The Little Black Dress (Love in Las Vegas)

The move lines the tip up with her entrance, and it takes every ounce of willpower I possess not to drive my hips forward. I grit my teeth against the urge, and Sophie gasps. Breathing hard, I slowly shift to move my cock away from the temptation. She makes a strange noise, some mix of relief and disappointment I refuse to analyze right now.

This thing between us is new, and we haven’t had that talk, yet. And while I’ve never entertained the idea of having sex without a condom, I could see myself readily agreeing if she tells me she’s on birth control and wants it.

Pushing the thoughts aside, I roll off her and keep going until my feet hit the floor. Leaning over, I give her a closed-mouth kiss on the lips before heading into the bathroom. After taking a quick shower and brushing my teeth, I wander back out into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around my waist. Sophie’s blue eyes devour me as I approach, and I shake my head.

“Don’t look at me like that, or we’ll never leave this bed today. And I want to take you out. Do something fun.”

Her lower lip pouts out for a second, then she throws the covers off and climbs from the bed. Bending over slowly, she retrieves her shorts and tank top from the floor where she’d dropped them last night. The move plumps up her ass and gives me a peek of her gorgeous pussy, and she holds the position while looking over her shoulder at me with a smirk.

“Someone wants another spanking, I see,” I say, and her blush makes me grin.

Despite my teasing tone, my body reveals the truth of what she’s doing to me. My cock springs to life, fully visible beneath the towel. Seeing it, Sophie straightens and turns, her eyes on the tented material. Moving toward me, she licks her lips before dropping to her knees in front of me.

I suck in a sharp breath as her nimble fingers pluck the towel free, then groan as they wrap around my erection. She strokes it lightly, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips again before her gaze lifts to meet mine. Holding the eye contact, she runs her tongue along the underside of my cock.

She hums with approval, then opens her mouth to suck the tip. Her free hand swings out and grabs mine, pulling it to her hair as she sucks me in even deeper. My fingers curl into the red tresses, gripping them lightly as she sucks and swirls her tongue.

Tugging her hair, I pull free of her mouth. She frowns up at me, and I shake my head as I reach down to grip her upper arms and pull her to her feet. I know the hard tile floors have to be hurting her knees. Pulling her with me, I fall onto the bed. She climbs onto the mattress and stops beside me, her slender fingers gripping my cock once more. Shaking my head, I wrap my hand around hers to stop the stroking motion and wait for her to meet my eyes.

“I want you to sit on my face while you suck me,” I say firmly, and her breathing stutters.

“But––”

“No buts. I want to fuck you with my tongue and feel you fall apart all over my face while I come down your throat, Sophie.”

She swallows thickly, her chest heaving and her hard nipples straining against the thin material covering them. Giving me an almost imperceptible nod, she moves, twisting around to throw a knee over my head. Gripping her thighs, I yank her down when she tries to hover above me, my tongue driving deep inside her.

A moan stutters out of her just before my straining cock is enveloped in the warm, moist cavern of her mouth. I groan into her, rolling my tongue to taste every inch of her channel before searching out her clit. Her head bobs faster as I flick the tip of my tongue against the sensitive nub, lashing it mercilessly as my body starts to tense and my balls tighten.

I could come from eating her, alone, but having her mouth on me at the same time is a fucking religious experience. She hums, sending vibrations straight to my balls, then her thighs clench down, squeezing my head. Her entire body shudders as she comes, and my own orgasm explodes out of me. She swallows greedily, humming with pleasure as she sucks down every last drop.

Giving me one last, long lick, she drops her head to my abdomen, panting. I return the favor, licking her clean before burrowing my head back into the pillow. Pushing herself up, she rolls off me and twists around to collapse onto my chest. I run my fingers through her hair, and she sighs with contentment.

“If we’re going somewhere today, I have to go home and change first,” she says with a chuckle.

“I think you look perfect just the way you are, but you’re right. I don’t want anyone else seeing you like this,” I reply. I wrap my arms around her and squeeze. “Let me get dressed, and I’ll follow you home so you can change.”

“Sounds good,” she says, turning her head to kiss my chest.

I could definitely get used to this.

* * *

“So,after losing the love of her life, Mom was alone for several years before she met Harrison. He somehow convinced her to marry him, but it barely lasted a year. He was always threatened by her love for my dad and acted like a child about it. During the divorce, he took her most prized possession out of spite. The guy’s a fucking asshole, and that’s why I have no interest in speaking to him. Ever.”

I don’t know how she did it, but Sophie got me to spill my guts in the middle of the diner where we’re having breakfast. She’s a great listener, and has been watching me with empathetic eyes while I talk about my dad, how much Mom and I miss him, and the farce that was her marriage to Harrison Ainsley.

“I’m so sorry, Jared,” she says, then her face tightens. “Next time he calls, I’ll be sure to tell him to fuck right off.”

One corner of my mouth turns up at her obvious anger. She’s fucking adorable, but I’m smart enough to know better than to say that out loud.

“What about your parents? Do they live nearby?” I ask, eager to change the subject before Harrison Ainsley ruins my day, yet again.

“No. They moved to Florida when they retired a few years back. A cute little town called Sweet Pea, if you can believe that.” She chuckles. “They live in a retirement community close to the beach and play pickleball and lawn bowling every day. I don’t get to visit as often as I’d like.”

Her smile fades, and I want nothing more than to make it reappear.

“If you ever want time off to go visit them, just ask. A weeks’ paid vacation was included in your new-hire package, but I can be flexible with it if you need more.”