Endless Nights (Vegas Nights 2)

“Hmm, anxious?” One long finger slipped inside her and she sighed, then moaned when he licked her pussy.

“Oh, God,” she choked out, disappointment filling her when he pulled away, his hands going to her waist again, giving her a squeeze before he let go. “Where…what are you doing?” If he walked away now she would scream, and not with pleasure either. More like agony, because she was so close, so freaking close to coming, she would do just about anything to make it happen.

That would include tying Luke down on the bed—wherever it was—and using him all night long.

“I can’t wait anymore.” His voice was gruff and she heard a clank as he undid his belt and a zip as he shoved at his jeans. She looked behind her, her mouth dropping open when she caught first sight of his monster cock.

Oooh, it was big. Long an

d thick and whoa, did he really think that thing was going to fit?

Only one way to find out.

She made him anxious. And no woman had ever made him feel like that. He was so eager to get inside her, his hands shook as he shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down to his knees, then tore into the condom and rolled it on like a jittering fool. But holy hell, the way she responded to him, that brief taste of her…how fucking beautiful she looked standing there now only in the heels—Jesus.

The woman flat out tore him up. Made him feel crazed.

Glancing up, he caught her watching him, those big velvety brown eyes wide, her face flushed, her lips parted like they were waiting for his kiss.

He leaned in and kissed her, his cock prodding at her perfectly shaped ass. She opened for him, the kiss turning sloppy in an instant. Sliding tongues and low moans, and she rubbed her sexy little backside against his cock, making him groan, tightening his fingers around her hips.

“I can’t wait,” he murmured against her lips. “I’m going to fuck you right where you stand.”

A gasp escaped her, those big eyes popping open and staring up at him. “Really?”

“Really,” he said firmly, shifting her back into position. She may have been tall for a woman, but he still towered over her, and he leaned in, dropping kisses along her shoulder, down her back. She shivered beneath his lips, her skin so soft and pretty, warm and flushed with arousal. He stood, smoothing his hand down the center of her back. “Hold on.”

Andrea grasped at the glass, her entire body tense as he slowly pushed inside her. He kept his gaze locked on his cock as it disappeared within her body, sweat forming on his forehead, his mind spinning. She was so tight, so hot. Her pussy clenched around his cock, making it difficult for him to breathe, to concentrate, to even move.

A low moan escaped her and he paused, running his hand over one perfect ass cheek, needing her to relax. “You feel so good,” he gritted out from between his teeth, and she wiggled her butt, spreading her legs.

He sank further, both of them groaning, and he slowly started to thrust, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, keeping up a steady rhythm designed to drive them out of their minds. His entire body shook and so did hers, and he couldn’t believe the first time they had sex he was fucking her from behind.

What kind of asshole was he?

Well, she didn’t seem to mind. She was pushing back with his every thrust, little moans and whimpers falling from her lips, her hair spilling down her back as she tossed her head. She grappled at the window, her hands slipping against the glass as she tried to hold on, but she was having a hell of a time.

He could relate.

Without thought he grabbed hold of the ends of her hair and tugged, lightly at first, testing her. She had the softest, glossiest hair he’d ever felt. It curled easily around his fingers, the sensuous waves clinging to his hands. When she didn’t protest, he pulled harder and she moaned, the sound driving him fucking crazy.

“Faster,” she whispered, surprising him. “Please.”

Andrea wanted faster? He’d give her faster. He increased his pace, slamming his hips against her ass, going balls-deep, just as he imagined earlier. She took it, encouraging his every deep thrust with sexy little whimpers. Harder and harder he pressed into her, again and again. He was relentless, his fingers digging into her skin, sweat dripping, his chest tight, his balls heavy and ready to explode.

“Close,” he bit out. “I’m so fucking close. You with me?”

She nodded, turning her head so their gazes met. Locked. She shifted, backing up into him, sending him deep, and her eyes slid halfway closed, a sexy moan falling from her lips. “Just like that,” she whispered. “Right there. Oh my God.”

Oh yeah. He could feel her inner walls clutch around him, pulsing, almost vibrating. He witnessed her falling apart, her entire body consumed with shudders, his name falling from her lips in a keening wail that had his own orgasm ripping out of him.

His mind blanked. He gathered her up, taking a step forward, their bodies still intimately connected as he pressed her against the glass. They were both panting, his breaths ragged, his chest aching, his entire body aching. She shivered within his embrace, her hands dropping to her sides as he pushed her against the glass.

“Do—do you think anyone saw us?” she asked, her voice choppy.

He chuckled and dropped a kiss to her temple, breathing deep her intoxicating scent, mingled with his own and the smell of sex. “If they did, we just put on a hell of a show.”

She laughed, the sound soft. “That was…”