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And I loved every second of it.
We continued to chat as the night drew on, and it seemed like every time he got up, he would come back to sit just a little closer to me. I could smell his aftershave, which had to be as expensive as the rest of him. Inhaling the scent made my stomach flip over and over again, my system telling me to make a move before I let this chance get away from me. Hell, I was sure Shelby was somewhere out there, yelling at me to actually do something with this hot guy who had been dropped out of nowhere right onto my lap.
We were next to each other on the crushed velvet loveseat that looked out over the city lights in the distance. There weren’t many places in Las Vegas where you could get this kind of quiet, except for the upscale neighborhoods.
Scott moved his leg so that it was pressed up against mine, and the sight of his muscular thigh so close to me had me ready to melt.
I put my drink down, my hands shaking slightly as I did so. I turned to look at him. The expression on his face and the look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know—gave me all the come-on I required to convince me that I wouldn’t be turned down if I tried to kiss him.
"Thank you so much for what you did for me tonight," I told him shyly, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "I...I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been there to help."
"Glad I was there," he murmured, and I reached out, putting my hand on his leg. I felt bold—whether it was the drinks or the adrenalin of what had happened earlier, I wasn’t sure, but I wanted to ride it—and him—as far as they would take me.
"I want to thank you properly, though," I murmured, dropping my voice down low, letting him know exactly where my mind was at. He grinned, his hand sliding to my waist as he pulled me in a little closer.
"If you must," he replied with a sexy growl. And, finally, I moved towards him, tilting my head to the side so I could bring my lips to his—and we could finally kiss.
The taste of his lips on mine had the hairs on the back of my neck standing up at once. His hand dropped to my hip, tugging me even closer. He deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth as I brushed my hands over his chest, feeling his muscles beneath his shirt. My trembling fingers undid his buttons, but I tried to take my time. I wanted him so badly it was making it hard to think straight, so badly that just this kiss was getting me way too overheated, and I didn’t want to waste a second of the time I had here. I didn’t know how long it would be before this fantasy was broken, and I was sure as hell going to enjoy it while I still could.
I climbed on top of him, straddling him on the couch and pushing his shirt open. I normally wasn’t quite so forward when it came to sex, but I had been sitting here for so long, trying to contain myself, that the desire had gotten the better of me, and I was unable to do anything but let this happen.
"Fuck," he growled against my mouth, grabbing my hips and pulling them down onto his lap hard, grinding himself into me. I could already feel him starting to stiffen beneath me, and it thrilled me, knowing that he wanted me just as much as I did him. How could we deny it? He might have just been playing Good Samaritan earlier, but right now, I wanted him to be anything but good to me.
I kissed his neck as he pushed up my dress, his fingers trailing over my bare thighs as he exposed me. I loved the feel of his touch on my skin, the way it seemed to send my already overheated body into orbit. He knew just what he was doing when it came to getting me all hot and bothered, and I briefly wondered how many other women had been in my position over the years—literally.
I pushed that thought to the back of my mind. It didn’t matter who else had been here. It mattered that I was the one here now, didn’t it? I moved my mouth back to his lips and kissed him again, harder this time, as I slipped my hands down to his pants and pulled down the zipper.
I took his cock into my hand, slowly beginning to stroke him as our tongues met again. I could feel his desire for me, the way it seemed to pulse off of him in waves, and I wasn’t willing to wait much longer to feel it for myself.
Well, maybe a little longer.
I slipped down between his knees, kneeling on the floor in front of him, and pushed my hands up and over his thighs, smiling playfully.
"I told you I wanted to thank you," I murmured as I took his cock in my hand once more, and I leaned towards him and planted a kiss on his tip. He groaned loudly, draping one arm along the back of the couch and bringing the other to the back of my head, cradling it gently as I started to go down on him.
I had never felt hungrier for anyone before in my life—the intoxication of being this close to him was mind-bending, and I pushed my head down, taking as much of him as I could at once. He pushed himself back up to meet me, sliding his hand down to my shoulders and massaging softly as I worked, like he wanted me to know he seriously appreciated everything I was doing for him.
I used my tongue to work the underside of his shaft before I reached back to his tip, dipping my lips over his head before I moved to engulf him once again. There was something so sexy to me about the way he felt in my mouth, the fullness of it, knowing I had been enough to get him to this point—that I had been enough to turn him on beyond what he could handle. I had never been the kind of girl to have this effect on men. At least, that’s what I’d thought right up until the moment the two of us had come together like this.
He let me go down on him for a little longer, moving my mouth up and down, up and down on him until he was swollen beneath my lips. It didn’t take long, though, before he couldn’t take anymore, and he reached down to pull me up on top of him.
He kissed me hard as he reached beneath me, pulling my panties to the side and lining his cock up with my slit.
"I really need to fuck you right now," he told me, his voice low and full of desire. I gasped as I felt him push into me for the first time, grabbing my hips and lowering me down on top of him like he just couldn’t wait any longer. My head spun as his fullness took me, making it impossible for me to focus on anything but him. It was like the whole world, including the bullshit that had gone down earlier this evening had just slipped away.
I grabbed onto the back of the couch and moved against him hard, taking as much of him as I could inside me, rocking back and forth on his length. I could see the edge of a tattoo sticking out from under his shirt—it looked like scales wrapping around the top of his shoulder. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. I watched him as he entered me for the first time, the way his brow furrowed, jaw tightening, like the pleasure was just too much for him to handle. I loved seeing him like this, utterly given over to the way I made him feel, the way our bodies felt coming together like this.
He pushed my dress up so he could watch himself inside of me, watch his cock moving in and out, in and out of me. He groaned with pleasure, and I pulled him back up to face me so I could kiss him again, our tongues meeting with a hunger I had never felt before in my life. Maybe it was the intensity of how we’d met, or maybe it was something else entirely, but I couldn’t begin to control myself. Even though we had only met earlier this evening, my body had been demanding this, needing this, from the second we’d stepped into his house, and I could hardly believe I’d managed to wait as long as I had to do this.
He grabbed onto my hips and pushed me down hard on top of him, holding himself there, stirring his cock inside of me as he gazed up into my eyes like he couldn’t believe I was really there. I pressed my forehead to his, breathing him in, drawing in his scent.
I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to come—when he felt as perfect as this, as good as this, nothing could hold me back. I was moving down hard on top of him, filling myself with him, deep, hard, wanting as much as I could get. I could tell he wasn’t far from the edge himself, his breath catching at the back of his throat as he drove himself into me over and over again.
He pulled me against him, wrapping his arms around me tight and pulling me in close as he thrust into me once, twice—and then, finally, I felt him finish inside of me. He let out a long moan against my ear, and the sound of it was all it took to push me over the edge and into my own release. My mind went blank as the orgasm tore through me, my body clenching against his, my thighs trembling as I tried to find some way to keep myself upright on top of him. He trailed his tongue over my bottom lip as he felt me tighten around him, and I could feel the cocky smile on his lips, telling me everything I needed to know.
Slowly, I drew back from him to catch my breath, my heart beating so hard in my chest that I was sure he would be able to hear it. He smoothed my hair back from my face, and looked up at me.
"You good?" He murmured, tracing his fingers over my chin. I smiled and nodded, resting my forehead against his once more.
