Stroke of Luck

“Not at all.” Quinn smiled. “She doesn’t have to take off her dress to show it to us.”

She could take off the bra and slide it out from underneath her dress. It always amazed him when women did that.

“It’s all right, Austin,” April said.

She then surprised Quinn when she slid her fingers into the deep V of her dress and tugged a bit of the bra forward, exposing the coral lace and a small bow in black satin ribbon. The sight of that small amount of lacy undergarment, which was supposed to be hidden, along with her breasts swelling from the widened neckline, made his cock tighten.

From the hunger in Austin’s eyes, it was having the same effect on him.

April dealt the next hand. Quinn had three aces, but decided to toss two of them. He wanted Austin to win next to see what he would do.

Austin won the hand and gazed at Quinn speculatively. Then he gestured for April to lean in close and whispered in her ear. She nodded, then stood up and approached Quinn. When she was beside him, she rested her hand on his shoulder and leaned in slowly.

Had Austin told her to kiss him? He waited in anticipation as her lips moved closer, but they stopped by his ear.

She whispered, “Austin wants you to tell me the color of your underwear.”

The softness of her breath against his ear made him long for her lips to nuzzle against him. Fuck, he wanted to get on to having sex with her. To watching Austin have sex with her.

But he knew he had to ease Austin into this. He wasn’t sure quite how to tell him about the arrangement, so ramping things up seemed the best approach.

Quinn laughed and nodded. “All right. Sit on my lap and I’ll tell you.”

He rolled his chair back, and she sat on his thighs. He curled his arm around her waist, his body reacting to the feel of her warm body so close.

He turned her sideways on his lap and leaned in, nuzzling her temple.

“My underwear are charcoal black,” he whispered, “and are snug boxers. So snug that when my cock swells like it is right now, since I find it so sexy when you’re on my lap, that it stretches the thin cotton.”

He brushed his lips against her ear, noting her quickening breath.

“Now,” he whispered, “go back to Austin and sit on his lap just like this, and tell him exactly what I just told you.”

As she stood up, Quinn knew that on his next win, he was going to push Austin to the limit.

9

April stood up, her knees a little shaky, and walked toward Austin. He gazed at her with curiosity, probably wondering why she wasn’t just relaying the information out loud.

When she reached his chair, she stopped. How was she going to get on his lap with his chair facing the table?

“Help the girl out and push back your chair, Austin,” Quinn said.

Austin rolled back from the table, and April timidly sat down on his lap and curled her hands around his neck.

Austin’s arm circled her waist, just as Quinn’s had done. Being so close to him sent a quivering awareness through her.

“Quinn wants me to whisper it to you.” She leaned close to his ear and lowered her voice. “He says that his underwear is charcoal black and they’re … um … tight. So tight that when his cock hardens like it did when I was sitting on his lap, that it … uh … stretches the fabric.”

April could feel Austin’s cock swell against her thigh.

“Okay,” he said a bit stiffly. “More information than what I asked for, but Quinn is always very thorough.”

Quinn laughed. “I could show them to you if you like.”

Austin raised a hand. “No. I’m good.”

Austin’s cock was still hard and pressed tightly against her. Her insides ached at the thought of touching it. Of gliding her fingers along its length, then squeezing gently.