”
The heat floods my body as I do as he orders and place my feet on the table, so I am completely spread open for him.
“Fuck! Your cunt is beautiful.”
The wet heat rushes between my thighs at his words. “What now?” I breathe.
“Now, I want to watch you while you make yourself come.”
I suck in a breath and he groans softly. “Do you ever think about me when you touch yourself, Jessie?”
“Yes,” I admit.
“Good. Because I’ve already jerked off twice today thinking about you. Now show me how you touch yourself when you’re thinking about me, Hacker.”
He thinks about me! “I can’t.” I bite my lip and shake my head. I’m too self-conscious.
“Jessie!” he growls loudly as he unzips his fly and pulls his cock out of his suit pants. Even from here, I can see it is rock hard and glistening with precum, and my body trembles at the memory of him inside me. “If I was there with you, I’d be burying my cock in your cunt right now.”
“Shane,” I groan loudly because I love his filthy mouth.
“I can see already you’re soaking, Hacker. You know that you want this as much as I do. Now slide your hand down to that beautiful, wet cunt and touch yourself for me.”
I slide my hand down my body, between my thighs, until I find my already swollen clit. My fingers glide easily over the slick bud and I bite my lip to stifle a groan before I close my eyes and tilt my head back.
“Eyes on me, Hacker. You don’t get to come for me if you’re not looking at me.”
I lift my head and open my eyes, watching as he strokes his cock while he glares at my pussy and my fingers working.
“And stop biting your damn lip. I want to hear every sound you make,” he growls as the pace of his own stroking increases.
“You’re so damn bossy,” I groan as the tremors of pleasure build in my abdomen and thighs.
“You’d better believe it, Hacker. Fuck! I wish I was there right now. I’d slip two fingers inside you and make you squeeze me tight. You remember how it feels when I fuck you with my fingers?”
“Yes,” I pant, as a rush of wet heat almost makes me lose control.
“Slip two fingers inside yourself then, sweetheart. And pretend they’re mine. Tell me how good your cunt feels.”
“Shane,” I pant as I watch him gripping his cock while he talks filthy to me. But I glide my other hand between my thighs and push two fingers inside and arch my back in pleasure.
“How does that feel, Jessie?” he groans.
“So good,” I breathe. “But I wish it was you,” I say, entirely lost in the moment and forgetting that we told each other we couldn’t do this anymore. But this isn’t real, is it? He’s not actually touching me.
“I wish it was me too, sweetheart. Being inside your cunt is my fucking nirvana. Now, tell me how wet you are,” he hisses, and I can tell he is on the edge.
“I’m soaking for you, Shane,” I moan as I grind down onto my fingers while I increase the pressure on my clit. “You make me come so hard.”
“Fuck! Jessie!” he roars and watching him spurt his seed onto his own hand as he loses control is so damn hot that it tips me over the edge too and my climax washes over me in long rolling waves as I continue rubbing out the last tremors of pleasure from my body. I straighten up when I’m done, my cheeks flushed pink and panting for breath. I smile at him.
“Dammit, Jessie. I’m gonna have to get these pants dry cleaned,” he laughs softly.
“I think we might need to steam clean the sofa too,” I glance between my thighs before I arch an eyebrow at him.
“Have you got cum on the sofa, sweetheart?” he growls, and the heat floods through me again.
“A little,” I breathe.
“Fuck. You make me so fucking hard, Jessie. I miss you.”
“I miss you too, Shane,” I whisper and then we just stare at each other through the screen, neither of us saying any of the things we do desperately need to. “When will you be home?” I finally ask when I can bear the tension no longer.
“A few days,” he says and the change in his tone is evident. He looks away from the screen and zips up his fly. “I have to go,” he snaps.
I swallow the emotion down at the sudden coolness in him. He is annoyed at himself because he has let his guard down with me. But he instigated this. Not me. “Okay,” I stand up and pick up the laptop to switch it off. “I guess I’ll see you in a few days.”
“Jessie!” he says as I’m about to disconnect.
“What, Shane?”
He licks his lip and stares at me for a few seconds before he speaks. “When you’re being fucked by my brother in a few minutes, remember that it was me who made you soaking wet for him.”
“You’re an arrogant asshole, you know that?” I shake my head, but I can’t help but smile at him.
“I do, but you love it, right?”
“Goodnight, Shane,” I reply before I close the lid and end the call.
