Dirty Vegas Nights (The Trifecta 2)

Trapped in him.

11

Axel

I keep ordering myself to stop staring at her tight ass as she moves into different poses. Her daughter is right next to me, but a man is only so strong. Emma’s shorts aren’t doing anything to cover her. And when she bends down and I see the crease of her ass cheeks peeking out, I know I’m fucked. I keep telling myself I can’t get hard with my brothers, and Felicity next to me, but even with those reminders it’s taking all my concentration to stop my erection from growing.

She’s gorgeous. Her blonde hair is piled in a bun on the top of her head, giving me full access to the curve of her neck. Her tank top barely contains her tits and I want to tell it to give up so I can take over. My hands itch to cup them before taking them to my mouth. My eyes travel up her long legs before settling firmly on her ass, and I don’t see myself moving from that sight for a long time.

“We moved from that position two poses ago,” Ben says, kicking me in the shin. Thankfully, he whispered to me so Felicity doesn’t hear him.

“I was just making sure I was completely stretched before moving on.”

Damien laughs before clearing his throat. Emma turns to check on us, her head cocks to the side when she notices I’m not in the same position as everyone else.

“Am I moving too fast for you, Axel?” Her question appears innocent, but the sparkle in her eyes added with the tiny upturn of the edge of her mouth shows it wasn’t innocent at all.

We’re not moving nearly fast enough. I want to do so much more with her than just a few kisses. Watching her contort her body in the different positions gives me insight into just how flexible she is. And now I want to have her stretched over me to test just how flexible she really is.

I groan, glancing over at Felicity who has no idea what’s going on between her mother and me. “I think I’ve had enough for today.”

Ben and Damien laugh as I get up, heading for the house. I need to get away from Emma and her tight ass.

I hear Emma say, she’s going to lead them through a cool down, and they will continue another time. In the kitchen, I down a bottle of water immediately reaching for another one, needing to do my own cool down.

“Are you ok? Ben was saying you were having a hard time paying attention. Was I not a good enough teacher?” Emma asks, coming up behind me. She puts her hand on my shoulder. Her other hand takes the bottle of water I’m holding.

I watch her take a drink, before setting it down on the counter and I’m completely engrossed in all of her movements. I can’t help but stiffen when she touches my bicep. And I try to remember to keep my hands to myself.

“Ben’s an asshole. You were awesome. In fact, I’ve had a lot of classes before but yours was amazing. The way you took us through the moves at a perfect pace was great.” I realize there isn’t anyone else talking or moving around the house. “Where is everyone?”

“Felicity asked if she could lead them through the cool down. I let her and thought I would check on you.”

Fuck, we’re alone.

I have zero willpower.

I turn, and Emma’s hand slides down my arm. The heat of her fingertips as they glide down my skin breaks any chance I have of keeping my hands to myself.

“As good of a teacher as you are, I have to admit, I was having a hard time paying attention.”

Emma’s eyes widen as I grasp the back of her neck, anchoring her lips to mine. This kiss is different from the other ones we’ve shared. This one is real. I don’t bother holding back.

I can’t.

She drove me crazy bending over, waving her ass in my face in the name of yoga. I need her to know just how badly I want her.

Emma surprises me by kissing me back. She bites my bottom lip and I squeeze her ass with my other hand.

Oh, I like this girl.

She tastes sweet with a twist of the scorching hot Vegas summer. The coolness from the water she just drank evaporates as we collide together. I want to bury myself into her until we both melt from the heat.

My other hand grabs the other side of her ass. She leaps into my arms, wrapping her legs around me, pushing into my erection, while groaning into my mouth. I spin us around because I need my hands for all the exploring I plan on doing. Emma arches into me when I set her on the counter, not wanting to break our connection.