"You'd be surprised how many women wear briefs."
"Spare me the details."
“Are those one of your favorite pairs?”
“Can we please stop talking about my panties and continue with round two?”
“Dying to get naked, huh?”
“Not even a little bit. That’s the last round I’m going to lose. I promise you that.”
* * *
Those words soon come back to haunt me because in another fifteen minutes Knox calls Uno again and now I’ve got a real decision to make.
Do I take off my panties, my top, or do I just say the hell with this and kick him out of my room? Funny how this is actually a decision, because a strong part of me wants to see just how much mouth Knox will have once I’m sitting in front of him, bare-breasted. Maybe he won't be able to handle seeing me in my birthday suit. Maybe I should call his bluff.
“Uno, out!” He slams a blue five card on the table, licks the corner of his mouth, and waits for me to peel off another item of clothing.
“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?”
“Hell, yeah, Queenie.”
Two can play at this game.
“So which piece do you want me to take off?” I challenge.
“Huh?”
Knox believes that he’s discreetly adjusting his dick under the table. He isn’t. I know exactly what he’s doing. I threw him off with my question.
“Winners choice,” I say matter-of-factly. “Which one do you want me to take off next? The panties or the top?”
“Have you played strip Uno before, Gigi?” he asks suddenly growing annoyed.
“The rules seem pretty clear. You win the hand then I have to strip.”
“We don’t have to continue. I think I’ve proven beyond a doubt that I’m still the reigning Uno champion.”
“But we have one more round.”
“It’s been a long day–“
“But we have one more round.”
“Gigi,” his voice thickens, and he shifts in his chair again. “Stop fucking around.”
“Since this chair is kind of cold, I’ll do the top.”
Before he can say anything else, I stand and make a show of slowly lifting my top up and over my head, tossing it to the side with my sweatpants. Then standing in only a pair of yellow lace bikini panties, I shuffle the cards and slam them in the center of the table.
“Cut the deck.”
Knox is staring at me slack jawed and I imagine that all the blood from his big head has rushed to the one down below. I tap the deck with my pointer finger two times to nudge him along.
“Cut.”
I watch his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallows thickly. After he finally cuts the deck, I deal the cards and sit back down. There’s a slight bite to the air as the night grows longer and my nipples ache to be warmed by the mouth of the man sitting right across the table from me.
Knox has lost all of his bravado. I basically snatched it from his chest once I willingly pulled off my top. What I see in replace of it, though, is hunger. He wants me. That is definitely clear and that makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world right now.
Our last round of cards is quieter and way more intense. We are in a different kind of stare off. He can’t keep his eyes off me and I can’t keep my eyes off of his cards. I can’t lose this round. I refuse to. Most of this game is luck but a good part of Uno strategy is to pay attention to the cards your opponent has already thrown out. Finally, the cards seem to be on my side and I’m close to winning this round.
“Uno,” I call.
He stares at me for what feels like a lifetime but may have only been sixty-seconds or so. There’s a red four on the table and I have a yellow eight in my hand.
“I think you have another red card, so I’m changing the color,” he announces. “The color is yellow. The same color as those panties that are about to come off.”
He lays his yellow card down and I smile.
“Uno, out.”
I lay my card down and a wild intensity of want swirls around us. He stands in his tight corner of the deck and drops his shorts. As I figured, he was commando underneath and his dick immediately springs free and juts forth angrily in my direction.
“Come sit in front of me on the table, Gigi. Let me look at you.”
I now realize that I am no longer in control of this game whatsoever. Knox is. But I don't mind it. In fact, I think I want it.
I do as I’m told and sit on the table in front of him and watch in awe as his huge member bobs up and down in front of me.
“You want my dick in your mouth?”
I feel a rush of warm liquid dampen my crotch. His words are raunchy and unlike anything I’ve heard before, but they make my body ache with need.
He leans forward and uses his uninjured hand to slide the crotch of my panties over. With two fingers only, he strokes my clit and groans as he makes his discovery.
“You’re fucking drenched, Queenie.”
I feel like a goddess sitting under the moon with myself open to Knox and suddenly I grow the courage to make the next move. I lean over and grab the base of his dick and guide it slowly into my mouth as I lower myself down. I suck hard as I pull my head back up and the same as I go back down and his dick gets harder than it already was.
Hard as a stone pillar.
“Shit, Gigi.”
The more I pleasure Knox, the more my pussy aches, so I slide a few of my fingers inside my panties to relieve the pressure as I work his length.
“Does your pussy hurt, Queenie?”
“It aches,” I say with a mouth full of him.
“Let me fix that, baby.”
Nineteen
Knox
* * *
Gigi stops everything as I drop to the ground in front of her, slide her ass forward, and claim her pussy like I’ve wanted to since the moment I walked through the door of her apartment.
With a possessive intensity, I mercilessly flick her clit (mine now) back and forth like a diesel motor and right when she’s about to scream bloody murder, I suck her clit so hard that she comes hard with a gut-wrenching cry.
“Knox!”
Her body is mine now and I will treat it with the utmost respect, I say to myself as I slowly clean her with my tongue. I watch with satisfaction as little aftershocks rock her body and completely ignore how blue my balls are right now.
Because I don’t matter right now.
Only she matters.
“You’re fucking beautiful when you come,” I tell her.
I slide each of her legs on my shoulders and keep my mouth on her pussy as I stand.
“Hold on,” I growl.
I grip her by the hips and carefully walk us through the French doors to her bedroom.
It’s a blatant show of my strength.
And another sign of my weakness.
I don’t want to be separated from her yet. So, my mouth stays on her needy core.
Once we’re in the bedroom, I toss her through the air and onto the bed. She’s splayed for my pleasure and I fist myself as I stare down at her with a need for domination that I’ve never felt before. I need to make her forget any other man that came before me. There’s only me now.