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This was it. The defining moment. The final round that would determine who won this poker game. Michael had the upper hand thanks to me. Prior to this game starting, he had oddly requested I sit on the armrest of the sofa while Freddy sat next to me. Now I know it was because he wanted me to tell him what cards Freddy had in his deck. They must've had a good wager going if Michael couldn't afford to lose.
"What did we miss?" Serena asked, as she and Danny finally joined us and tried to pretend like they weren't messing around upstairs. It was a bad idea, but they were both consenting adults and I was going to butt out this time.
"Michael is about to slaughter the king of poker." I answered in excitement and Freddy sent me a glare before he placed down his final cards on the coffee table, which enabled me from signaling Michael about his deck.
"Haha! Royal flush! Eat that, sucker! Please tell them what I won, Freddy." Michael gloated happily as he and Daniel high-fived each other and waited for a very pissed off Freddy to answer.
"Dinner." Freddy mumbled underneath his breath.
"Dinner?" Serena questioned and the moment I glanced back and forth between Freddy and Michael, I realized what the prize really was as they stared at me.
"Oh, yes. A lovely dinner with this beautiful and sexy woman right here." Michael continued his bragging as he wrapped his arms around my hips and held me close to his chest. Freddy was peeved, but I shouldn't care. And I hated that I still did.
"Uh...we're just gonna go...anywhere else but here. Come on, Daniel." Serena hurried, and I glared at her for leaving me here with this problem while she and Danny ran out towards the front porch.
"Guess who's also paying for dinner." Michael whispered behind me, practically jumping with joy at his victory. I grimaced as Freddy got up and swiped the cards right off the table in anger.
"He's just joking around. No need to get all hostile. Michael, tell him the truth." I urged the little shithead and Michael shook his head in response.
"No way. I won and he has to pay up."
"I can admit defeat. But only when my opponent doesn't win by cheating." Freddy fired back, fury in his eyes as he glanced towards me. My cheeks burned hot and I sent him my best apologetic smile before I took Michael's hand and dragged him upstairs to help me pack. I locked the door, afraid Freddy might come up here to start a fight and hurried over to my bed, grabbing a pillow to throw at Michael's head.
"What the fuck, Michael?! You should've told me you were betting on me!"
"Oh, whatever. It was worth it just for the look on his face."
"Michael!" I scolded, as he made his way towards me and reached to tickle my sides in order to calm me down. I tried to hold back my laughter as I pried his hands away but the second his hands grabbed a hold of my hips and pulled me closer to him, I swallowed hard and looked up at him. I'd forgotten how handsome he was, and how undeniably comfortable I was around him. And he had no problem reminding me when he leaned in for a kiss. It was a short one, a kiss to test the waters so to speak, but the spark was still there and it made me smile. I kissed him back and a groan escaped his mouth the moment my tongue collided with his. His warm hands slipped underneath my shirt and I pressed myself against him, letting him know he could continue.
That was all the green light Michael needed. He pulled my shirt off and continued to kiss me until my back hit the mattress. His long body hovered over mine as I pulled his shirt off and my hands began to remember just how soft and warm the skin on his chest was. Once they were done exploring his pecs, they lowered down to his belt and tugged it off, throwing it across the room. He did the same with mine and pulled down my jeans until they were off and out of the way. His wet lips kissed their way down to my breasts as he unhooked my bra and set them free. His fingertips played with my nipples as he continued to kiss down my body, making me tremble as his lips started growing closer and closer to my inner thighs. With one hand, he managed to snap off my underwear and his tongue immediately went to work.
I placed my legs over his shoulders and he pulled me harder against his mouth as he began to stroke my clit with the tip of his tongue. My thoughts turned to mush, my legs quivered and my back arched as he placed two fingers inside of me, stopping right at my g-spot. I wanted to scream, but I bit my tongue, and held it back just in time for Michael to remove himself long enough to slip a condom on before he plunged inside of me. Our hands intertwined above my head as he drove deeper and deeper inside of me and our foreheads touched as he flipped us over and we switched positions.
I was now on top, straddling his hips and bouncing on his shaft. His hands gripped and tweaked my nipples, adding more to the pooling desire at my core. I started to roll my hips faster, and arched my back far enough to allow him to go in as deep as he could. And when he did, I felt the climax wash over me like a cold shower on a hot summer day. Michael joined me a few seconds after my hips stopped rolling and his shaft grew large enough to stretch my inner walls, milking him until he came hard. It felt good. It felt right. And I wanted to do it all over again.
Michael seemed to have the same idea, and we smiled at each other as he sat up and began to tease my breasts with his tongue. Lucky for me, Michael's sex drive matched my own and I knew we'd have no problem fucking our way through this grief.