Six pressed his lips near my temple. “Are you enjoying the show?” he said loudly against my ear so I could hear him over the din. I nodded, turning slightly to flash a smile at him in the strobing lights. “I’m excited to have you to myself for the whole night,” he added, pressing another kiss against my head and squeezing me tighter.
“Me, too!” I answered loudly.
“Soon.” I didn’t hear the word, just saw his lips form it. Glancing up, I stared into his light eyes, not missing his predatory gaze. Goose bumps flared over my skin. Yeah, the anticipation was going to kill me.
***
Bailey was singing loudly, her arm linked through my free one as the four of us walked together down the hall to our adjoining rooms.
“Shhh,” I said with a laugh. “It’s late. People are sleeping.”
She laughed. “It’s the weekend in Vegas. No one is sleeping. They’re either out partying, gambling, or locked in their room having sex.”
Brandon pulled her back toward him. “Something you and I’ll be doing soon, too.”
Giggling, she wrapped her arms around his neck and he walked her backward before pressing her against their door, kissing her as he fumbled to insert his key card in the lock.
“Hey, maybe you two could actually wait until you get inside the room?” Six said, shaking his head as he released my hand and inserted our card, just as Brandon mumbled something unintelligible. Their door opened and the two of them quickly disappeared inside.
Six held our door for me. “Man, I hope there’s good sound proofing between rooms. Otherwise, we might need earplugs.”
Laughing, I agreed as I walked into the spacious Venetian suite. “That’s something I could go forever without hearing.” I flopped down on the end of the bed that sat in the higher part of the room, a few steps above the sunken living room. “Of course, I guess we could always compete with them.”
Six froze as he stared at me, releasing a big sigh as his gaze traveled over me. “If you keep saying things like that, I’m afraid that’s exactly what we’ll be doing. I’m already having a hard time keeping my hands to myself, tonight.”
My eyes traveled over him, much the same as his had just done to me. His blue t-shirt hugged him like a second skin, defining his perfectly muscled physique. I had to hand it to Brandon. He was a good trainer. Six was like a present I wanted to unwrap more than anything. “I don’t think I want you keeping your hands to yourself.”
Slowly, he moved toward me, gently pushing me back on the bed as he leaned over me. He didn’t move for a few moments, just staring at me. “You tempt me so much.” Raising a hand, he cupped my face, running his thumb over my lips before replacing it with his lips.
Wrapping my arms around him, I threaded my hands into his hair, sinking into the sparking sensations he caused, pins and needles followed by a flush of warmth and then goose bumps. Every time he touched me, my body reacted like an instrument made strictly for him to play.
Several minutes passed while we kissed each other heatedly, hands trailing and pawing over each other over our clothing. Suddenly he pushed away, standing.
“Scoot up on the bed more,” he said, and I did as he asked, until my whole body was on it, instead of my legs hanging off. Unable to take my eyes off him, I watched as he yanked his shirt off over his head, revealing his perfectly sculpted body beneath. I barely had time to look, though, before he was back on top of me, kissing me, again. I kissed him, letting my fingers do my seeing for me, tracing them over the bulging ridges and valleys of his extremely honed muscles. His body fascinated me and I wanted to explore every bit of it in its entirety.
A moan escaped him as I rubbed my hands over him and naturally hooked one of my legs over his. Nudging my other leg to the side, he settled his hips between them, pressing hard against me with a groan. I could feel his hard length, much like I had on several other occasions, only this time, I couldn’t stop my body from arching back into him, causing him to groan, again.
Shifting a bit, one of his hands slid under my shirt, leaving a hot trail up my side as he moved toward my bra. He cupped my breast, squeezing it through the thin fabric. His mouth left mine and he sat up, staring at me with his icy blue eyes full of desire. Grabbing the bottom of my shirt, he lifted it slightly.
“May I?” he asked, still ever the gentleman, letting me have control like he promised in the beginning. I nodded, raising my arms as he pulled it over my head and tossed it to the side. In a matter of seconds, his hand slipped around behind me, unhooked my bra and removed it, too.
