Corey chuckles. “Hey, I have the awards to back it up,” he says, smiling. “Bex… I’m crazy about you. In a personal, intimate, ‘I think about you all goddamn day’ sort of way. And I want tonight, our first time together, to be special.”
“Corey,” I murmur, moving one hand to cup his jaw.
“Let me finish,” he says. “I know whatever we do, or don’t do, tonight, it will be special. Because I’m with you, Bex. I just feel this… strange pressure to make everything perfect. And I’ve never felt anything like before.”
Standing up on my toes, I press a soft kiss to his lips. “You done?” I ask, pulling away. He nods, so I say, “Good. Because I don’t want you to feel that way. If it makes you feel any better, earlier, I was wondering how the fuck could I stack up against any of the women you’ve been with?”
Corey’s eyes flash, incredulous, and he opens his mouth to speak again, but I silence him with a finger over his mouth.
“Right? I’m going to assume you were about to say that none of those women could compare to me.” He nods, and I continue. “Let’s leave it all at the door. My anxiety, your pressure… we don’t need that between us. Not tonight. Not going forward.”
His brows raise, and he shakes his head, awe in his expression. “How did I get so fuckinglucky?”
“I feel the same way, almost every day.” I laugh, settling back on my feet. “Now, if we’re done talking—”
“Fuck, yes,” Corey groans, as he presses himself against me. His length is hard and thick against my stomach, making me moan.
“Then shut up and take me.”
Chapter 17
Bex
Corey’s hands tug at the bottom of my Vipers jersey, and he lifts it up over my head. Underneath is the black halter top I had shoved at the bottom of my work bag—and no bra, because I definitely do not carry around a strapless bra just for fun. His hands are on my waist as he flicks his tongue across his lips, staring at my cleavage.
“Goddamn,” he whispers. “How about one more shot?”
“Corey!” I huff, hating how whiney I sound. At this point, I’m about to get on my hands and knees and beg for this man to touch me.
He gives me a devilish grin as he grabs the bottle of tequila, pouring a bit in his mouth directly from the bottle. “Just one?” he asks, tilting the bottle toward me.
Whatever this man wants, I just want to skip to the good part. As I reach for the bottle, he snaps it back. “Let me, baby.” Corey cups my jaw with his free hand and runs his thumb along my lips before applying pressure to my lower lip. Slowly, I open my mouth for him, flicking my tongue out to swipe his thumb. “Fuck, you have the prettiest mouth, Bex.”
He holds the tequila bottle over my mouth, tilting to pour, but he misses my mouth completely. It’s not a lot, but a decent amount of tequila runs down my chin and neck, rivulets spreading between my breasts.
“Oops,” Corey says, that sexy smirk on his face, the one that makes me clench my thighs together to alleviate the throbbing ache in my pussy and the pulsing in my clit. “Let me clean that up for you.”
Corey leans down and licks from my chin to my jaw, pausing when he reaches my neck. He nips at the sensitive skin with his teeth and follows up with soothing sweeps of his tongue. I run my hands through his hair, tugging softly with each nip of his teeth. By the time he continues the tequila trail down, we are both panting and moaning.
He pauses as he reaches my breasts and glances up at me. “Had I known you weren’t wearing a bra tonight…” he muses.
Whatever was meant to follow that statement is lost as I reach a hand behind my neck and give the loose knot a tug. The material slips down over my body, exposing my rock hard nipples to Corey. If I thought he was eager before, it’s nothing compared to now. The hunger in his eyes as he stares at my tits, then back at me, is electrifying.
Even if I’ve been a bit back and forth with the acceptance of my weight over the years, I have always been incredibly fond and proud of my tits. They’re large, but not overbearing, and there’s still some lift to them, even without support. Corey’s hands slide from my waist to my breasts,and I moan. He’s gentle but firm as he cups them, kneads them, and teases my nipples with his thumbs.
“Hmmm,” he hums as his mouth returns to my skin. “Looks like you’ve got some tequila here.” Corey traces his tongue across my breast, circles my nipple twice before taking the entire peak into his mouth. I whimper as he aggressively sucks and swirls his tongue around my tip. As he moves to my other nipple, showing it the same worship as the first, I begin to wonder if I’m capable of coming from this alone.
When he pulls away, I whimper at the loss. “So needy for me, hm?” Corey hums against my lips.
“I need you, Corey. I’m tired of waiting.”
He says nothing, but takes my hand and leads me from the kitchen, down the hall, and a few doors down on the left. Corey nudges the door open with his shoulder and leads me into a bedroom almost as big as my apartment.
There’s a California king bed opposite the door and an entire wall of windows overlooking the Vegas Strip. I step forward for a better view, highly aware that my tits are still hanging out, but knowing we’re too high up for anyone to see anything, anyway.
“Wow,” is all I can mumble, staring out at the bright lights of the Strip and the sprawling city beyond.
Corey steps up behind me, his hands on my waist and his lips on my neck. “Should we admire the view, or…?”
