Oh. I arch my back, head tilting, eyes closing. He licks and sucks, teases and torments. I remember what he said, how he could make me come in less than five minutes, and I know without a doubt that if he keeps this up…
He’s right.
But I don’t want it to end in less than five minutes. His talented mouth is sending me straight into bliss. My legs are shaking. My belly is clenching. My clit is throbbing and I squeeze my eyes shut, my breaths becoming shorter. Shorter. Shorter…
God, he spreads my folds open and feasts on my clit with lips and tongue and teeth. I am shamelessly rubbing myself against his face, needing the friction, desperate for blessed release. I am right there. Hovering on the precipice, dangling on the edge, a keening cry starting in the back of my throat right before it all comes crashing down.
And then I’m coming. I’m shouting. Screaming. Panting like an animal, my entire body pulsating from my orgasm. He lets me ride it out, his mouth gentling, though it’s still there, and I’m still thrusting against his face like I have no control over myself.
My entire body is quaking when he pulls away, his fingers sliding over my thighs as if he’s trying to calm me down. But that doesn’t work. His touch feels so good. Too good. And just like that, I want him again.
“That was some show you put on for me,” he says, his voice this sexy drawl as he wipes at his lower face. Wiping away all my juices because you know, I was grinding my vagina against his chin only moments ago.
“You won,” I say, my voice raspy. I think I hurt my throat when I shouted. “You did it. You made me come in less than five minutes.”
“Worth every second too. I wouldn’t figure you for a screamer.” He hops off the pool table, making it look easy. For such a large man, he’s good on his feet. Must be the athlete in him.
“You’re right. I’m not normally a screamer,” I tell him, sitting up a little too quickly. My head spins, and I sit there for a moment, running my hand over my hair, trying to gather my bearings.
“You okay?” He reaches for my hand, intertwining my fingers with his own. It’s a romantic gesture, and I’m touched. I’m also reeling from the orgasm he just gave me, so the combination is heady stuff.
“I’m great,” I murmur, and that is one hundred percent the truth. “Can you help me off the table?”
Like a complete gentleman, he assists me off the pool table, tugging my skirt down along the way. I realize I still have my shoes on and I start giggling, unable to help myself, and he sends me a look.
“You’re going to give a man a complex with how you’re always laughing during sex,” he says, though I can tell by the gleam in his warm brown eyes that he’s teasing me.
“Trust me, I’m not laughing at you.” I wave a hand around the giant, beautiful suite. “This entire moment is surreal.”
“Yeah.” He pulls me in close and kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips, and I’m not squicked out. Not at all. In fact, I’d like to take this to my bedroom. “I enjoyed every second of it, though.”
I sneak my hands beneath his still-open shirt and rest them on his hot, bare skin. Oh man, he’s got muscles for days. My mouth is literally watering at the thought of me exploring every single inch of his bare body with my lips and tongue. “I did too,” I confess.
Should I invite him to stay? I should. Nope, no second-guessing myself, I’m just doing it.
“Want to stay the night?”
He lifts a brow. “You sure?”
I nod. Remain quiet. Ever so hopeful.
“Show me your room,” he says before he leans in for a soft kiss.
We start to head for the stairwell when he pulls away from me, running back over to the pool table. He bends down and swipes something off the ground, and I wait for him at the base of the stairs, curious. As he approaches, I see his fingers are curled into a fist, and when he’s standing right next to me, he opens his hand, showing me my crumpled up thong.
“Wouldn’t want to leave this evidence behind,” he says, his smile full of mischief. “Your friends would have you all figured out.”
That would’ve been so embarrassing. “Thank you for remembering.” I hold out my hand. “I can take them.”
“I want to keep them.” He shoves my panties into the front pocket of his jeans. “Thanks.”
What a perv, I think as we head up the stairs, me leading the way. He slaps my butt, making it sting, making me tingle, and I glance at him from over my shoulder, that dark smile on his face doing things to me.
Maybe I’m a perv too.
Twelve
Mitch
I wake up completely disoriented and to the sound of muffled conversation happening outside of this room. A room. I’m in a bed.
Is it my bedroom?
Cracking an eye open, I realize I can’t see shit because it’s so dark thanks to those heavy-duty shades on the window. I immediately close it again, thinking. Remembering.
Definitely not my room. I’m not at my apartment. I’m with Eleanor the sex goddess in her friend’s fancy hotel suite after I spent the night. Something I normally don’t do. Oh, I’ve always been about one-night stands, but I never sleep in the chick’s bed all night long. Hell no.
No way.
But here I am, in one of the most comfortable beds I’ve ever slept in, a blonde, naked cutie snuggled up right next to me, her ass smack against my stirring dick, my arm draped around her waist as if I’m desperate to keep her close.
I don’t sleep snuggled up close to women either. I need my space. I’m a big dude. I don’t like feeling restricted in bed. I sprawl across my California king every night just because I can.
More conversation is happening and I figure it’s coming from downstairs. Those women—Eleanor’s friends—are kind of noisy. I have no clue what time it is, but I’m sure it’s too early for them to make this much racket. It’s a Saturday morning in Las Vegas, for God’s sake. Have a little consideration.
As I lie in bed and drift off back to sleep, memories hit me, all of them outstanding. Me eating Eleanor out on the pool table until she came with a shout, her fingers in my hair, tugging on it a little too hard. That was one for the books.
Us going upstairs to her bedroom. We got naked. She demanded I sit on the edge of the mattress, and next thing I knew, she was on her knees in front of me, giving me the best blow job I’ve had since I don’t know when. She was all about the visual too. Putting on a real show for me. Plenty of eye contact, and at one point pouty, peachy lips pursed at the tip of my erection. Licking my shaft like a Popsicle with her pretty pink tongue. At one point, she nestled my cock in between her abundant breasts, rubbing it up and down, and holy shit, I about shot off like a rocket.
But I restrained myself. I let her work me over, I let her have her fun. Right before I got down to business and gathered her hair in my fist, fucking her mouth with my cock until I was the one coming with a shout.
It was hot as fuck. She took it like a champ. She was laughing yet again when we were done, and then we both crawled into bed and collapsed into exhausted sleep, wrapped all around each other.
So no penetration yet. Just all the other fun stuff first.