On the other hand, he’d worked her damn near into a frenzy. His fingers rubbed circles over her clit, the friction of her clothing heightening the sensation. Tension coiled low in her belly, building to an orgasm she desperately wanted, yet couldn’t imagine having in the back of a Las Vegas cab with their driver as a witness.
Dillon must have read her trepidation on her face and knew the line of her thinking. With how well he knew her, it would be impossible to hide things from him. Whether a benefit or curse, she couldn’t be sure.
With his head next to hers, he spoke low enough that she could hear him clearly, but would be nothing more than deep-sounding murmurs to their driver. “Close your eyes for me, Aly.” She did and was glad for it. She’d rather forget where she was at the moment. “Good girl. Now, block out the world around us. Focus on what I’m doing to you. Focus on my voice and the things I say to you. If you can do that for me, I’ll make you come hard like I know you want to.”
“I-I don’t want to…” That wasn’t necessarily true. Physically, she was ready to beg for it. Mentally, she didn’t want to want it right then and there. But she was fast learning that where Dillon and sex were involved, her body overruled her mind. Every. Damn. Time.
“Yes, you do. You’re so wet I can feel it through your jeans.” He stroked his fingers hard up her center, proving his point. Her hips bucked when he grazed her distended clit. Oh, God! “Suck on that lollipop, Aly. Torture me with images of your mouth on my cock.”
Without another moment’s hesitation, she did as he requested. Though the swirling sucker wasn’t anywhere near his girth, the length seemed pretty close since she couldn’t get the last inch in. Once it was in as far as she could take it, Alyssa wrapped her lips around it and sucked as she dragged it from her mouth.
Dillon groaned and pulled her right leg over his left to anchor it and keep her open. As he continued to massage her sex and rub her clit, she lost herself in the moment. In the growing ball of fire in her gut, its flames licking at her extremities, threatening to burn her alive.
She thrust the sucker in her mouth over and over again. Sometimes hollowing her cheeks with the suction, sometimes gliding it back and forth on her flattened tongue or licking circles around the tip. Imagining it was Dillon’s thick cock made her even hotter. A bead of sweat trickled down her neck and almost made it into the valley of her cleavage before Dillon caught it with his tongue and retraced its path, ending at her ear.
“I’ve never seen anything so sexy as you on the edge, baby. It’s almost more than I can bear to watch you without coming on myself like a damn teenager.”
Alyssa let her hand wielding the sucker drop to her thigh. She wanted to respond. To tell him he could make her wet with the smallest of actions, or just by changing the tone in his voice or the look in his eyes. But she couldn’t manage anything intelligible as he quickened his strokes. The steady rhythm acted as a bellows, feeding oxygen to the fire inside her to consume her once and for all.
“Arriving at Masquerade hotel and casino.”
Alyssa forced her heavy lids open just as the car turned into the semicircular drive that surrounded the immense reflecting pool. No! I’m so close! Dillon lifted her leg from his and gently returned it to its original position. A whimper eked from her throat unbidden.
“Shhh…” Resting his cheek at her temple, his promise was a mix of comfort and warning. Both warmed her like whiskey burning a path through her body. “It’s only a small break. Once I get you alone, there’ll be no stopping the pleasure I give you.”
Someone cleared their throat. The driver. “Maybe you want me to take a more scenic route?”
“No, thanks. Here you go,” Dillon replied and gave the man a few bills along with her half-sucked sucker. Alyssa laughed and scrambled out of the cab, followed by Dillon who grabbed her hand and led her into the hotel. She had to practically jog to keep up with him. Pulling her along, he wove in and out of passersby, a man on a mission with no time for petty distractions.
They boarded an elevator with a quaint family of four. The heat that had plagued her body moments before in the cab now flooded her chest and cheeks for an entirely different reason. The little girls stared up at her and Dillon with the normal, open curiosity of youth. But Alyssa felt like she wore a sign around her neck detailing her recent crime against polite society. To hell with wearing a scarlett letter. Hers was the whole damn alphabet. I just gave head to a lollipop while my best friend/lover (almost) made me come in public.
