What Happens in Vegas...After Dark (14 page)

She sucked his tongue, reveling in his taste. He wanted her so much she caught the flavor of his desire and it stoked hers.

His hands, which had been on either side of her waist on the wall, slid against her at last and she writhed at the energy of his touch.

He broke the kiss, breathing hard. She stared at him and licked her lips, wanting more.

She caught the intake of his breath at the sight.

“Look, this can’t be…I’m not looking for anything permanent here.” His hands stil roamed her waist and up and down the small of her back. “We should stop.”

Nell laughed. There was nothing else she could do with his cock pinning her to the wall like a butterfly in a case. Of course he wasn’t looking, but they’d found each other nonetheless.

She slid her hand down into his pants and grabbed his cock, squeezing just so. “Yeah?

So stop.” Letting go of him, she shoved him back and stayed leaning against the wall. If he thought he could walk away when Fate had other plans, he was wrong.

Still, a little incentive never hurt and she needed to come. Slowly, she inched the hem of her dress upward. He stood frozen, gaze rooted to her movements.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He sounded rusty, dazed even.

“Just go about your business. I’ll…mmmmm…close the door when I leave.” Widening her stance she petted over the front panel of her sheer panties and unsurprisingly, wetness greeted her.

William leaned against the edge of his desk, stunned by Nell’s behavior. Her long legs spread, dress around her waist, all he could see was her. Her creamy, pale skin. The contrast with the sheer black panties made him even harder.

And he was hard enough as it was while he watched her pull the panties down, leaving them around one ankle. Her cunt was bare and smooth so he could see the glisten of her honey on her labia.

What the hell was she up to? Need hobbled him. More than mere lust, something akin to craving coursed through him. He’d wanted women before, but he’d never felt as if he couldn’t draw a breath if he didn’t touch her.

“Show me, Nell. Spread your cunt and show me your clit.”

“I thought you wanted to stop.” Her bottom lip caught between her teeth a moment as her middle finger disappeared between the lips of her pussy. The scent of her arousal reached him like a punch.

“Are you teasing me?”

“No, I’m fingering my cunt so I can come. You made me this way so I have to finish.

Mmmm.” She arched her back and added another finger, apparently not caring he’d nearly swallowed his tongue. Her hips slowly rolled forward and then back again and her eyes slid partway closed.

Did she think she would come and walk away? And wasn’t that what he should want?

What he didn’t want was for her to come by her own hands. He wanted her orgasm, damn it.

Turning, he leaned and swept everything from the surface of his desk and when he faced her again, she’d pulled her fingers from her pussy and began to raise them to her mouth.

Nell knew she was playing with fire and she loved it. Loved the way his eyes had widened and then narrowed as she’d fingered herself. Loved the way he’d absently stroked over his cock through his pants as he’d watched her. And then that bit of violence as he’d cleared off the desk she hoped like hell he planned to fuck her on. Delicious.

Before she could tease him by licking her fingers, his hand wrapped around her wrist.

“No,” he rasped out. “That’s mine. For now, it’s mine and I’ll take it.”

Her entire body stretched taut as he drew her fingers into his mouth and sucked, slow but hard. His gaze remained locked with hers as he did it, as she felt the tug in her cunt.

His tongue was warm and wet as he licked between her fingers. All she could do was imagine him buried between her thighs, licking and sucking on her pussy and she couldn’t stop the groan from escaping her lips.

“You taste better than I imagined.”

“Oh.” Articulate, she knew. But how to respond to something like that?

He laughed as he reached out and grabbed her waist, spinning her and taking a few steps until he deposited her on the desk. Bare-assed.

“Shy now? Too late, I mean to have you.”

He dropped to his knees and pushed her thighs wide and without any preamble, shoved his face into her cunt and began to lick.

The breath whooshed from her lungs as he took a long lick from her gate to her clit.

She leaned back on her elbows, arching her spine, too turned on to be embarrassed about how she pressed her pussy into his face. He felt so good, his slight beard shadow rasped against the bare skin of her inner thighs, contrasting with the smoothness of his tongue.

