Lust (Vegas Nights 2)

“Please tell me there isn’t a laundry basket on the edge of your bed tonight,” he murmured against my lips, pulling me through the kitchen with an arm clasped around my waist.

I bit my lower lip and shook my head. “On the floor.”

“Thank fucking god.”

At the bottom of the stairs, he kissed me again, sliding his hands down my sides, over my hips, my ass, around my thighs. In one swoop, with a squeak from me, he lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist. My pussy pressed against his hard cock, pressure adding every time he took a step up.

He carried me into my room and lowered me to the bed. I bounced on the mattress, breathing hard. He leaned over me, running his eyes down my body. From my hair to my open legs, his jaw momentarily clenched when he caught sight of my thong.

“Fucking thong,” he muttered. “Fucking dress. So unnecessary.”

I stifled a giggle and wound my fingers in his shirt, pulling his mouth back to mine. He kicked his shoes off as he kissed me. His hands worked swiftly to remove his shirt and pull my dress straps down.

Quick and hungry, he pulled the dress down my body, revealing my bare breasts.

“Jesus fucking Christ. You’ve been braless all night?”

I bit the inside of my cheek.

He groaned, dropping his forehead to mine. “Perrie Fox, you will be the death of me.”

“There are worse ways to go.” Sitting up, I reached for his belt and unbuckled it. I pulled it over his ass, and he kissed me, tearing my grip from his jeans. My head and shoulders slammed onto the bed, and his kiss was harder, more desperate. One of his hands worked at his jeans while the other teased my nipple.

I gasped, tilting my head back. Adrian released me for a moment and stood. He stepped out of the jeans, then his boxers. His cock sprung free, thick and long, a vein pulsing along the side. My mouth went dry, my heart thumped. I wanted him.

No, I needed him. This time it was real. A consuming need that thumped through my veins alongside my desire.

He pulled a condom from his wallet and undid the packet. The sound of the foil ripped was only interrupted by both of our short breaths. My clit ached unbearably, and he dropped the foil packet to the floor to roll it on.

His eyes met mine as his fingers reached the base of his cock.

He leaned over me again, once again positioning himself between my legs. His fingers hooked into the sides of my thong and peeled it down my thighs. I lifted my legs up in front of him and he removed them completely, then, with strong, firm hands, probed his fingers up the insides of my thighs and opened them.

Closer and closer his hand came until his thumb brushed over my aching clit. It was so sensitive and the touch so fleeting I gasped as a little pleasure rolled through me.

He touched it again, this time firmer.

Watched me.

He watched me as he rubbed his thumb over my clit. Watched me with unbridled desire and a heaving chest. Watched me with flushed cheeks and a hungry need that I felt mirrored in my own body.

I flung my arm over my eyes as he continued his exploration of my pussy with his hand. His fingers slipped toward me, him angling his wrist so he could keep the pressure on my clit. My hips drifted up to him, my heart beat a thunderous tune in my ears. My chest burned. My skin was on fire. And he was still watching me, I knew he was. Despite the blindness thanks to my forearm, I could feel his gaze on me as he brought me to the brink.

And stopped.

His cock replaced his fingers. He rubbed the head of his cock through my wetness from my clit to where he finally pushed inside me. Every inch was slow and torturous, stretching me around him until I took him fully.

Adrian leaned over. My legs hooked over his hips, around his waist, and my hips tilted to him.

His fingers trailed along my arms, tickling their path to where he wound them between them and pinned my hands to the bed above my head.

I opened my eyes.

The look in his—oh god. They were dark. Dark and stormy and the picture of restraint as he stayed buried in me, perfectly still.

I lifted my head and kissed him.

Bit his lower lip.

Clenched my muscles around him.

Really bit him as I dragged my teeth across his lip.

“Oh, now you’re playing nice?” I breathed out the veiled dare.

He growled and pulled out. Slamming back into me, my back arched, and I closed my eyes. “Nice? Nice is the last thing I want to be right now.”