Tempting Grace (Vaughn)

“This is Vegas, baby, they’ll get you damn near anything for a price.” He winked. “Now, can we please talk about the rope later?”

His fingers came dangerously close to her mound again, but not close enough. Grace wanted to beg him to touch her pussy, to put her out of her misery. She wouldn’t, though, not this time. She was determined to make him plead a little for a change. Smoothing her fingertips over his muscular pecs and on down to his six-pack abs, Grace knew she’d never get enough of touching him. He was so big, so strong. She felt safe with him. As she came to the waistband of his black boxers, she laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

“I can’t believe you walked through the hotel in your underwear.”

“It was only the hall, no one saw.” He swatted her thigh and ordered, “Lift up so I can take them off. They’re becoming a nuisance.”

Who was she to say no? Grace lifted to her knees and let Jackson skim out of the only thing keeping

her from her goal. He tossed them to the end of the bed and pulled her down until his cock was aligned with her pussy. “Mmm, much better.” He started to move back and forth, rubbing against her swollen clit. She already wanted to feel him buried deep, but there was something else she craved even more.

She clenched her thighs tight. “Not so fast, big guy. I’m running this show, remember?”

He stopped and frowned up at her. “Just trying to move things along. You seem a bit slow this morning.”

“I haven’t had my coffee,” she whispered as she licked his chest. The flavor of his warm, male skin had her suddenly ravenous for more. She trailed kisses down his torso, tasting and licking as she went. She lifted off him and lay down between his legs, eye level with his cock. It was huge. Veins traveled the engorged length, and a drop of moisture dripped from the slit in his tip. She dipped her head and lapped it up, tasting his salty male essence. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this.”

She heard him emit a low growl in his chest, then his fingers grabbed handfuls of her hair. He pushed his hips upward and ordered, “Suck it, pet. Take me to heaven.”

Grace wrapped a fist around the thick base. Her fingers weren’t anywhere near touching. She opened her mouth and sucked the bulbous head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around once, twice, before teasing the tempting slit again. She heard him curse and push her head down a little more, as if determined to fill her mouth with his cock. Grace opened wider, eager to suck him deep, but she could only take in half of him before she started to gag.

At once Jackson pulled back. “You don’t have to, baby. It’s okay.”

Suddenly, Grace needed to please him. To show him she could match him, in bed and out. It seemed imperative to show him she was as capable of making him burn the same way he so easily sent fire licking through her veins. She let herself relax, enjoying his salty heat, licking and suckling the head. She opened again and sucked him in. His fingers flexed in her hair. His feral expression as she took another inch inside had shivers of awareness running down her spine. His jaw flexed as he watched her play with his cock, teasing and tasting. She pulled him out all the way and licked the entire length. He groaned, and his fingers tightened a little more, pulling almost painfully now. Grace took him deep again, this time swallowing his entire length.

“Fuck, yes,” he growled. “That’s the way. Swallow that cock, pet.”

Grace hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard. Jackson cursed and pulled her head backward. She released him with an audible pop. He wrapped his own hand around hers at the base of his cock and rubbed the head back and forth over her lips.

“I’ve imagined you like this. You have no idea how many times I jacked off in the shower thinking of your pretty blonde head buried between my legs, baby.”

Grace licked her lips, enjoying his sticky male fluid. She opened again, ready to suck him into her hungry mouth, but he held her away.

“Taste my balls. Let me watch you lick them, Gracie.”

Grace’s pussy flooded with liquid heat at the guttural words. As she dipped her head to the heavy sac beneath his rock hard length, Jackson hummed his approval. At the first swipe of her tongue his hips shot off the bed.

“Christ, yes.”

Grace thrilled at the notion that she could drive him so completely wild. It fueled her desire to bring Jackson pleasure. She’d never been that into the act of fellatio, but with Jackson it was almost better than having him buried inside of her. Almost.

She cupped his balls and sucked as much of the tender orbs into her mouth as she could, licking and teasing, before she released them and drew his cock to her mouth again. She brought his tip between her lips and flicked it with her tongue.

“Damn, baby, that’s enough,” he said as he urged her off him. “I’m too close to filling that hot little mouth with my come.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” she said softly.

He smiled at her and shook his head. “Soon, pet, but not now. Right now I have something else in mind.” He lifted to a seated position, grasped her around the waist and pulled her onto the mattress beside him. “Turn over, on your stomach.”

Grace didn’t need to be asked twice. She turned and stretched out, waiting for him to make his next move. When he left the bed, she swiveled around. “Where are you going?”

“Stay put,” he ordered as he leaned down and kissed the base of her spine. “I need supplies. I’ll be right back.”

He disappeared into the bathroom. Several seconds went by before he reappeared carrying a bottle. She knew that bottle. It was her hand lotion. Confused more than ever, she asked, “A massage?”

“No. Although I wouldn’t mind giving you a full body massage.” He waved the bottle in the air. “This is for lubricant. The best I could do on such short notice.”