Chasing Love (Dark Love 1)

“He makes it easy.” Her eyes fall downward, only momentarily, before she lifts them with a smile. “So, what’s going on downstairs?

“Rocky is organizing poker.”

“Well, prepare to get your butt kicked by a girl, Edwards.”

I pull her back into me as she attempts to walk away. “Speaking of butts… I can’t wait to get my hands on yours. Actually, not just my hands, but to have my cock slide inside your pretty little ass again.”

She grinds her ass against my cock, the throbbing becoming increasingly unbearable. “Patience, Mr. Edwards, that cock of yours is going to get a nice little workout this

weekend.”

Pressing into her, I’m ready to pull her into the room, have my way with her all night long until Rocky, who’s standing behind us, clears his throat.

“Strip poker time!”

He failed to mention earlier it would be strip poker.

“Rocky, come on, you always end up losing. So, what’s the point?” Charlotte whines, still stuck in my embrace. Thankfully, it gives me a mo

ment to try to calm my situation down below.

We make our way to the dining area, settling around the table.

“Rocky thinks he’s the poker king after a few sessions with some poker hot-shots in Harlem,” Nikki moans, grabbing the bottle of tequila and four shot glasses. “Let’s at least make this interesting.”

An hour later, Rocky is sitting in his underwear.

Why he didn’t wear boxers is beyond me.

I’ve lost my shirt, something which doesn’t bother me. Nikki is also shirtless, sitting across from me in her bra and exposing a nice pair of tits.

Then there’s Charlotte, looking all smug because she has the highest chip count and is still wearing a tank top and jeans. It’s our fourth round of shots, and somehow the game has turned into strip poker combined with truth-or-dare, except it’s all truth.

“Okay, my turn. Truth or dare, Lex?” Rocky asks loudly.

“Truth.”

Nobody trusts Rocky’s dares which is why we always pick truth.

“Age? Who? And where you first fucked a chick.”

I nearly choke on a peanut I just threw in my mouth. I don’t want to anger Charlotte, but she appears amused by the question, quite possibly because we’ve never had this conversation when we first started seeing each other.

“I uh… hold on… I was sixteen and the chick, Brittany, I think was her name, was at a party one night. Not much to report. It was the first time I got drunk, and there wasn’t much to it. She was some senior from another school, and she got a kick out of preying on the inexperienced.”

“Dude, sounds like you were a dud. Did she at least give you head?”

“Yes, she did. I don’t know… am I, Charlotte?”

Putting her on the spot, she laughs then purses her lips, remaining silent. We have already smashed the first bottle of tequila, and Nikki’s just pulled out the vodka. I can’t recall the last time I drank for fun. With my mind already slightly fuzzy, the only times I drink is to escape the sorrow when it overwhelms me.

“Mmm, you’ll have to remind me again,” she murmurs.

“Woo, go for it! Go, go, go,” Rocky chants, fist-pumping the air.

“For Christ’s sake, Rocky, they aren’t going to do it in front of you,” Nikki berates him. “Okay, Charlie, same question.”

“I’d answer, but Mr. Possessive over here can’t handle sex and my past,” she slurs.