Skillfully, he knew just how to drive her up and keep her there for a while, just hovering inches away from coming. But he didn’t tease, it was a seduction with his mouth and she gave over to it.

“More,” she whispered. A deep moan broke from her lips when he slid two fingers into her gate and pressed in and out. He focused his attention on her clit, steady with just the right amount of pressure.

Before long, she shuddered and stuttered a breath as climax sucked her in, pul ed her into a maelstrom of emotions, and all she had to save her was him. His presence there, a hand on one thigh, his mouth on her pussy.

It meant so much she had to close her eyes and will herself back under control. He wouldn’t understand it and she wasn’t in a position to explain. For the time being it’d have to be a quick fuck for her, too. Even if inside she was ready to explode.

Nell opened her eyes as he leaned against her body, reaching out to rifle through a drawer behind her head. He cursed a few times until he straightened with a triumphant cry. “Gotcha!”

He held a condom in his hand and she just barely held back a frown. Why did the man have condoms in his desk drawer? Did he fuck women on his desk just like this all the time? Was she so totally meaningless to him?

“During the Mardi Gras celebrations here at the Liege, the management sent out these huge baskets of swag. I just tossed a lot of the smaller stuff into a drawer and gave the good stuff to the girls. Glad I kept the condom.”

Oh. Well, then.

She levered up and had his pants unzipped and his cock out in a flash. She tried to move to take him into her mouth, but he held her in place with his body. “No. I need to fuck you. Now.”

Nell didn’t fail to see the way his hand shook a little as he rolled the condom on and hoped it meant he felt it, too. Whatever connection they had, whoever they were meant to be to one another.

William looked down, entranced by the way his cock disappeared into her cunt, by the way her body opened to admit him.

Christ, she was hot. Hot and beautiful and alluring. Addictive even. Her taste lived in him now, like it was meant to be there, and he knew he should be disconcerted by it, but he couldn’t find the place to feel it.

Instead all he felt was the velvet-inferno clasp of her inner walls as she adjusted around him. Until that moment he’d avoided looking her in the eyes, but once he did, she snared him and he couldn’t look away. Even as it felt like she saw straight to his very soul.

He thrust deep, aching to bury himself in her as completely as he could and not knowing why. Over and over he pistoned into her cunt, wishing the complicated bodice of that sexy dress she wore could open so he could see her breasts bounce with the movement.

Next time. Next time he’d peel every article of clothing off. Take his time as he tasted every bit of her beautiful body from her toes to the top of her head.

Christ, where did that come from? No next time! There shouldn’t even be a this time, but he’d be damned if he hadn’t taken her when she’d stood, her fingers buried in her cunt, begging him to.

What sane man could turn down this woman beneath him? Her green eyes, pleasure-blurred as she looked up at him, into him.

She wrapped her long legs around him, holding him close, keeping his thrusts as deep as he needed. William was glad they were in accord on that issue.

She writhed, her back against the cool, hard surface of the desk as he loomed over her.

His handsome, elegant face morphed into a mask of savage, feral sexuality and she loved it. Wanted more. Loved knowing she brought that change.

He fucked into her body with hard, deep thrusts, delighting her. Many men didn’t fuck that hard, or if they did, they lacked the finesse to give that little rotation of the hips he gave on each forward thrust so his pubic bone crushed into her clit over and over.

“Finger your clit. Make yourself come, Nell. I got impatient before, but I want it now.”

Nell watched, fascinated, as a bead of sweat rolled down his temple, even as she brought her fingers to her mouth, wetting them before she took them to her clit.

Their gasps were in unison as she made that first contact, felt her inner muscles contract around his cock.

His eyes were beautiful and filled with so many things. Pain. Fear. Lust. Amusement.

Arrogance. All Nell could hope was that the latter were due to her, but not the former.

She didn’t want to make him afraid, she wanted to make him want to take chances and leap even when he’d only known her a few days.

Her system responded, nerves quickening as her pleasure built. “Harder.”

He cursed, but kept his pace.

“Don’t hold back. Harder.” She didn’t want his control. Wanted him to stop hiding behind it, wanted to see him crack and show how much she affected him.

