Submitting in Vegas (Vegas Morellis 3)

“Rafe,” she says on a sigh.

I fucking love the way she says my name.

Or, I love it until she follows up with, “Rafe, we can’t do this. We can’t do this.”

Goddamn it, Virginia. “Yes, we can,” I tell her firmly. I follow the declaration up with a nip at her neck and she gasps, her hand moving to my back.

“No,” she says, shaking her head, eyes closed. “We can’t. I can’t.”

I don’t know how I feel about it, but without thinking through the morality, I pull a card from low in the deck. “I need you,” I tell her roughly, between neck kisses. Her breath catches and she hesitates, so I know I have her on the hook. “It’s been so fucking long, Virginia. I need to fuck you tonight.”

“But… I… It hasn’t been—I thought—What about Galina?” she stammers, awkwardly.

“I didn’t fuck Galina,” I tell her. “I didn’t need Galina. I needed you.”

I swear to God, it’s like the entire world stops for a split second. Virginia doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe, doesn’t speak. There’s utter stillness in the bedroom, utter silence.

Finally, she breathes. And when she does, she seems to exhale every last objection. Her brown eyes meet mine, she licks her lips, and then without even a thought of hesitation, she lifts her head and brushes her soft lips against mine. It’s a sweet, inexperienced kiss, but I love it. I don’t even know how fucking old she is. Her words about how I don’t know enough about her to be doing this flit across my mind, but I immediately discard them. I’ve fucked girls I’ve known a lot less about than this one. I may not know all her details, but I know her.

Her leg slides around the back of mine and she runs her foot down my calf. I tangle a hand in her damp hair and take her mouth more aggressively, showing her how I like it. Soft and sweet is nice for cuddling, not for fucking. I want brutal when I’m fucking. I want hungry and desperate and fucking mad with pleasure.

She sucks in breath when I finally tear my lips away, looking a little dazed.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you, Virginia.”

“I want you to fuck me,” she says, a little unevenly as she tries to catch her breath.

I smile, pushing a hand through her hair. “Good girl. Do you want to taste my cock first?”

I barely finish asking the question and she’s nodding her head. “Yes.”

She’s in this now, so I don’t have to worry about her fleeing. Accordingly, I climb off her hips and lie back on the bed. Virginia climbs to her knees and eyes my cock up like she’s not sure how to attack it. I assume the extraordinarily average schmuck she used to date had an extraordinarily average cock, too.

Finally, she grasps it at the base and crawls forward, lowering her head until she gets all the way to the base. She opens her fingers just enough to drag her tongue from the base of my cock to the head. Then she flattens her tongue and drags it across the smooth surface, catching the precum on her tongue and dragging it into her mouth.

She surprises the hell out of me, after all that shy protesting, by smirking at me now and saying, “Mm, yummy.”

A startled chuckle slips out of me, but before I can say anything, she opens her mouth, lowers it over my cock, and takes half my considerable length like a fucking pro.

“Oh, fuck,” I murmur, clutching the bed sheets.

Virginia’s hand tightens and she pumps my cock near the base while she uses her mouth to take care of the rest. I sigh with pleasure, letting my head fall back against the pillow. I close my eyes and just enjoy the sensation of her laboring over my cock with that wonderful fucking mouth of hers. It’s funny how sure she was this wouldn’t be my Christmas present. I didn’t think it would be either, but here she is with my cock in her mouth. I want to smack her ass and call her out on it, but she was skittish too recently, so I don’t push my luck.

I let her give me head for a few minutes, but I can’t stop thinking about what her pussy’s going to feel like. I open my eyes and look down at her. I love to look down at a woman when she’s giving me head, but not so much on the bed. I prefer to be standing with her on the floor at my feet.

Next time.

Tonight I didn’t even plan to feel her lips around my cock, I just wanted to plaster her against the wall, spread her legs, and bury my cock inside her.

13

Virginia

“That’s enough.”

I pop off his dick and sit back on my heels, looking up at Rafe for direction. It has been a long time since I’ve had sex, and never with someone as experienced as he is. It’s not like I forgot how to do it, but I don’t know where he wants me. I don’t even know if we’ll stay in this bed. He has a whole sex room, after all.

He does not move me to the sex room. His dark eyes remain on me as he moves toward me. I feel like I should move, but before I can, he catches the back of my neck and yanks me forward, pulling me right into a kiss. Even though I just had my mouth on his dick, I’m not prepared for it. I gasp against his mouth, then start to climb to my knees, but he grabs me around the waist and pulls me into his lap, facing him. I shift so my knees are around him and he tucks me against him like we’re one being. It’s the most intimate way anyone has ever held me, and that alone nearly stops my heart.