No Reservations - Megan Hart [84]
And then she spun again, her body maintaining some sort of contact with his as she danced, writhing against him with sensual abandon. Her hair covered her face as the flash, flash, flash of the lights provided a show against her body in the otherwise dark of the corner.
A server passed nearby and she grabbed two glasses of champagne from the tray and handed one to Dix. The server's eyes roamed over Kate's body but who was Dix kidding, he couldn't blame the guy for looking.
Are you getting a wee bit tipsy?' he asked, smirking after she drained her glass and then picked up another from the tray.
'I'm far away from work, from home, from anyone who knows me. Why not get a wee bit tipsy? Do you promise to take advantage of me if I am?' A sexy, teasing smile marked her mouth and he leant in close to brush his own across it.
I love this no-smear lipstick. As for taking advantage?' He pressed his lips to her ear. if we weren't here, I'd shove you face down on that table over there and fuck you from behind.'
She spun again, sliding down his body and then tucked something into his pocket. Turned out to be a very tiny pair of panties. Good sweet Lord.
The look she sent him over her shoulder made him swallow, hard.
'You're a very naughty girl. It's one of your best qualities.' His hand rested in his pocket, holding the small scrap of material.
'Fuck me.'
He blinked. 'What?'
She backed up and slid her ass over his cock again. 'You heard me,' she said, craning her neck to see him. 'Take your cock out and put it in my cunt. In more common parlance, fuck me. You have my panties, there's nothing in your way.'
He banded her waist with his forearm and hauled her close, leaning to speak in her ear. 'You want me to fuck you, here? Really?' As if every day wasn't already a holiday with her? Score.
'I want you to fuck me. Here. Now.'
He wasn't about to argue about getting caught. It was Las Vegas after all and it happened to be one of her turn-ons. God knew he could pound nails with his cock he was so hard. And it made him hot to see her so hot.
The crowd pressed in around them, everyone focused on the music, on the party, on themselves. Inside her, the need for him ached, crawled along her belly, itched over her skin. The idea that someone would know what they were doing excited her wildly.
He kept her against his body and she trembled when she felt his hand working at the lipper of that very natty tuxedo he wore.
His fingers brushed her thighs as he moved the dress up a bit, the heat of his cock against her brought a shiver, even in the heat of the crowded club.
She focused on a group just below where they danced on the main dance floor. Two men and a woman undulated, eyes closed, hands all over each other.
And Dix's cock pressed against her entrance, his hiss vibrated through his bones into her and she heard his murmur, hot. Slowly, the beat of the song thumping, his cock slid deeper. His fingers dug into the muscle of her hips. It was so good she shuddered, so good she had to grab the railing nearby to keep standing.
So mudi information, so much stimulus coming into her system she would drown if she continued to fight it so she let go, let herself get off on the idea of being caught, of being watched, let herself love the feel of the width of him pressing into her cunt and then pulling out.
She fell into a dreamy place as he fucked her, pleasure ebbing and flowing around her as the crowd danced. Sex hung in the air, possibility spicing it. Las Vegas on New Year's Eve at half an hour to midnight and the people around them were revving higher and higher as they counted the minutes.
You can't come this way,' he said, leaning to speak in her ear. 'So do it yourself, darling Kate. Touch that clit and make yourself come.'
He continued to stroke into her at an almost casual pace until she lost her resolve to keep her hands from between her legs.