Page 11 of Cursed Mountain Man

I shook my head as I looked at his hand of cards. He had spent a lot of time teaching me how to play poker, but we’d never done it this way.

We were sitting at that octagon-shaped table, playing poker on the felt tabletop he’d bought for game night with the guys. Josiah was still fully dressed while I’d already lost both shoes and socks.

This game of strip poker was about to get real.

I stood and unbuttoned my jeans, shimmying them off until they were on the floor next to my T-shirt, shoes, and socks. Once I wore only my bra and briefs, I took a long swig from my flavored alcoholic seltzer—that had become my go-to drink on game nights—and grabbed the cards Josiah had just gathered. It was my turn to deal.

“Poker night has never been this fun,” he said with a smile.

After only two weeks, we’d already settled into a comfortable dating routine. I came here almost every night and had dinner after work. One of us either grabbed something on the way home or we cooked, side by side, in the kitchen. We fit perfectly together. My strengths were his weaknesses and vice versa.

On Wednesday nights, he got together with the guys for poker and I went out to dinner with the girls. That would change eventually. Once we started having babies, we’d have to switch off nights with the guys so someone could stay home with the kids.

“I’m going to get those clothes off you,” I said as I picked up the cards I’d just dealt and shuffled things around so I could get a feel for what I had.

We were playing Texas Hold ’em. That was the game Josiah had taught me. He talked about moving up to other card games, but I wanted to master this one first.

When he lost the next hand, I actually let out a squeal of excitement, eyes wide, as he stood and jerked off his T-shirt, tossing it to the floor. He acted disgruntled about it, but I could see that sparkle in his eyes. He knew each article of clothing that came off got us a step closer to sexytimes.

“You know, the first night I came here, I had a fantasy about us doing it on this table,” I said.

“Your fantasy came true that same night. It wasn’t this table, but it wasatable.”

It was my desk, but close enough. All our lovemaking since had been in his bed—although we had done it on the couch one night while watching TV. My hand started wandering, and next thing I knew, I had his cock in my hand and he was undoing my button and zipper and sliding beneath my underwear.

With his T-shirt off, I could admire those gorgeous pecs and arms. But then he lost the next two rounds, which meant the jeans and underwear came off as well.

Unlike me, Josiah had gone without shoes and socks. He liked to walk around the house barefoot. I told him he should put some on, but he was sure he was going to beat me. But poker had an element of luck. Even though I was learning, there was a skill to it as well. Tonight, I just hoped luck was on my side.

I squeezed my legs together and felt just how wet my panties had gotten. Seeing the bulge when he lowered his jeans had been a large part of that. But then he’d removed his underwear, and I’d gotten a tantalizing glimpse of his massive erection. He was hard for me, and I was wet for him.

It didn’t get any better than that.

“Game over,” I announced.

He shook his head. “Let’s keep going. Loser has to give the winner thirty seconds of any sex act they want.”

I wanted to walk away a winner, but what he suggested was hot. Next-level hot. We hadn’t done anything like that yet.

I gave a nod. “Sounds good to me. But I still have two garments on.”

I pointed toward my bra and panties. I’d invested in some silk and lace. Now that I was actually getting naked in front of a man, I had a reason to step up my game in the underwear department.

“I’ll have those off you in no time,” he said.

And he was right about that. He won the next two hands, leaving both of us completely naked. At that point, neither of us could lose. I figured it was a win, whether I was fulfilling his sexual desires or he was fulfilling mine.

But he won the next hand too. “Hand job,” he said. “Thirty seconds.” I stood, planning to head to his side of the table, but he shook his head. “I’ll come to you.”

“Who tracks the seconds?” I asked as he walked around the table.

“I could try, but I can’t promise I won’t lose my mind halfway through and have you going for two or three minutes.”

I didn’t mind that, but we needed to set some ground rules with this game, so I said, “I’ll count.”

When I wrapped my hand around him, he was rock hard. I forced myself to just touch. I wanted to take him in my mouth so badly, it was an actual battle not to. I loved licking and sucking him. There was nothing sexier than the growls and moans he made. But I had to restrain myself. Hand job only…for now.

I kept my eyes on him as I stroked him from base to tip. His eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clenched, and his head lifted until it no longer felt like he was watching me.

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