“Fuck!” he grinds out. I sense he’s trying to catch his breath, too. But now, I don’t want him to stop moving. I bob my ass up at him, urging him on. The fire he lit earlier is building in intensity. “Slowly, baby,” he murmurs. “You’re going to get me off too soon.”
How can that be? I just had half a gallon of cum poured down my throat. I clench my pussy muscles around him, and he lets out a tortured groan.
“Bad girl,” he chuckles, landing another swat on my ass. I feel my insides jerk in response, and he sucks in a sharp breath. Instead of doing it again, he grasps both my hips firmly. He starts a slow, steady rhythm, pumping into me, circling his pelvis. He’s hitting all the right spots. Spots I didn’t know existed. If he keeps it up, I’m going to come again soon. Which is pretty much unheard of for me. He picks up the pace, and my breath starts coming in ragged gasps. When I drop my head, he grasps a handful of my damp hair and pulls my head up till our eyes meet.
“I want to watch you come.”
I can’t look away, can’t even close my eyes when the waves hit. I’m lost in a sea of gray heat as I call out my wordless sounds of pleasure.
“Jesus, you’re so beautiful,” he rasps. He hasn’t slowed down, hasn’t flagged. The man is a freaking sex-machine. And now he’s speeding up, ramming in with enough force to knock the air from my lungs. I spread my thighs wider and lean further forward to accommodate the sheer size of him pounding into me.
“God…oh God,” I grit through my teeth. I feel his hand snaking around between my thighs.
“Now… Come again now,” he mutters as he pinches my clit, tugging at it. The pleasure almost makes my eyes water. But as the next surge rushes over me, he jerks out, replacing his cock with his fingers as he grunts hoarsely. In the mirror, I can see him hunched over my back. The thick head of his cock spurts onto my skin. I want to wail in dismay. At the same time, it’s the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
He curls an arm around my waist and pulls me up against him. My skin is rosy alongside his golden flesh. When I stare at him this time, I’m wanton, and he grins.
“That’s more like it,” he chuckles. I shriek as he sweeps an arm under my knees and scoops me up against his chest. “Bed. This time, I want you on top.”
God help me! He’s got to be joking!
∞∞∞
I can’t tell what time it is when I pry my eyes open later. The Vegas nightlights have a way of muddling the dawn. But the room is silent, and the bed beside me is empty. I push myself up, sleepily brushing hair from my face.
“Hello?” I call out, though my voice lacks real weight. Has it all been some sort of bizarre dream? My body aches in a thousand ways, telling me otherwise. I’m exhausted. Tomorrow is going to be a very long day.
There’s a sound of running water nearby, and I gather that he’s taking another shower. The thought of what we did in that bathroom makes my cheeks burn. And my pussy clench.
A low vibration nearby draws my attention, and I roll over and slide across the vast bed. He’s left his phone on the bedside table, and the screen lights up with a fragment of a message. Someone called “MR” is reminding him of family business in the morning.
Family business?
Oh, God.Have I just had sex with a married man? I didn’t see a ring. But that doesn’t mean anything these days. I curl onto my side and pull the sheets over me. Does it count against me if it was just a one-night-stand? It’s not like I planned to have a relationship with him. And then I remember the mess my father has gotten me into. Relationships may not be on my to-do list for a while.
I can’t waste time thinking about this man and the pleasure he’s just given me. I have bigger problems to worry about.
Chapter 3
Nikki Love
“Holy crap, woman, what the hell did you do last night?” Andy says, setting a Starbucks cup on the counter of my nurse’s station. I reach for it and hold it to my lips like it’s the elixir of life. Andy narrows hazel eyes on me and tilts her head. “Or rather, who the hell did you do last night?”
My cheeks flush immediately, and the flush deepens when I realize her glance has dropped to my throat. I’m sporting a hickey. I spotted it at home after doing the walk of shame through the hotel foyer earlier today. When I’d woken this morning, the bed had been cold and empty. Not a sign of my evening of passion remained. Aside from a thumping headache, stiff muscles, and a throbbing ache deep between my thighs. I’ve never – ever – had a night like that before.
And I never even knew his name. Probably for the best, considering the text I’d seen. When he’d returned to the room freshly showered, I’d been awake but pretended to sleep. Knowing he might have a wife waiting at home for him made the thought of more sex intolerable. Exhaustion had taken me before I felt him return to bed, so I’m guessing he’d dressed and left then. I should feel dirty. Perhaps I do.
Andy’s still looking at me now, clearly waiting for an answer. I try to shrug it off.
“And? Who was it?” she’s tapping the toe of her shoe.
“Nobody,” I mumble into my coffee cup.
“Nikki Love!” she says sharply. “As your boss, I order you to come clean.” Her hands are on her hips. Dr. Andrea Carter may be my superior, but she’s also my best friend.
“Seriously. It was nobody!” I insist. Nobody I can name, at any rate. I’m not entirely lying to her.
“Babe, unless you’ve been putting that little clit-sucking gadget of yours on your throat, you got it on last night. Because that’s a hickey.”
