What Happens In Vegas... Doesn't Always Stay There (5 page)

rod. His sharp intake of breath from her rubbing against him made her smile; at least she wasn’t

the only one fighting to keep control.

“I’m not going to be able to get this juice out of your hair if you keep teasing, baby.” His

hands began to massage the shampoo into her hair.

“Sorry.”

She wasn’t.

It felt incredible; he seemed to know just the right amount of pressure to soothe her

nervousness and increase her arousal. She never imagined having a man shampoo her hair could

be so arousing, but then again the feel of his cock pressing against her bottom was adding greatly to her need for him.

“I don’t think you are.” His lips were once more teasing her neck.

Closing her eyes she laid her head against his chest and savoured the waves of pleasure he

was sending through her. She heard a soft squirting sound and then came the feel of a washcloth

on her stomach. Lifting her hands over her head, she locked her hands behind his neck,

stretching up and back against him, granting him unrestricted access to explore her body with the sudsy cloth.

~*~*~*~*~

~ Dane ~

Taking things slow was becoming excruciatingly hard. All he needed to do was bend her

forward and her beautiful pink pussy would be exposed for him to take. It was taking every

ounce of strength within him to keep from doing just that. If Genevieve were some random

woman he’d picked up at a bar that’s exactly how this scenario would go down. Either that or

he’d have her on her knees worshipping his member with her mouth.

But he sensed her vulnerability and inexperience. And a part of him wanted to savour this

first experience with her. He usually never planned for a second time, but he knew there would

be with her. Hoped anyhow.

Dane slid the washcloth up her body until he reached her collarbone and then began to work

his way down. His caress of her breasts through the cloth rewarded him with a soft whimper. Her

nipples hardened to tight peaks as the coarse cloth caressed first one then the other.

“Oh, God. Ummm.” Genevieve lowered one hand from his neck and reached behind her

grasping his cock. Just the feel of her small, soft hand caressing him was putting him on edge.

He moved the cloth lower, slowly over her stomach scrubbing in tight, soft circles. Her body

moved and bucked against his hand and washcloth. Her soft moans became louder the closer he

got to the apex between her legs. He paused as his hand and cloth reached her mound.

“Please!” Her voice was a soft, seductive whisper and all the urging he needed. He dropped

the cloth to the shower floor and cupped her mound. Her hand tightened on his shaft and she

began to stroke him harder, faster, milking his cock with expert ease that he didn’t think she had in her.

“Oh fuck, Ginny. You’re driving me wild.” He parted her sweet, soft folds and swept two

fingers along her slit, pausing at her clit and swirling his index finger around it until she was moaning so loudly he was sure the people in the adjacent suite could hear her. The idea only

turned him on more.

Her hand moved faster on him, as he dipped two fingers into her needy core. She was so

damned tight, it made him wonder if she even had sex with her fiancé. The muscles in her pussy

clenched around his intruding fingers. Oh how good it would feel around his dick.

Genevieve’s hand was like heaven wrapped around him. If she kept it up he’d be putty in her

hands, embarrassing himself and disappointing her. Certainly not what he had envisioned for the

night with her.

He brushed his lips along the side of her swanlike neck until he reached her ear. “Turn

around.”

~*~*~*~*~

~ Genevieve ~

“Turn around,” his deep voice flowed over her like honey and her body quivered.

When he removed his fingers from her, she whimpered her protest. She was coming close

and she knew by the way his cock had swollen and throbbed in her hand that he was as well.

Why was he stopping it?

“Oh Dane. Why?” She turned in his arms and just as the question came from her lips, she was

hoisted onto his hips, carried to the corner of the stall and seated on the narrow ledge.

He slipped a hand into her locks and grasped the back of her head as his lips came crashing

down onto hers. His lips and tongue demanded her submission and she happily gave in to him,

enjoying the taste of beer on his lips.

“I need to taste you,” Dane groaned, removing his lips from hers and beginning to trail a

string of kisses down the side of her neck and along her collarbone.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as his head dipped down and his mouth captured her left

nipple, while his hand palmed her other breast. His tongue swirled her nipple and then nipped

gently, sending a jolt of pleasure through her to intensify the throbbing between her legs.

“Oh fuck, I need you! Please!”

She grasped his dick and began pumping him, hoping to entice him to relieve the growing

hunger within her. He groaned, releasing her nipple and looking up to meet her gaze. His blue

eyes had a feral hunger within them, so intense she nearly came just from the look.

“You’re incredible Ginny. Damn, so incredible!” He dropped to his knees between her legs.

Realizing what he intended to do, she attempted to close her legs. When he looked up at her

with questions in his eyes she couldn’t meet his gaze. He rose to his feet and grasped her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him.

“What’s wrong?”

God, this is embarrassing! How can I tell him
? She took in a deep breath and slowly released it.

“I’ve. I mean. I never…”

“You’ve never what?”

“Never had anyone do that before.”

His mouth slowly began to drop, his eyes taking on a look of disbelief. “Never?”

She shook her head. “Alex didn’t like –”

A low growl erupted from the back of his throat as he cut her off with his kiss on hers. “The

man was a fucking idiot. It’s time to show you what you’ve been missing.”

Genevieve gripped his shoulder as he crouched back down and forced her legs wide,

exposing her fully to him. His lips began at her knee and slowly made their way along her inner

thigh toward the apex between her legs. The wait for his lips to reach their destination was true agony.

“Oh dammit Dane. Please, please please!”

His hand cupped her mound and gently massaged her. She squirmed against his hand. His

fingers, his tongue, his cock; she didn’t care which he used, but she needed to be filled by him

any way he was willing to give it to her.