For the first time, I lay exposed to him, but I wasn’t embarrassed. I was comfortable with my body, and the way he looked at me made me feel beautiful. He continued to stare at my chest, pinching one of my nipples between his fingers and it pebbled even harder than it had been. “Damn.” It was all he said.
“What?” I asked, worried something was wrong, but still I moaned unable to help myself as he rubbed the bud between his fingers.
“I never realized you’d actually be even better than I imagined.” Smiling, he glanced at my face. “I bet you sit around at home all day just staring at yourself in the mirror, don’t you?”
I burst out laughing. “Hardly.”
“Well, you should, because this is perfection, right here.” He didn’t wait for me to respond, dropping his mouth to pull one of my nipples inside, sucking and tugging on it as he palmed my other breast, kneading it generously.
His touch was explosive and had me practically writhing beneath him. My fingertips dug into his shoulders as I arched beneath him, trying to ease the ache he was causing inside me. Places on my body were throbbing with need and I wanted him there to ease them. It felt so good and so . . . much. I was tired of denying myself full access to him. I’d dreamed of being with him for so long. Besides, it wasn’t as if we were doing anything illegal. This was consensual . . . and I consented wholeheartedly.
“I want . . . .” I wasn’t sure what to say. “I want you.”
Breaking away, he lifted up, staring at me with serious eyes. “Are you sure? I’d never intended us to go this far, Brooklyn—not yet. I wanted to keep things on the up and up in case your dad ever found out.”
“I think we’ve passed the up and up already, don’t you?” We were already half naked, lines had already been crossed that couldn’t be uncrossed. I couldn’t stop stroking him. His mouth tilted up in one of his little half smiles I was coming to love so much.
“Yeah, I do.” He rolled off me and sat up, undoing the laces on his boots. I sat up, too, and began removing my shoes, as well. “I’m guessing there’s probably no chance you’re on the pill, is there?” he asked.
Laughing slightly, I shook my head. “No, but I wish I was,” I replied, meaning every word. I wanted him inside me—skin to skin. Still, that didn’t stop me from shaking with nerves. I was incredibly nervous.
As soon as he had his boots and socks off, he dug his wallet out and removed a condom, setting it on top of the nightstand. Standing, he reached for my hand and pulled me up, hugging my bare chest against his before bending to kiss me again.
My nerves became less visible as he ratcheted the heat level in my body up again, stroking my bare skin with his hands as his tongue tangled with mine. Our height difference was much more obvious now that my heeled shoes had come off and he had to hunch over farther to reach me. I felt like I was kissing a giant.
“Damn, sweetheart. You’re so small I’m afraid I’m going to break you,” he breathed against my mouth.
“I’m tough, though,” I replied with a smile against his lips and he laughed.
“It’s a good thing.” His hands drifted to my waistband and he undid the button of my jean miniskirt, followed by the zipper, pushing it off my hips. It fell to the floor and I stepped out. “Nice tattoo,” he said with a grin.
“You like it? I got it from this super hot tattoo artist I know.”
“Really?” he said, playing along. “I bet he enjoyed
getting into your panties.”
“I hope so. I know I liked having him there.”
Groaning, he slid his hands into the back of my underwear and grabbed my butt, dragging me against him. “He wants these pretty lace panties completely gone this time.” Pushing them down, I let them fall.
I slipped my hands into his waistband and undid his pants. He released me briefly to step out of them, leaving him standing only in his cotton boxers in front of me, the head of his cock already poking out the top, just as it had that night at the club. “You ready to see my tattoo?” he asked with a grin.
“That, among other things,” I replied, licking my lips. I might be a virgin, but Bailey wasn’t, and she liked to talk. I knew way too many details about her sex life and been subjected to some pretty racy videos of her and some of her conquests, as well. She’d even made me watch a couple pornos with her “for fun.” To say she was all for me losing my virginity was an understatement. She loved everything there was about sex.
