Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [14]
Then she walked to the drapes that lined the outer wall of the room and, locating the center, opened them up. Wow! The move revealed a window wall that looked out over the Vegas Strip and its nightly show of lights. Dear God—how had she not realized this before now? She experienced it again—that sense that someone had built this city purely for people to be bad. And she wanted to be bad now, too—to somehow commune with this place.
Setting her wine cooler on a table, she lowered her panties, letting them drop to the floor, and stepped free of them. She sat down on the carpet, facing the window, legs spread. She still yearned for Damon to be here, touching her, fucking her, but her mantras, she tried to convince herself, were true. She didn’t need a man—she could take care of her own needs.
Looking out on the lights, she stroked her fingers through her parted slit. Wet. Soft. She shivered, then reached for the wine cooler. Still touching herself with one hand, circling her fingers over her clit, she used the other to lift the bottle to her breast—hard, cold, moist against her nipple. The bottle’s dewy sweat left her top damp, her nipple visibly darkening the white fabric, even with the lamps off. The Las Vegas Strip provided enough light in the room on its own.
Brenna’s fingers slid down into the folds of her pussy, petting deeply, wanting to truly feel herself, all of herself, the way a man would explore her. The way Damon would surely explore her.
She pushed first one, then two fingers inside herself, then moved them in and out of the warm tunnel. Oh God, she wanted them to be Damon’s cock—bigger, harder, sturdier, and more powerful than anything she could do to herself, even if she had brought a vibrator.
Withdrawing her fingers a moment later, she whirled them once more around her swollen clit, then reached inside her cami to squeeze one breast full in her hand. Then she lowered her open bottle between her thighs, pressing it there.
Mmm, God. So cool. And so wonderfully hard. Way too big, wide, but it still felt incredible as she began to move against it. She felt so dirty now. Dirty in a way she wanted to share with someone. Because she feared being this dirty by herself could also make her feel pretty damn lonely if she let it.
But she couldn’t let it. So she looked out on the Vegas lights and imagined again that Damon was with her. Not only was he with her, he was telling her what to do. Move the bottle up and down on your pussy. That’s right. Faster. Faster. Yeah.
Now take it away. Take it away and splash just a little wine on your cunt. To make you even wetter.
Biting her lip, she withdrew her gaze from the neon spectacle beyond the window and glanced down, spilling just a little of the cooler over her parted slit. She gasped at the cold splatter, then imagined Damon’s deep, commanding voice again.
Touch yourself, Brenna. Stroke your fingers through your pussy.
She did. Extra wet now, like he’d wanted.
Yeah, like that. From the bottom all the way to the top. Press your fingers into the moist folds. Feel yourself. Feel yourself.
Now rub your clit for me.
She did that, too, moving two fingers in tight, hot circles overtop the protruding little nub.
Thrust against it.
She obeyed.
Rub harder, harder. Make yourself come. Look out on those lights, imagine all the dirty things people are doing out there, and make yourself come harder than you ever have before.
“Oh!” The orgasm was brutal, causing her body to buckle, her head to drop forward as her pelvis jerked in rough response. Each sensation echoed through her like a small explosion, ripping her apart, stealing her senses, her reason. All that mattered was pleasure, hard and consuming…until it ended.
And then she realized she was sitting half naked before a large window and had just gotten herself off with the help of a glass bottle.
Dear God.
This city was stealing more than her senses. She feared, already, it was on the verge of stealing…her soul.
Making of her something she wasn’t.
Or…was it, more accurately, maybe just redefining