All In:Playing the Fool(11)

"I got the flash drive and your note," she said against my ear.

I'd put the elevator video on a thumb drive, deleted it everywhere else  and left it for her, password protected with the penthouse code only she  would know from the other night. I'd asked her to at least watch it  once before destroying it.

"Did you watch it?" I asked against her ear.

"Maybe."

"You did!" I exclaimed, then laughed. "Did you get all hot and bothered watching it?"

"Maybe," she said again, which was another yes … but not one I was going to rub in.

"Whenever you're up for an encore performance let me know," I told her. "No more elevators though."

"Okay," she said softly. I pulled back to look at her face to see which  she was agreeing to, when her lips met mine, tasting like those  addicting fucking cherries. I couldn't even think of holding back as our  tongues met and thrust in and out of each other's mouths.

"What the hell, Lacy?" a deep masculine voice interrupted over the  music. Oh shit. The big dude could kick my ass ten times over.

"Zack, meet my date, Will. Will, this is my ex, Zack."

"Nice to meet you," I said, not lessening my grip on Lacy to even shake  his hand. I wouldn't tell the asshole I was a huge fan. I wasn't sure I  was anymore.

"You'd rather be with him, than me?" Zack Bradford asked. I wasn't offended, since I was just as surprised by her decision.         

     



 

"Yes, I would," she responded adamantly. "Can you believe oral sex  actually goes both ways? I was shocked when Will demonstrated that  little fact, and made me come three times on an elevator!" Wow, that was  a low blow, but I couldn't keep the shit-eating grin off my face.

"Men with little dicks have to make up for their inadequacies in some  way," he countered. I wasn't extra-large but "little" had never been the  adjective used to describe my dick. I didn't even have time to respond  before Lacy came to my rescue.

"His dick is anything but little, and I came just fine that way too. Why  couldn't you ever manage do that, Zack?" she asked, sounding like it  was the God's honest truth.

"Whatever. You know you miss it," he said with a clenched jaw.

"Right, I miss it so much I broke up with you. We're done, so stop  calling and texting and showing up. There's not a single part of you  that I miss, especially not your cheating dick."

"Fuck you, Lacy," he spat at her, before he turned and started walking away.

"Not anymore!" she yelled back at him.

"Holy shit! You're a feisty little thing, aren't you?" I laughed. "Is all that true?" I asked.

She exhaled, then looked up at me. "Yes."

"Wow. It's nice to know there's one thing I'm better at than that big son of a bitch."

"That asshole could never be even half the man you are," she said  softly, making my heart swell up in my chest. "Take me home with you  tonight."

"Hell yes. My real one this time," I told her. After she went and said a  quick goodbye to the two friends she'd come to the club with, we  started for the door.

"See ya, Joe," I said, when we walked by the bar on the way out.

"You owe me a beer," he yelled, and I nodded in agreement. Against all odds, he'd been right.

"Now, just a warning, my real ride is not as nice as the million dollar Porsche."

"But it's yours."

"That is true. And honestly, I've had so much to drink that I don't need to be driving. We should just get a cab."

"I can drive, if you want. I haven't had anything to drink," she assured me. I handed my keys over to her.

"This is it," I told her when we got to my good old reliable, black Ford truck.

"This is much better than the Porsche," she replied, making me laugh.  "I'm serious. That damn car was so small, there was no room to fuck in  it. But a bench seat? Well, there's plenty of room for all sorts of  naughty things."

"Fuck, yes," I agreed when I opened the driver side for her. As soon as I  sat down on the passenger side Lacy climbed on my lap, straddling me as  we kissed, urgently and desperately. Her hands went to work on undoing  my pants while I pulled her dress over her head. My fingers slipped  under her thong and dipped into her pussy, making sure she was good and  ready. I guess she was, because as soon as my cock was free, she was  lowering herself down. Wait, something was missing. Shit.

"Hold on, let me get a condom," I told her, then groaned as her pussy clenched my cock while she slid up and down it.