“Your begging sounds so good, baby.” He lifted his eyes to meet hers and a tremor rocked

through her body at the intensity of his stare.

“Please.” The ache between her legs was making her desperate, she’d do anything to find the

relief her body needed.

“Tell me what you want. Say it.”

“I want you to…” She swallowed down the lump forming in her throat; why couldn’t she say

it? Maybe because she’d never been asked to. Because Alex fucked her the way he wanted to

without much regard to what she liked and wanted.

“Tell me. I’ll give you anything you want.”

“I want your mouth on me. I want you fucking me with your tongue.”

A grin spread across his lips, satisfaction in his eyes. “Good girl.” He spread her pussy lips

and ran his tongue along the length of her slit.

“Oh my God!” Her fingernails dug into the tight muscles of his shoulder blades as he ran his

tongue along the length of her a second time. Oh, it felt so good. Who’d have thought his tongue

could feel so amazing?

She wanted to let her head fall back and enjoy the sensations, but watching him was too

arousing. It was no wonder men loved seeing women between their legs, it was so fucking erotic

that it was almost making her cum just watching and his tongue hadn’t even entered her yet.

He ran his tongue along her a third time, flicking her swollen nub with the tip until she cried

out and bucked against his mouth.

“Please, please, please. I need it. I need it so bad,” she cried out.

“Yes ma’am.” He probed at her entrance with the tip of his tongue, barely breaching her.

“Damn, you taste amazing,” he murmured before thrusting his tongue fully into her.

She cried out, bucking wildly against his mouth, thankful his rock hard body was keeping her

secure on the ledge. Her left hand left his shoulder to bury itself in his hair, pressing his mouth tighter to her.

“Close, so close.” Her entire body was trembling, as it prepared for release. Closing her eyes

she allowed her head to fall back against the cool wet tile behind her and savour the sensations

his skilled tongue was provoking within her.

He added the torment of his thumb, stroking her clit to the delicious torture of his tongue and

it became her undoing. She cried out loudly as her body trembled, her pussy tightened around his

intruding tongue and then released with a gush of her juices. But he wasn’t done with her. He

continued his torment, making her body erupt over him twice more, before allowing her the

luxury of coming down from her high.

She was panting hard, her chest heaving as Dane rose to his feet to stand before her. Opening

her eyes she stared up at him and her breath caught in her throat at the intensity of his stare. He wasn’t done with her, not by a long shot.

Chapter 5

~ Genevieve ~

Genevieve awoke with a huge smile on her face for a couple of reasons. First, she now

realized the sex hadn’t been mediocre with Alex, it had been horrible. And second, it had nothing to do with her inexperience and everything with his lack of creativity and passion in bed. They

simply hadn’t been right for each other and she realized he’d done her a huge favour leaving her

before the wedding. To quote Dane, he’d done her a solid.

“Dane,” she murmured his name as she reached beside her in bed, but came up empty.

Rubbing her eyes she sat up and looked around the room, coming up empty. She glanced at

the alarm clock beside her – it read 2:30pm.

Damn.
She would have been shocked to see how late in the afternoon it was had they not

spent well into the night taking and receiving pleasure from each other.

She was tempted to go back to sleep, but the sound of movement in the next room made her

change her mind. Wasn’t one of men’s favourite things a spontaneous blow job? Her smile

widened. Considering what he’d made her feel the previous night – over and over, and in several

rooms of the suite – she figured it was the least she could do.

Sliding from the bed, she raised her hands high above her head and stretched. The pull of her

muscles felt divine, helping to wake her from her sleepy state. She made her way across the

bedroom when it occurred to her she may have morning breath. Turning back, she scurried

across the room and into the room’s private bathroom to give her teeth a quick brush and freshen

up.

Once she was satisfied she was refreshed and presentable, she padded her way across the

bedroom and to the closed door. She was tempted to toss on his t-shirt over her naked body, but

dismissed the idea. She didn’t feel the shy awkwardness she was scared of feeling being in front

of him naked the previous night. She felt confident and secure with herself again and it felt

damned good. Maybe there was something with these one-night stands?

Opening the door, she wandered into the main room to come up empty. She found him in the

kitchen. He was leaned over the counter, his back to her, his laptop open and reading something

on the small glowing screen. He was wearing grey jogging pants that hung low on his hips, but

his torso was bare. The muscles in his back flexed as he shifted position. He was beautiful. How

she got so lucky to catch the eye of a man like him she didn’t know, but she sure as hell wasn’t

going to question it.

“Afternoon.” She crossed the room as he turned in the direction of her voice.

A peculiar expression crossed his handsome features as he spotted her. “Afternoon.”

Reaching him, she pressed her palm to his cheek and raised herself onto her tiptoes, claiming

his lips with hers. He was hesitant to respond, but her lips were insistent, her tongue tracing his lower lips, taunting him, urging him to respond.

She pressed her body flush against him, her naked breasts crushing against his vast expanse

of his chest. The contact seemed to be what he needed to spur into action. His hands wrapped

around her waist and pulled her groin tight to his. She moaned against his lips as his cock rapidly expanded against her stomach.

Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of his bottoms, she gave them a quick tug and pulled

them down over his hips and let them drop to the floor. His kiss felt different this afternoon,

more hesitant and reserved. She pulled her lips from his to look up into his eyes – they burned

with the fire she remembered from the previous evening. The heated look he was giving her

caused a stirring between her legs and a yearning to have him fill her again.

“As soon as I woke up all I could think about was sucking your beautiful cock.” She couldn’t

believe the words that were coming from her mouth, but he’d brought out something wild within

her last night that she didn’t want to give up, not yet anyhow.

“Ummm. Listen, I –” She covered his lips with hers once more, cutting him off. This time he