Reaching out, Six grabbed my hands and brought them to his underwear. “I want you to take them off.” I was more than happy to comply, pulling them down in one swift yank all the way to his ankles and he laughed, stepping out of them.
As he straightened up, my eyes went directly to what I wanted to see. I wasn’t going to be shy. His penis jutted out proudly from his body. It was just like the rest of him. Huge. I doubted I’d even be able to wrap my fingers around it. Gingerly, I reached for it, curling my fingers over it and it jerked in my hand as he moaned loudly. I was right, my thumb and middle finger couldn’t even touch as they encircled him, leaving a good half-inch gap between them. I stroked my hand down, stopping at the tattoo at the base. “Hot Sex, huh? Is that a promise?”
“It’s a guarantee,” he replied confidently. His hand slipped around mine, guiding it smoothly back up and down him as his hips arched forward. “Shit. That feels so good.” There was a small drop of moisture on the tip and suddenly, I wanted to lick it off, just to taste him there. According to Bailey, and videos I’d seen, there wasn’t a guy on the planet who didn’t love having a girl touch and lick him there. Feeling empowered, I dropped to my knees in front of him and licked my tongue boldly across the head. A growl escaped him and his cock jerked in my hand. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice sounding strained.
I smiled up at him. “I’m sure; but I’m also not ignorant, either.” Leaning forward, I slipped him into my mouth, sucking on him as I pumped his lower length with my hand.
“Hell yeah!” he practically shouted, fisting his hands into my hair as he jutted forward, before pulling back and repeating the action.
I loved the feel of him in my mouth, but I loved hearing the sounds he was making even more, groaning with every single movement we both made. I felt powerful, and very sexual.
His breaths came shorter and shorter, until he suddenly pushed me away from him. “Stop. I can’t take anymore right now, and I want you to have some fun, too.”
“I am having fun,” I protested, licking my lips. They felt a little swollen, but in a good way.
Dragging me to my feet, he reached over to the bed, flipping the covers back before lifting me and depositing me with a bounce on the mattress. “You haven’t even begun to have fun, yet,” he said, a wicked glint in his eyes.
His cock looked red now, and I swore it looked even bigger than it had before. Reaching over, I stroked it as he crawled into the bed. He grinned and pulled away.
“Now you’re just being naughty,” he said, adjusting his position so he was settled over the top of me. His mouth immediately came down against mine, kissing me again, but it was even better this time with our bare skin pressed together, head to toe.
I wasn’t sure why everything seemed so natural with him—it just did. All I knew was I wanted this more than I’d ever wanted anything, ever.
Chapter Fifteen
Six
My dick was throbbing hard, pressed against her; and if she hadn’t been a virgin, I’d have thrust in immediately, burying myself inside her. But it was her first time, and I knew it was going to be a tight fit with her anyway, so she needed to be ready.
Allowing my hand to drift lower, I slipped my fingers between her wet folds and a small moan escaped her. If she was even half as horny as I was right now, then she was miserable and in need of some serious release.
She readjusted her legs, giving me space to slip in farther. Damn, she was so fuckin’ wet. I wanted to bury a whole lot more than my finger in there. I kissed her temple as my fingers went to work faster, rubbing her clit, and she started squirming against me, soft whimpers emanating from her.
“Sweetheart, I swear I want to fuck you so hard right now, it’s killing me,” I whispered in her ear.
“Do it,” she said breathlessly. “I don’t want to wait.”
Sliding lower, I sucked on her boobs, biting softly at her nipples, and my finger kept sliding in and out of her, as I slowly began kissing down her body and penetrating her with my tongue, as well.
She moaned louder, quickly quieting herself, and I knew she was worried about being heard in the next room. Sound was definitely traveling between the walls, and while it wasn’t horribly loud, it was obvious that Brandon and Bailey were enjoying themselves. I was pretty sure they were being too loud to notice anything from us. Thoughts of them fled my mind as I concentrated solely on Brooklyn, immersing myself in the sweet taste of her, flicking my tongue over the swollen nub that would bring her such pleasure.