"Oh God  …  on birth control and just tested at school," she said. That was good enough for me.

I grabbed her hips and guided her movements, before reaching for  handfuls of her incredible tits. "Fuck me harder, Lacy," I urged, and  God bless her, the gorgeous woman rode me so fucking good.

"Oh! Ohhh God! Ohhh yes! Yes! Yes!" she screamed out her release, her  hands squeezing my shoulders, her tight, wet pussy slamming down and  stroking my cock until I came inside of her. It was unlike anything I'd  ever felt before. Life altering amazing.

"Oh fuck," I groaned as I pressed her body down while the last shudders of ecstasy rolled through my body.

Lacy laid her head on my shoulder, reminding me of being with her in the  hot tub when she fell asleep on me. I wasn't sure what I'd ever done to  deserve this woman in my arms, and didn't know how long it'd last, but I  was damn well going to enjoy every second I had with her.



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Lacy



I hadn't even come down from my incredible pleasure high when the knock on the truck window made me scream.

"Oh shit," Will muttered.

Whoever it was had a flashlight, shining it in on us. Then it hit me. Police.

I was paralyzed as Will found and pulled my dress back over my head, and  then moved me off of him. He zipped his pants before opening the  passenger door.

"You're both under arrest," the deep masculine voice said. I covered my face as the embarrassment washed over me.

"Okay, can I go get my attorney? He's sitting in that club at the bar," Will said, pointing to the building we'd just left.         

     



 

Joe! Oh thank God.

"No. You're not going anywhere," the voice said.

I heard Will sigh heavily. "Fine, I'll just call him."

I prayed Joe answered, and could've cried when he did.

"Hey Joe, could you come out to the parking lot on the corner of Greene  Street and Elm? Lacy and I are getting arrested. No shit. Okay, thanks,"  Will said into the phone. "He's on the way."

The officer groaned but stepped away from the truck to wait. "Are you okay?" Will turned and asked me.

"No, Will. I'm not okay," I said rubbing a hand over my face. My father  was going to find out! I couldn't have a record in the journalism world,  no matter how minor an offense. Oh God!

I looked up and under the street lights I saw Joe come striding down the  sidewalk to the parking lot. His usual laid back demeanor had been  replaced with Defense Attorney Joe's no nonsense swagger.

"What's going on?" he asked the cop.

"I could hear the woman's screams halfway across the parking lot," he started, and I covered my face with both my hands.

"So, you couldn't wait to get a peek, right?" Joe asked the cop.

"What? I didn't know if she was in distress, or what was going on, until I approached the vehicle."

"Righhht. Will, what was Ms. Pierce screaming?"

Will cleared his throat as he thought it over. "I believe there were  some 'Oh Gods' but the, ah, loudest was probably the 'Yeses."

Joe made a noise like he was suppressing a laugh and coughed to cover it  up. "So, Officer, you heard a woman screaming "Yes" and thought she was  in distress?"

"Like I said, I didn't know what was going on so I approached the  vehicle and that's when I saw the woman  …  fornicating on top of the  man."

"How do you know they were fornicating?" Joe asked.

"She was ... topless and bouncing up and down. I don't see a damn hobby  horse on his lap, so what else do you suppose they were doing?"

I wanted a hole to open up in the truck and swallow me down into it.

"How long did you watch before you alerted them to your presence?" Joe asked.

"What? I wasn't  …  I'd just  … " the cop sputtered.

"We'd just finished when he knocked on the window," Will interjected.

"Right. I can't wait to tell my boss, Mr. Pierce that you got an eyeful of his daughter."

"Mr. Pierce? As in Pierce, James & Moore?"

"Yeah. The firm I work for," Joe said.

My dad was a civil attorney, and everyone knew he'd sued the police department several times during his career.

"Why don't you let Mr. Reavis and Ms. Pierce go on their way if they promise not to … fornicate in public anymore?"

"They're not getting special treatment just because she happens to be an attorney's daughter."