Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [26]
He let out a groan as his eyes dropped to her chest, and she found herself arching involuntarily forward. “Suck them,” she said.
Another rough growl left him as he bent to take one turgid nipple into his mouth, pulling on it hard.
“Oh God,” she murmured. “Oh God, yes.”
She was getting closer, closer—she was going to come.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded again. “Fuck me.”
He continued driving his cock deep and suckling her breast as she moved against him in the hot, tight circles that brought her the most pleasure.
“Oh…” she moaned, lost to the sensations, eyes shut now. She forgot they were in a closet half undressed, forgot she barely knew him, forgot this was the most illicit sex she’d ever even come close to having—and exploded in orgasm. She cried out as it rushed through her, pulsing outward from her cunt all the way to her fingers and toes. “Yes, yes, yes,” she sobbed until finally the waves began to calm and total weakness pervaded her body.
Opening her eyes, she caught a glimpse of the bare lightbulb above her, another of her pointed nipples below, glistening from his ministrations—and felt like someone else. Until she met his gaze, her arms resting around his neck, and then she felt like no one but herself, living out the naughtiest of fantasies—naughtier, in fact, than any she’d ever even had. “Oh God,” she breathed.
“Good?” he asked, those sexy brown eyes still filled with saturating heat.
“Mmm,” she sighed with one slow, well-pleasured nod. “Now…fuck me some more. Fuck me ’til you come.” Brenna hadn’t been herself since arriving in Sin City, and she saw no reason to change that now.
With their gazes still locked, he tightened his grasp on her bottom, his fingers digging in slightly. Then, teeth clenched, he drove into her—once, twice, again, again—slow, hard thrusts that reached her very core. Her body jolted with each, her breasts jiggling. At moments, her head dropped back, her eyes shutting, but when she opened them again, Damon’s gaze always met hers, and such stark intimacy enhanced every sensation. And it was only when he said, “God, God—now,” that his eyes fell shut in ecstasy.
Brenna watched the climax take him, transform him, watched the pleasure and pain steal over his expression, and almost thought she could come again from the severe joy of having delivered him there.
But it was when he opened his eyes and she knew the sex was over that she began to feel just as she had upon coming into the club tonight—a little adrift, unsure. “Good?” she asked, as he’d asked her.
“Perfect.”
And then…nothing. She had no idea what to say, how things would be now.
Gently, he pulled out of her, leaving her to stand on her own. God, her legs were wobbly. And her body suddenly empty. Struggling to stay on her feet, she instinctively reached to put her bra back in place.
“Shit,” he said, then, “Sorry.”
She balked slightly. “Sorry?”
“It’s a bad idea to fuck someone you work with.”
“Oh. Yeah. I had the same thought.” She buttoned her blouse, watching as he removed his condom to drop it in an empty wastebasket resting conveniently on the floor behind him.
This was starting to feel a little surreal. She’d just done it with Damon Andros.
But no, wait—it had already felt surreal. This was more than that. Unreal. Dizzying.
“Although,” she added, thinking aloud, “it’s not as if this is the first time you’ve had sex with someone you worked with.” Singers, she meant.
A small, cynical smile took him. “All completely consensual, without contract promises, by the way.”
“I believe you,” she said softly. And she did. She couldn’t imagine Damon would have to make promises to get any woman into bed.
“And…a habit I was trying to break.”
She bit her lip. “Then what went wrong?”
He zipped his pants, met her gaze. “You’re too damn hot.”
It probably indicated some flaw in her character that, even as she stood totally absorbed by this man and what she’d just done with him, she could also mentally step back and take wild pleasure in the fact that the Damon Andros truly thought she was too hot.