Chapter Twenty-Nine Travis
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Travis
I don’t normally spend time playing games, but counting cards is nothing more than simple math and probability. I know that there are two queens in the community pool on the table and one in my hand, so there’s no way Sage has four of a kind.
She squints her eyes at the cards in her hand and tries to make sense of the best move for her. It’s cute that she’s trying. Has she really not picked up on me counting cards? Or does she really think I’m that lucky?
I stretch my neck and crack my knuckles like I’m about to perform heart surgery instead of play cards. “Math never lies,” I whisper dramatically, then accidentally launch a card across the room as I try to shuffle. It hits Sage in the forehead.
“Smooth,” she says, deadpan. “Remind me to never let you be the magician at a kids’ party.”
“Cardio-kinesis,” I mutter, picking it up. “It’s a strategy.”
We count down to one and both lay down our hands, revealing that she has nothing at all. “Three of a kind,” I say with a smile.
She shakes her head in disbelief, her cheeks getting red as she huffs. “How the hell do you keep doing this?”
“There’s only one thing left to take, isn’t there?” I point to her crotch, at the lace thong she’s wearing, with a devious grin.
“You have to be cheating. Please tell me you’re cheating and I’m not just this bad,” Sage pleads, not taking her panties off just yet.
I feign offense and lean back while I shake my head. “You really think I would cheat at strip poker, of all things?”
She rolls her eyes and stands up before sliding out of her panties. She tosses them aside and makes a show of sitting down to hide herself from me. She picks up the deck and shuffles it, clearly not ready to stop.
“Either my eyes deceive me, or you’re out of clothes,” I say as I lean forward. “By strip poker rules, that means you lose.”
“No. I have to win a round eventually, and we’re playing until that happens.” My cock is already straining in my pants, and I look her up and down before agreeing.
“Okay, but when you lose the next hand, you have to do what I say.” She freezes and looks at me, nodding. She has no idea what she’s agreed to.
She deals the cards, and I see that I have a five and six of clubs in my hand. I hold my breath as she flips the community cards to reveal a straight flush for me with a seven, eight, and nine of clubs on the table. It’s like divine intervention is stepping in and making sure I win.
I can see by the look in her eyes she has nothing. Looking between the community pile and her own hand to try to put something together, but she can’t. At the very least, she cannot beat a straight flush. With no royals in the community pile, there’s nothing better to play.
Right before revealing her hand, Sage throws on her best poker face—if her poker face was modeled after a melodramatic soap opera villain.
“Prepare to meet your match,” she declares, tossing her hair back and staring into my eyes.
“You sure about that?” I arch an eyebrow.
She reveals her hand: a scattered mess of low cards.
“Okay, I’m not your match,” she mutters. “Maybe your neighbor’s match. Like . . . their dog’s match.”
I didn’t even have to count cards to win that one.
“Okay. You win.” She folds her arms across her chest, not bothering to cover her bare nipples. She just pushes her breasts higher, making them more prominent, if anything.
Scooting the chair, I lean back as I unzip my pants. “All right, my prize is a blow job.”
She feigns frustration but promptly walks over to me and gets on her knees. I pull out my cock, and it’s already upright as she kneels in front of it and licks the shaft.
I smile at her as she gets to work, brushing her hair out of her face so I can admire the view. There’s nothing quite like seeing a beautiful girl on her knees with your cock in her mouth.
“Make sure you take all of it,” I say as soon as she wraps her lips around the tip.
I close my eyes and bask in the sensation.
Her mouth is warm and wet, and her tongue teases my shaft as she bobs up and down.
Sage is a pro at this by this point, and with every movement of her head, she sends me closer to my orgasm.
As she feels me getting closer, she stops, pulling away with a mischievous smirk and gently teasing my cock with her tongue. “You never told me to make you come,” she says.
I grab my cock and press it against her lips, and she opens them wide.
I sit up a little straighter and grab the back of her head as I push it down on me.
