13
Harrison
It seemed kind of pointless to be preparing my home for our weekly poker night even though it’s what was expected of me. We decided on a whim to invite Jordan to poker night because the kids were all away for the night on a school trip to Six Flags, so she didn’t have to watch them while we played, and I knew exactly what that meant. The only thing that we would all be dedicating our collective energies to that night, was Jordan. Still, I set up the table, put out chips and dip, and put beer on to chill. I could at least act like we were going to actually play poker, even if it was pretty obvious we would not be.
All the guys gathered first around our normal time, and then Jordan arrived about thirty minutes afterwards. She laughed at how abnormal it seemed that we would actually play poker. She said it didn’t seem like us, but we assured her that it was the gambling part of it that we all enjoyed so much. None of us were strapped for cash so we liked to wager other things that wouldn’t normally be bet at a poker table.“Ooh, like what?” Jordan asked when I explained it to her.“We’ve bet cars before,” Rogan said. “One time Lowe bet his black card.”“Someone won your black card?” Jordan asked Lowe.
“No, of course not, when I bet it, everyone folded,” he grumbled, clearly still sore from the experience. “Whimps.”
Jordan giggled. “What else.”
“You,” Ethan said simply.
Jordan tilted her head. “Me? What do you mean?”
“Well, normally we wouldn’t invite you because this is our safe place to talk about you and what we’d like to do to you without you knowing. Sometimes, we’ll bet clean stuff, like who gets to have you nanny for them during a schedule conflict,” I explained.
“Other times,” Lowe picked up, “it’s naughty stuff, like who gets to fuck you next.”
Oliver stood up and wrapped his arms around Jordan’s waist and kissed her on the cheek. “Sometimes, one of us will come up with a fantasy, something we want to do with you, and then we’ll wager who actually gets to carry it out. I told the guys I hadn’t gone down on you yet, so we bet it, and I won.” He chuckled. “I’m sure you remember.”
Jordan let out a little moan. “Vividly.” She looked around at us. “What else have you guys fantasized about?” Jordan asked.
I stepped closer to her until she was effectively sandwiched between Oliver and I. “Double teaming you,” I hummed down at her. “Or taking you all at once.”
Jordan’s eyes and nostrils flared with excitement. “Well, we are all here.”
I grinned at her. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”
Her lips twitched, something I noticed she did when she was annoyed. “What makes you think I don’t mean it?”
I locked eyes with Oliver for a minute, and he reached around, took Jordan’s neck into his hands and tilted her head back. I kissed her with my tongue forcing its way into her mouth. I pulled away and stared into her eyes. “Are you sure? If you say yes, we’re all going to fuck you here, and we’re going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
“Lucky me,” she responded. “I’m off tomorrow.”
The guys all let out sounds of approval and Oliver grabbed the base of her shirt and lifted it over her head and tossed it to the poker table. I set my hands on her breasts and squeezed them through her bra, then I dropped my fingers to the clasp of her bra and unhooked it, letting it clatter to the floor. I ducked my head down and latched my mouth onto one of her breasts and she let out a moan. Oliver ran a hand around her waist and slid it down the front of her pants and started to rub her pussy.
