I whined and pressed my ass against his groin while he fondled my dick and balls. My pulse kicked harder with every floor we climbed.
Somewhere near the top, the car arrived at its destination. Beck released me, and we stepped out. In the vacant hall, he paused then turned me to face him while holding up his hand slicked with my arousal.
With a nasal whimper, I stuck out my tongue and let him lift his palm to my mouth. I lapped at his skin, tasting the musky, slightly sweet fluid.
Beck held my gaze, his eyes as gilded and glorious as everything in this place. He smiled, then tugged on mylower lip as he nodded down the corridor. “Just a bit farther.”
We advanced, and as much as I tried to pay attention to the baroque paintings on the walls and the plush carpet underfoot, or take note of the number of Beck’s room and how he opened its digital lock, all I could think of was the heat pooling in my belly and my cock painting a wet spot on the front of my pants.
Stepping into the suite felt like crossing into another world. Beck’s scent met me first, woody and warm, carried on the rush of cool air that spilled into the hallway as he led me through.
Everything inside was steeped in quiet sophistication. The polished floors looked untouched by dirt or time. Dark wood and soft linen paneled the walls, their textures softened further by recessed lights that glowed like candlelight.
To the left, a sunken living area was arranged with tufted leather seating, centered around a gas fireplace. To the right, the kitchenette Beck had mentioned gleamed with bright white cabinetry and polished stone counters, pristine and modern.
But it was the view that held me.
Directly ahead, floor-to-ceiling windows framed the Strip. I drifted forward, drawn by the altitude and awed by the scale.
I reached the glass, wanting to put my hands on it but afraid of leaving smudges. My nose almost bumped it as I leaned impossibly close, trying to immerse myself in the magnificence of it all.
The city unfolded below in a kaleidoscope of neon and motion. Cars paced the boulevard, and the buildings that seemed gargantuan at ground level were diminished.Impressive but manageable, stretching in both directions against a distant mountainous skyline.
The Dollhouse had never given me this kind of height. This level of perspective.
“This is…” I swallowed, suddenly aware of the echo in my voice. “A lot.
Beck chuckled behind me. I felt him moving through the space, heard the rustle of his shoes coming off and the soft clink of glass. I turned to see him filling two crystal cups.
He brought them to where I’d stalled in front of the window and passed me one. I held it while basking in the view. Now beside me, Beck swirled his drink, then sipped it. It might have been scotch, bourbon, or whiskey… they all looked the same. Honey-colored booze poured from an etched glass decanter.
He tipped his cup back again, then stepped into my side and let his hand graze over my ass. The desire that had been simmering in me piped up hot. Delay edged closer to gratification now that we had arrived in this exquisite place. This palace.
Silence bloomed between us, heavy with potential. It thrummed in my chest, prickled across my skin, and slithered down my spine. The city lights glittered beyond the glass, but I considered Beck’s reflection instead. His strong jaw and supple hands. The slow melt of his restraint. The utter destruction of mine.
Turning toward him, I dropped to my knees the way I’d wanted to first in the limo, then in the parking garage. I would kneel for him anywhere, surrender to his protection and tender care.
I set my drink on the floor, then reached for his belt,hooking my fingers over the sleek, steel buckle and giving a tug.
“Beck,please.”
With a crooked finger under my chin, Beck raised my head. I rocked back onto my haunches and opened my mouth, waiting for the essence of his lust to coat my tongue.
“Tell me,” Beck rumbled. “What do you need?”
“Everything. All of it. All of you,” I rattled off answers hoping to find the right one. When he moved no closer, I gulped down the saliva flooding my mouth and attempted once more. “Beck, I need you to feed me.”
At first, I thought I’d failed his test. But then his belt loosened, pants unbuttoned, and relief washed over me.
Beck freed his dick, cupping under his balls and massaging them slowly as he raked his other hand through my hair. A gentle tug tilted my head back, and the pull on my scalp sent ripples of pleasure down my body. I knelt, arms limp at my sides, face angled upward, and lips barely apart. I submitted because Beck didn’t take control—heaskedfor it, and I gave it freely.
“I’m going to fuck you front to back,” he said, low and sultry. “Do you want that, Beauty?”
I nodded as Beck tightened his fist in my hair, then used that grip to guide my face toward his glistening cock.
Centimeters from it, he stopped me again. I could have licked his crown, traced the veins in his shaft with the tip of my tongue, but I waited, obedient, aching.
“First, you’re going to take me in your mouth and get me nice and wet,” he said. “Then I’ll turn you around and fuck your ass.”