Sage stares up and opens her mouth as wide as she can as she takes all of me in her throat.
Even as I hold the back of her head, she moves it up and down slightly, letting her throat gulp to tease it even more.
I feel like I’m on the verge of exploding, so I let go of her and push her away. She catches her breath as a mixture of her saliva and my precum drips from her mouth onto her chest.
“I never thought I’d be so happy I learned to count cards,” I say.
Sage gasps and stands up, folding her arms in front of her. “I knew you cheated!”
She slaps me on the shoulder and moves to turn around. Before she can get away, I grab her and push her back onto the kitchen table. She props herself up on her elbows, staring at me with interest.
“I think I can make it up to you,” I say before immediately shoving my face in her pussy. She doesn’t protest as my tongue explores her folds. Her legs spread wider, and I scoop them over my shoulders while going to town on her clit.
I swirl my tongue around it, sucking it between my lips as her body writhes on the table. She moans and whimpers with every suckle. My hands reach for her breasts, and I rub her nipples, while Sage runs her fingers through my hair to hold me closer to her.
“You’re so fucking good,” she moans as her muscles tense with every flick of my tongue. I slide a finger inside her, feeling how her pussy throbs around it. I can imagine the feeling on my cock, and it twitches in anticipation.
I keep my tongue glued to her as I wait for her to be just on the brink before pulling my mouth away. Sage pushes herself up, giving me a pleading look. “Please, I’m so close!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you finish. Eventually,” I say before standing and pushing my pants down all the way. She stares at me and bites her lip.
“On the kitchen table? Travis Blacksburg, who are you?” She laughs as she pulls my shirt over my head and traces her fingers over my muscles.
Her legs wrap around me to pull me close just as I slide my cock inside her soaking-wet pussy.
Both of us moan and let out a long exhale as we feel each other.
My lips find hers, and I kiss her passionately, letting my tongue slide into her mouth.
I can taste myself on her, and I know she can taste her own juices too.
Both of us meld together entirely as I pump in and out of her slowly.
“You make me feel so good,” she moans as she tightens her legs around me. “I love how you fuck me.”
I grab her legs and move them from my waist, folding them toward her torso. Just as I feel her pussy starting to clench around me, I pull out and listen to her whimper and beg for me to let her finish.
With her legs still folded and her pussy on perfect display, I bury my face between her legs again, teasing her clit just until she’s on the edge.
“Please!” Sage cries out, desperate for relief.
“Tell me what you want,” I say as I press my cock against her pussy and slide it up and down, soaking it in her juices.
“I want you to make me come,” she replies, breathing raggedly as my cock grazes her clit.
I watch her face as I slowly slide my cock inside her again. She lets out a long exhale as she braces for the pleasure bound to overwhelm her.
“Your pussy belongs to me.” She whimpers uncontrollably as I move in and out, feeling her throbbing on my cock. “Tell me it’s mine, Sage.”
“It’s all yours!” she screams. Her cries are intoxicating as she inches closer and closer.
“I’m the only one who’s allowed to touch you.”
“Yes! The only one.” Just as she finishes, I lose complete control and fuck her hard on the table. It shakes and moves from its spot, forcing me to try to walk with it. Sage screams as her pussy tightens and grips me, drinking in every rope of my cum as I explode inside her.
Her body jolts up unintentionally as her head hangs backward. I don’t stop moving until I’m sure both of us have every ounce of pleasure completely drained from us. When I’m positive that’s the case, I pull out and take a seat once again.
“You might have won all the hands, but I definitely think we’re both winners in the end,” she jokes. I shake my head and lean back in the chair, feeling satisfied. “Can I interest you in a celebratory snack?” she adds, walking to the fridge stark naked and pulling out a string cheese.
“I think we just burned enough calories to justify that,” I reply.
“Great. Also, you owe me a rematch.” She tosses the cheese stick at me like a gauntlet.
I catch it. “Only if you promise to wear the exact same poker face next time. It terrifies the cards into submission.”