Her hips started bucking against me and I knew the signs—she was showing me she was near release. I continued inflicting my torment until her hands tangled in my hair and she arched up off the bed, gasping in sharp breaths. She tried to hold back her moans, but I kept at her until she begged me to stop because it was too much.
Moving quickly, I climbed above her, kissing her deeply as I positioned my cock against her soft folds.
I couldn’t help my groan as the tip of my head penetrated her. Pushing slowly, I carefully tried to enter. It was definitely tight; but damn, she felt so good, already. Continuing, I pressed until I felt the resistance inside her. I bent to kiss her again, waiting until her body started to relax again, and then I surged forward with one swift thrust, breaking through.
She jerked against me and screamed out, her body going tight and rigid all around me.
“Just breathe, sweetheart. Breathe through it,” I coached her in between kisses on her cheek. She felt so fuckin’ good to me, and I hated that I was hurting her. It took all my control to hold as still as possible. “The worst is over, I promise. But I won’t move until you tell me it’s okay.”
I continued to rain kisses against her until I felt her slowly begin to relax once more.
“It’s . . . it’s getting better, I think,” she replied timidly, and I wondered if she realized how hard she was digging her nails into my back—not that I was complaining. I could handle the sting and probably deserved it after what I’d just put her through.
“Are you okay?” I asked, my body begging me to get moving.
“I think so.” Her voice sounded so tiny.
Pulling back, I slowly pushed into her again, paying attention to the cues from her body. Feeling her tension let go a little more, I surged forward faster. My pulse rate was already about to skyrocket through the roof, but I wanted this to be good for her more than I wanted it to be good for me.
Shit. Who was I kidding? This was incredible for me.
Her breath caught and I hesitated, afraid of hurting her. “No! Don’t stop!” she urged, her legs lifting to wrap around my hips and I groaned heavily at the even deeper penetration. I was pretty damn sure this was the best sex I’d ever had.
“Mother fucker!” I huffed out suddenly as I glanced at the nightstand.
“What?” she said, sliding her hands lower on my back and she grabbed me urging me to move faster.
“I forgot to put the condo
m on,” I said as I picked up the pace. This was not good.
“Please don’t stop,” she begged me, and I almost found it funny. The Jaws of Life couldn’t pry me off this girl right now, but we were definitely flirting with danger.
“Tell me your close.” I didn’t know how much longer I’d be able to keep this up before I spilled inside her.
“I don’t know . . . I . . . I . . . ahhhhhhhh!” Her spasms rocked hard around me and I clenched my teeth as I tried to hold back my release so she could finish hers. Her moans were loud, drowning out my heavy breathing, and I felt myself building too fast to hang on any longer.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” I ground out through clenched teeth. A loud shout escaped as I waited until the absolute last second before yanking out and pumping my junk onto her stomach, rocking against her pelvic bone so the friction would keep rubbing my cock. “FUUUUUCK!” I shouted, groaning as she slid her hand between us wrapping her fingers around me and continued to jack me off until I quit moving.
I fell to the bed beside her, our fast breaths mingling together as I leaned over and kissed her cheek.
“That . . . was . . . incredible,” I huffed against her skin. “Are you okay?”
She gave a slight laugh. “I’m still stuck at ahhhhhhhhh!”
I chuckled, turning her chin toward me and I kissed her on the lips. “Thank you.”
“It was really okay? You aren’t just saying that?” Her eyes searched mine, full of sincerity.
I snorted. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll show you exactly how much I enjoyed it—again.”
“Again?” she squeaked out.
“Only if you feel up to it.” I kissed her cheek.
“It got awful quiet in the other room,” Brooklyn said, averting her gaze toward the adjoining wall. “Do you think they heard?”
I laughed again. “Yeah, they heard. Neither of us was very quiet, I’m afraid.”
“That’s so embarrassing,” she replied, blushing in the dim lighting.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. There’s no crime in enjoying ourselves.” I kissed her again before rolling over to flip on the bedside lamp. “Let me go get a warm washcloth and I’ll help you get cleaned up.”