He eases a thick finger inside of me as we kiss, his tempo in almost perfect harmony with our tongues. I moan into his mouth as he adds another and presses the pad of his thumb against my slick flesh. He repeatedly runs circles over the jewelry, its cool titanium in direct contrast to his warm hand. I’m at the brink of climax in less than a minute.
“Drew...fuck...oh God!”
“C’mon, honey, give it to me.”
He nips and sucks along my neck as he continues working my lower body into a frenzy. As a scream bubbles up my throat, Drew slams his mouth over mine, swallowing the noise. He groans as I clench around his fingers, lessening the pressure from his thumb as I come down from the high. My whole body feels like jelly, so I just stand there for a minute, using the wall to remain upright.
He starts trailing light kisses over my neck again as he removes his fingers. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” I moan when he bites my earlobe. “You’re fucking stunning when you come, Charlee.”
“Wow...that was...wow.”
He laughs and stands to his full height. His eyes never leave mine as he brings his fingers to his mouth. “Just as sweet as I imagined.”
I flush as he takes his time cleaning my arousal off his fingers. Something like that shouldn’t be so hot, right? But my lord...it’s so unbelievably erotic. When he kisses me again, I can faintly taste myself on his lips, and just like that, the lady wood is back. As badly as I want him though, I somehow manage to remember my earlier thought process. It’s pretty obvious by the massive bulge in his pants that Drew wants me, but he’s still holding something back. I need him to let go of the control he’s so hellbent on keeping.
“How do you feel about playing blackjack?”
He blinks several times, as if he’s having trouble digesting my words. “Blackjack?”
“Yeah,” I nod. “It’s my favorite card game. I think we should play for a while.”
“You want to play blackjack? Right now?”
“Sure,” I shrug, trying to maintain eye contact. His dick is practically punching through the zipper on his jeans and it’s really hard to ignore.
Like, really, really hard.
Drew shoves his hands into his pockets to discreetly adjust his boner. “Uh...yeah, sure. I guess. If that’s what you want to do.”
I playfully punch his bicep. Ouch, that thing is solid. “Great! Let’s go find a table!”
“Great.” His tone says that he thinks my diversion tactic is anything but great. “Lead the way, Charlee.”
I smile as I step onto the casino floor, feeling his eyes on my ass the entire time.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
DREW
“I kicked blackjack’s ass!” Charlee lifts her arms in triumph. “We should celebrate!”
I steady her by the elbow as we step into the observation wheel. “Isn’t that what we’re doing right now?”
She points to the bar in the center of the pod. “Celebrations call for cocktails!” She giggles. “I said cock. Cock, cock, cockity cock. Cockleshell. Cocksure. Oh, I know! Cock-a-doodle-doo!” She crows that last word, causing the people around us to snicker. Thank fuck we’re in the twenty-one and over pod.
I tuck a thick strand of hair behind her ear and smile when she leans her cheek into my palm. “That last drink really tipped you over the edge, huh?”
On our way to the Linq’s promenade, we stopped at one of those stands that offers yardstick beakers of slushy alcohol. Charlee sucked hers down like taking a hit from a beer bong. I slurped mine a little more slowly but finished it nonetheless. I’m a big guy so it takes a lot to get me drunk, but those fucking things are huge, and we had shots right before that, so I’m actually buzzing pretty hard right now. I’m pretty sure the gorgeous brunette currently rubbing up against me like a cat has crossed over into sloshed.
“Nah.” She strokes my arm like it’s the softest thing she’s ever felt. “I’m good. Your muscles are huge, Drew. How often do you work out?” She rests her head against my bicep. “Seriously, this thing is almost as big as my head. Look!”
I laugh as I tuck her into my chest. “I work out every day if I can. If I’m at the station, I only get an hour per day but if I’m at home, I’ll go to the gym for a couple of hours.”
She wraps her arms around my waist and tips her head back. “Every day? That’s insane. Exercise blows. I mean, I do it, but only because I fucking love to eat, but I’m miserable the whole time.”
“I actually really enjoy it,” I say with a shrug. “If you’re that miserable, maybe you just need a workout partner. You should come with me sometime.”
Her hands wander down to my ass. “I’d rather work off calories the naked way. If you feel the need to lift weights, you can totally bench press me.” She squeezes my ass and presses her tits into my stomach to emphasize her point.