Well, not exactly public, but within two feet of a total stranger who had access to a rear-facing mirror. It didn’t matter how much he could or couldn’t see, or whether he’d been paying attention or not. The whole situation was nothing less than deplorable…right?
So, aside from the slight embarrassment of realizing how caught up in the act she’d been, why didn’t she feel a deep-seated sense of shame with a side of regret? Yet more unexpected behavior for her to process. At this rate she’d need a monthlong retreat just to evaluate this one weekend.
As they continued to ride in the typical awkward silence of a shared elevator, Dillon placed a large hand on the back of her neck and started kneading. His strong, work-roughened fingers worked magic, chasing away her mounting tension before it locked up her entire body.
He leaned in close. “Stop overthinking things, Aly.”
Alyssa was beginning to resent his keen awareness of her. Did he always know her thoughts? She’d always considered her excellent poker face extended to every day life. That people found her hard to read, which was how she preferred it. Her feelings were her own, and if she didn’t want the world to know what they were, then keeping them hidden was a talent worth having.
But Dillon continued to read her as if she advertised everything on a lighted marquee. Since she’d never had the need to hide anything from him until this weekend, he’d never had to call her out on anything. Now she wondered if her poker face wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, or if Dillon simply knew the answers to all her riddles.
And holy shit she was now overthinking him knowing when she was overthinking.
The elevator dinged its arrival at the first stop and the family shuffled off. The doors hadn’t even closed all the way before Dillon pinned her in the corner with his body and bent his head to feast on her neck.
“Dillon,” she said weakly, eyeing the small dark globe in the far corner of the ceiling. “The security cameras.”
“Fuck ’em,” he growled. “You’re using that beautiful brain of yours too damn much. It’s time I take it out of commission.”
He palmed the crotch of her jeans, pressing into the sensitive, engorged flesh of her sex. A wanton moan escaped her lips as she rocked into his hand. Picking up where he left off in the cab, Dillon stoked the embers of desire with his fingers and rasped all the wonderfully sordid things he wanted to do with her.
Alyssa’s brain waved the white flag as her head fell back and she surrendered to the pleasure. Who knew losing could feel so good?
…
As soon as they cleared the door to their room, Dillon shoved her back against it and pounced with all the sexual tension he’d kept pent up since the moment she’d closed her lips around that fucking sucker.
He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head as he ravaged her mouth. She opened up to him like a woman relieved, like she’d been waiting an eternity to welcome the feel of his tongue on hers. The sweet cherry flavor left by the candy only made him want to lick and suck until he could once again taste the essence that was Alyssa.
“Dillon,” she managed by turning her head to the side. No matter. He’d simply feast on her elsewhere. Like right behind her ear. “Uhn…” Fuck, he loved it when she made that sound. “Dillon, for the love of God, enough fooling around.”
He spoke between the kisses he trailed down her neck. “I don’t mean to be presumptuous, but I think you’re enjoying the fooling around.”
“That’s not what I m
eant and you know it. You’re killing me.”
Dillon stopped and pulled back to stare into the wild blue eyes of a woman crazed. For him. And not just any woman, but his woman. The woman he’d wanted since he could remember. It would take him years to fulfill all the fantasies he’d harbored about her. Longer still to act on the new ones that popped into his head on an hourly basis now that he knew what it was like to bury himself inside her.
“Please,” she whispered through her shallow breaths. “I need you.”
“Guess we’d better lose the clothes then.”
He released her wrists, and they became a tangle of limbs as they worked to toe off their shoes and undress each other. Articles of clothing flew through the air, one after the other. Dillon snatched his wallet just as she started to push his jeans and underwear down. He dug out the condom, tore it open, and was ready by the time she ascended.
