Burning with Lust (The Vegas Men 1)

“Oh fucking hell, Jodi, you have no idea how sexy you are.”

I want to close the gap between us, to finally put an end to this game and consummate what we both so desperately want. But I need her to ask me. I want to hear her say it. I only breathe in while I wait for her to say something, almost as if I’ve completely forgotten how to act like a normal human being.

“Come here,” she whispers. “I want you to touch me.”

A guttural groan flies past my lips as Jodi pulls me under the waters of pleasure and I fall willingly. Quicksand bunches around my ankles and slowly creeps up my body as I move toward her. I’ve touched her before, teasing her everywhere, but this time it’ll lead somewhere that feels very different.

“Oh, Jodi.” My fingers claw at her hips while I lean in. She’s on fire. I can almost feel the tingles racing up her body. Or maybe they’re in my body—I’m not quite sure anymore. “You have no idea how long I’ve—”

I can’t finish my sentence. Her lips crash against mine, and she takes my breath away. She’s burning with lust, and that flows between us both as she darts her tongue into my mouth. I don’t know if I should be stopping this, but this isn’t about that. I can’t turn my back on something so wonderful.

She grabs onto my hand and slides it into her underwear. Her wetness circles around me, soaking my fingers in her desire, and I moan loudly again. “Oh, Jodi, you feel so fucking good.”

“All for you, Brock.” Her words run through me like a delicious river. “You make me feel like this.”

Those words head straight to my cock. Already hard, it itches to be freed from its material prison and to finally bury into her. All the days and nights I’ve spent thinking about her come to a head, and I lose control. I use my free hand to unbutton my trousers, to pull my thick length free. It pulses between my fingers, needing her.

“Oh fuck,” Jodi groans as she brushes her hand against me. “So big, so hard.”

She slides to her knees, blocking herself between me and the wall, and she blows a hot breath along my shaft. I shudder and emit a grunt so loud it could easily alert someone to break us free, but I honestly don’t care. Right now, I couldn’t stop even if the whole office came in to watch us. I’ve wanted this for far too long.

Jodi presses kisses up and down my eager cock for a few moments, and I plant my hands against the wall to hold myself upright. My eyes want to slide closed so I can lose my

self to the sensations, but I also want to see her. I want to watch her as she finally wraps those gorgeous plump lips around me.

“Oh my God.” She took me in, right to the back of her throat. “Jodi, that’s . . .”

She feels so good. The wet heat of her mouth covers me, and my head tilts back. She slides her mouth seductively up and down me, coaxing out the pleasure that’s waiting to explode. As her tongue drags up and down, circling me, licking me like a damn lollipop, I know I can’t keep it in for much longer.

But not like this. I can’t lose myself this way. I’ve wanted this for too long.

“Jodi, I . . . I need you,” I gush out. “I want to feel you. To be inside you.”

She doesn’t move right away. She sucks me for a couple of seconds longer, forcing me to tuck my hands underneath her armpits to pull her up to meet me. Our lips collide, and we kiss frantically while I yank the condom out of my pocket. I roll it over myself while Jodi kisses all over my throat.

As soon as I’m covered, she winks at me and turns around, poking her butt out to me. She wants me to take her from behind and, fuck me, she’s pure seduction. Butterflies don’t just flap in my stomach, they swim all around my body, even flapping inside my brain. I couldn’t think straight if I wanted to.

I rest my hands on top of Jodi’s on the bathroom wall and tease her entrance. She rolls back against me, wanting me so bad I can’t even tease her. I want to prolong this as much as I can, but she’s too much.

The drug is powerful. I need another deeper hit from Jodi.

As I push into her, we both yell with pleasure. Her walls clamp around me, dragging me in deeper, pulling my thrusts harder and faster. I slam into her over and over again until I’m on a steam train speeding down the pleasure tracks. I know it won’t be long until I’m there.

“Oh shit, Brock!”

Thankfully, Jodi gets there first. Her body shatters and crumbles around me. She bucks and trembles, the orgasm racing up and down her, rolling through her in waves. At one point, she tilts her head back toward me, showing me exactly how beautiful she is in the throes of pleasure. She’s like an angel, the devil, a temptress come to destroy me. The pleasure shoots from me much faster than it would if she were looking at me.

I could fall for her, I think at my most vulnerable moment. I could make her mine.

We break off, panting desperately, holding on to one another through the post-orgasmic bliss. I press my hand to her heart, feeling her thumping beats and her ragged breaths as she calms down with me.

She giggles in my arms. “That was a bit mad, wasn’t it? Should we have done that?”

“Probably not,” I admit. “But it felt incredible, didn’t it?”

She spins and presses her lips gently against mine before smiling. “Well, it doesn’t have to be weird now.”

“That’s true. It doesn’t. And I really hope it isn’t.”