With a moan laced with surrender, he pulled nearly al the way out and plunged in again, moving her body up and pulling her back down as he retreated. Bright spots of pleasure burst against her momentarily closed eyelids. Over and over he drove into her body, hard and fast, his control ribboned away. When she opened her eyes again he’d let his head fall back.

The wal holding her climax back fel and it fil ed her, coursing through her system until she knew nothing but that exquisite contact made from cock to cunt and her soul to his.

She breathed him in as he groaned and came, leaning over her, his mouth next to her ear.

Not caring what he thought, she gave in to temptation and licked up the line of his neck from the collar of his shirt. Salty, warm, a bit spicy. Oh, sweet heaven, she was a total goner.

Once he got his breath back, he straightened and moved to get rid of the condom. He really would have to send a thank-you for that swag basket. As he looked everywhere but at her, he noted his office was a mess, the items from his desk scattered all over the floor.

He didn’t say anything as he cleaned up a bit and got himself in order and she did the same. She primped her hair, but not with the sense of ease the other women he usually dealt with did. Her dressed-up act was total bullshit, a costume to put on and play pretend. Part of him was relieved. He liked her more natural and at ease, but another part was turned on that she was playing a game. Role-playing. He did so very enjoy it, and not in the naughty-secretary sense. In the sense that role-play, even just to pretend you don’t know your girlfriend, pick her up in a bar and fuck her in the parking lot in the car, was hot and it kept a sense of fun in a relationship.

Of course, relationships and girlfriends were something he didn’t allow himself and didn’t miss. And the woman now pulling her dress back down over her newly restored pantied ass was a nice, quick fuck and that was that.

“While I’m thankful for the enjoyable interlude, I already told you I’d assist you if I remembered those names.” He smiled arrogantly. He needed to keep her at arm’s length.

She merely returned the smile, but hers was…well, serene. Serene? He’d just eaten her pussy on his desk and fucked her senseless and she looked like that? Even as the scent of sex hung between them, beating at him, she calmly grabbed her little sparkly bag and headed for the door.

“I’ll be in touch before I leave Las Vegas.”

Speechless, he watched as she left.

Nell wanted to laugh out loud when she noted the look of shock on his face when she didn’t rise to his little jab. Amateur. Oh, he was scared because he’d felt it, too, the depth of this thing between them.

His sort of grumpy behavior after he’d given her so much pleasure and had clearly taken his share, as wel , sort of amused her. Dear God, she may have even been charmed by it.

It was probably love, then, since in any other situation if a man had said that he’d be spitting out his teeth.

Galen saw her approach and snorted. “Well, I guess I don’t have to ask how your meeting with him went. He’s standing in his doorway looking at you, by the way.”

“He’s a tool. Come on, let’s roll.”

Galen put an arm around her shoulder and walked out with her. “You all right? Do I need to beat him up for you?”

“He’s meant for me, Galen,” she said quietly once they’d left the noise of the club. “I know it. He feels it, but he’s scared.”

Galen paused and then took a deep breath. He touched her face briefly, smiling. “Ah, darlin’, I wish this moment could be easy for you. You’re going to have to take some stick while he figures it out. That’s going to suck. Humans, Christ. You couldn’t get some nice male witch?”

She laughed. “Fate, you can’t fight her or she’ll kick your ass. He’s—” she paused with a shrug “—it. But yes, he’s trying to push me away with his reactions. It won’t work and frankly, he’s the one who’s going to come for me in the end.”

Galen wrinkled his nose. “Too much info there, Nel .”

She tsked. “Shaddup! You know what I mean. To my door, to me. Perv.”

“I expect you’ll take a few knocks between now and then. He’s not going to accept it the same way we do. But he’ll come around. How could he not? You’re wonderful. And if he doesn’t, I’ll kill him.”

She grinned and hugged him briefly. “You’re so awesome. Come on, let’s get some sleep, shall we?”

H e tried not to watch her with that other guy after she’d walked out. But he’d not only stood in his doorway, he’d followed and taken in their easy interchange in the area outside the front doors.