Not wasting another second, he grabbed a handful of each ass cheek and hoisted her up. Her legs locked around his waist and he impaled her in one smooth motion, her body clenching tightly around his cock, causing him to grunt in tense relief. Wet heat branded him a willing slave to her desire, his sole purpose to fulfill the carnal wishes that tripped off her lips, and even the secret ones that didn’t.
Alyssa squeezed him with her legs and tried to leverage herself up, but he pinned her with his body against the door to hold her still. “Don’t move, baby.” He spoke through clenched teeth, his forehead pressed to hers. “Gimme a second.”
She groaned in complaint. “Remember that part about killing me?”
“It’s your own damn fault. You’re the one who turned an innocent sucker into an edible sex toy. I’ve never been so fucking turned on in my life.”
“Oh yeah?” A wicked glint lit up her eyes. “Maybe I’ll have to bring a box of unicorn pops home with me.”
Images assaulted him of her torturing him in public—like at his family’s annual Fourth of July barbecue or her occasional visit to his jobsite—places where he couldn’t haul off and tackle-fuck her just because his dick was harder than a steel beam.
“Jesus Christ, Aly.” Tension from trying to keep control over his own body made his words sound harsh and strained. “Since when did you get such a dirty mind?”
She tried raising herself up again. This time he let her, and the achingly slow drag of her inner walls threatened to burn him alive. “Maybe you’re starting to rub off on me,” she said. “Maybe you unleashed my inner sex kitten. Either way, who cares?”
Using the strength in her legs, she held when only the head was still nestled in her entrance and leveled a heated look at him that sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine. The pause couldn’t have been longer than a second, but it felt like that eternal moment at the top of a roller coaster right before plummeting to the ground.
She plowed her hands into his hair and whispered, “Now, please, shut up and fuck me,” then pushed herself down until he was balls-deep. His shaky reserve snapped.
Dillon growled, dug his fingers into the meat of her thighs, and began pistoning in and out of her tight channel with ferocious abandon. Still holding his head, she brought him in for a crushing kiss. Tongues met. Lips melded. Teeth nipped. Hips bumped.
Her scent, intoxicating and addicting, made him dizzy with lust. And still he never broke his rhythmic thrusts. But he couldn’t get the angle he wanted, the closeness he craved. It was time to take this party to a new location.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, Dillon held her down on him and backed up. His goal was to make it to the fancy armchair across the room. But the sensory overload interfered with his inner GPS and Alyssa’s long hair streaming past the sides of his face acted like blinders on a horse.
Somewhere he took a wrong turn. Pain splintered through his toes as his left foot connected with the front of the nightstand, his momentum causing him to pitch forward. He managed to brace a hand on the wall before Alyssa got the headache of a lifetime, but not before her back crushed the shade of the expensive bedside lamp.
Dillon cursed a blue streak, partly from frustration and partly from pain, while Alyssa giggled through their kisses. Suddenly he had a vision of them on a future road trip: him swearing under his breath at the annoying woman living inside his navigation system who kept insisting he “make the next available U-turn” while Alyssa chuckled in the passenger seat and tried not to spout off statistics of the percentage of men who got lost versus women due to their aversion to asking for directions.
Recalculating…
Oh, he’d recalculate all right. He wanted to get to that chair and finish what they started A-SAP. He pushed off from the wall and spun them around, forgetting that Alyssa’s long legs were crossed behind his back. He felt them swipe the lamp, then heard the unmistakable sound of the cylindrical glass base shattering into too many pieces to fix with a tube of Krazy Glue.
She jolted at the sound of the crash, causing her body to tense briefly, including those glorious muscles squeezing his dick. “Ah, fuck,” he said through clenched teeth.
“It’s okay,” she panted. “I’ll worry about it later. Just please don’t stop.”
Dillon hadn’t cursed out of concern for the damage, but he didn’t see the point in correcting her. “Baby, I’m not stopping until I make you come so hard you forget every name but mine and your body milks every last drop from my cock.”
