“Ooh, like what?” Jordan asked when I explained it to her.
“We’ve bet cars before,” Rogan said. “One time Lowe bet his black card.”
“Someone won your black card?” Jordan asked Lowe.
“No, of course not, when I bet it, everyone folded,” he grumbled, clearly still sore from the experience. “Whimps.”
Jordan giggled. “What else.”
“You,” Ethan said simply.
Jordan tilted her head. “Me? What do you mean?”
“Well, normally we wouldn’t invite you because this is our safe place to talk about you and what we’d like to do to you without you knowing. Sometimes, we’ll bet clean stuff, like who gets to have you nanny for them during a schedule conflict,” I explained.
“Other times,” Lowe picked up, “it’s naughty stuff, like who gets to fuck you next.”
Oliver stood up and wrapped his arms around Jordan’s waist and kissed her on the cheek. “Sometimes, one of us will come up with a fantasy, something we want to do with you, and then we’ll wager who actually gets to carry it out. I told the guys I hadn’t gone down on you yet, so we bet it, and I won.” He chuckled. “I’m sure you remember.”
Jordan let out a little moan. “Vividly.” She looked around at us. “What else have you guys fantasized about?” Jordan asked.
I stepped closer to her until she was effectively sandwiched between Oliver and I. “Double teaming you,” I hummed down at her. “Or taking you all at once.”
Jordan’s eyes and nostrils flared with excitement. “Well, we are all here.”
I grinned at her. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”
Her lips twitched, something I noticed she did when she was annoyed. “What makes you think I don’t mean it?”
I locked eyes with Oliver for a minute, and he reached around, took Jordan’s neck into his hands and tilted her head back. I kissed her with my tongue forcing its way into her mouth. I pulled away and stared into her eyes. “Are you sure? If you say yes, we’re all going to fuck you here, and we’re going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
“Lucky me,” she responded. “I’m off tomorrow.”
The guys all let out sounds of approval and Oliver grabbed the base of her shirt and lifted it over her head and tossed it to the poker table. I set my hands on her breasts and squeezed them through her bra, then I dropped my fingers to the clasp of her bra and unhooked it, letting it clatter to the floor. I ducked my head down and latched my mouth onto one of her breasts and she let out a moan. Oliver ran a hand around her waist and slid it down the front of her pants and started to rub her pussy.
I brought myself upright again and looked at Jordan, who already looked like she was in heaven. “Who do you want first?”
She rutted her ass backwards against Oliver’s cock. “You and Oliver.” She looked over at Ethan. “Then Ethan and Cade.” She turned to look at where Lowe and Rogan were standing. “And Lowe and Rogan to finish me off.”
Oliver pulled his hand out of Jordan’s pants and swung it down at her ass, letting out a loud slap. “Up to the bedroom with you, then.”
We made our way to the bedroom, and Oliver and I had Jordan sprawled out on the bed in the blink of an eye. I removed the rest of her clothes and then knelt in front of her, and got to work taking the taste of her I was denied the last time I was with her. She whined as Oliver pulled off his clothes and stood next to the bed where Jordan could stroke his cock with her hand while he sucked on her breasts. We didn’t even need to speak to one another to know the plans we had for Jordan. I would suck on her clit, and Oliver on her breasts, until she was right on the precipice of coming, and then we would both pull back. She would whimper and then we would set back at it, edging her more, and never letting her get her release.
I crooked a couple of fingers into her pussy and she started to cry out at my targeting her sweet spot.
“Oh, fuck,” she whined. “Right there, Harrison.” I rubbed the spot quickly, and licked my tongue over her clit, feeling her pussy react to my every move. I could sense she was about to come, and I slowed my pace, not letting her go. “Please, Harrison.”
“Please what?” I asked.
“Please can I come?” she begged. “It feels so good. I wanna come.”
“She wants to come, Oliver,” I said. “What do you think?”
“I don’t think she wants to come that way,” Oliver responded. “And I think she’s too loud.” He moved closer to her face, turned her head towards him, and stuck his dick in her mouth. “Ah, fuck. Her mouth feels so good.” He rubbed her cheek. “You want Harrison to fuck you?” Jordan nodded as best she could with Oliver’s cock down her throat, and he laughed. “You heard the lady.” He snickered. “Well, saw her.”