She gasped, her mouth forming a little o as a flush colored her from cheeks to chest. But even as part of her reacted with shock and embarrassment, another part flared to life with lust and a base wanton need that matched his own.
He took advantage of the stalled moment to stalk over to his destination without any further mishaps and lowered them carefully. The chair sat low with a single back piece shaped like a half-moon around the plush cushion. Simple and elegant in design with a deep purple microfiber almost as soft as Alyssa’s skin.
The top of the backrest stopped just below his shoulder blades as he leaned against it and positioned her knees on either side of his hips. Dillon forced himself to hold still, fighting the desperation for her that rode him so hard that sweat broke out on his skin and his molars were ground to dust. But all that was forgotten when she cupped the underside of her left breast and slowly leaned forward to feed it to him. Watching her carnal side come out of hiding was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
More than happy to follow her lead, he sat up and attacked the mound as he would her mouth. She moaned her pleasure as he drew it deep. He sucked, licked, and even lightly scraped. He loved the feel of her supple flesh giving under the pressure of his lips and tongue and hearing the catch in her breath when he teased her with his teeth. By the time he released it, her nipple looked like a work of art, swollen and red with its hard tip drawn tight. Then he devoured the other one to make them a matching set.
When he finished, she lifted herself up and held. The cool air grazing his sensitive flesh felt like sheer torture compared to the hot cocoon of her pussy. The look on her face told him she wouldn’t drop until she was good and ready, her attempt at taking control, and he let her have it. Who was he to deny her the chance to explore this new power she held over him? The question would be whether or not he survived it.
Inch by excruciating inch, Alyssa lowered herself until completely seated and he felt the head of his cock nudge her back wall. He swallowed a groan in his throat as sensation rippled from the tip to settle in his balls.
After what felt like hours, she at last took pity on him. Splaying her hands over his chest, she began to move in a steady rhythm. Her motions slow, her hips rolled over him like decadent waves lapping at his body. Dillon palmed the smooth globes of her ass and watched her in awe.
She was a thing of pure beauty. Not only in the classic sense of stunning features, flawless skin, and the body of a goddess. But also in the way her breath caught when he showed her tenderness. The way she melted beneath his touch like chocolate in summer. The way she curled into his
side and nuzzled his chest as she slept.
The way she looked at him with his love reflecting in her eyes…
Love. The word slipped into his mind as though it belonged there. Like adding the final puzzle piece that solved the mystery of the image. It was a moment of clarity; one he couldn’t believe had taken him so long to see.
He loved her. Soul searing, heart crushing, mind numbing loved her.
“Dillon? Are you okay?”
Shit. He must’ve let his shock show on his face. What an asshole. Cupping her jaw in his hands, he kissed her with all the passion and hunger swimming in his veins…and all the love in his heart. “Yeah, baby,” he said honestly, tracing his thumb over her full lower lip. “As long as you’re in my arms, I’ll always be okay.”
She stopped moving and studied him with that adorable wrinkle puckered between her brows. He mentally sighed. Sometimes he wished her brain had an ON/OFF switch.
Holding her around the waist with one arm, he quickly stood and reversed their positions. Now her ass was at the edge of the seat cushion with the back of the chair supporting her across her shoulders. He hooked her right leg over the side of the chair, opening her up to him.
Dillon held his body up at a forty-five degree angle with one arm. With his free hand, he positioned the head of his cock at her swollen entrance and slowly fed her every last inch. “Ah, Christ,” he swore through a clenched jaw. Her heat branded his sensitive flesh like the sweet burn of whiskey and made him feel just as drunk.
She dug her fingers into his hips as he pulled back and began a nice, steady pace. Both of them watched as he buried himself to the hilt, over and over. Her juices coated him and glistened on her lips as they sucked at him on every withdrawal. Alyssa’s breaths became shallow and her skin dewy as she skirted around her climax.