With a deep calming breath my nimble fingers touch the buttons on his shirt, undoing each one slowly. His strong hands pull my body flush with his, sliding under my ass. He picks me up effortlessly and carries me to the door, fumbling with the key card.
I lean down to kiss him and he freezes.
“I don’t kiss,” he says.
“You’ve already kissed me,” I retort, dropping my legs so he has to let me down.
“On the lips, Macey. You can bet I’m going to kiss you everywhere else,” he says, cupping me between my legs. “But lips are off-limits.”
The fucker probably thinks I have herpes or something. “Fine by me.”
“Get undressed,” he barks, brushing past me. The sweet man that was outside is not the man in this room. I flip him off and follow him to his bedroom. The night sky is lit by the lights of Vegas, casting an electric glow throughout his room.
“Are you closing the blinds?”
“No.” He stalks toward me and I stand tall. His hands come around my shoulders and he reaches for the zipper of my dress. The slow and methodical pull heightens my already sensitive senses. Finn pulls my dress down, letting it pool on the floor.
My chest heaves as he stands there, watching . . . waiting. I take a cautious step forward and finish unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it from his pants. His shoulders are broad and tan, his pecs flex as he takes his shirt off.
I swallow hard and reach behind my back to unclasp my bra, letting my breasts free. He peers at me intently as his gaze lands on my chest.
“Last chance to back out, Macey.”
I shake my head slowly and reach for the button on his jeans. The button fly pulls away easily, exposing the valley of hair leading to his arousal.
“Commando?”
He shrugs. “It was the only way to torture myself. Since this afternoon in the club I’ve wanted you.”
Hungry lips are on my neck and across my shoulder, heading toward my breasts as he pulls me flush to his body and my hands push into his jeans. He wiggles and kicks his jeans away and picks me up, only to lay me gently onto his bed. The cold silk of his comforter cools my overheated skin.
“Your tits are fucking magnificent,” he says as he alternates between biting and sucking my nipples. Finn moves from one to the other and back again, switching between massaging with his hand and tongue. Spreading my legs, I beg him to settle between my legs and when he does I rock against him. The friction from our hips causes my panties to rub against my clit.
“Shit,” I pant, moving my hips against his. He must know what I want because his finger grazes my clit before slipping inside of me. I cry out, needing more from him.
Finn sits back on his knees and lets his eyes rake over my body. I cup my breasts, tweaking my nipples as he watches me. He smirks and strokes his dick a few times before leaning over to his bedside table.
“I’m going to fuck you first and then I’m going to worship your fucking body.”
For someone who wasn’t sure about sex, I have no problems pushing my panties down my legs and tossing them over his shoulder. Once he’s sheathed, he lines his cock up at my entrance.
“Last chance to back out because once we do this you’re mine for the rest of the week.”
“Just fuck me already.”
“With pleasure.”
10
Finn
I shield my eyes from the penetrating sun. I left my blinds open last night, not caring if anyone was wasting their precious time in Vegas by being a Peeping Tom and using binoculars to look into rooms. At best, they’d see shadows, but never our faces because of the reflective glass and honestly it’s a bit of a thrill knowing someone could be watching. If they were, they certainly got a show last night and early into this morning.
Hitting the switch near my bed, the blinds start to lower and darken the room and a quick glance at my clock shows me three digits. It’s easy to assume it’s well after noon and we’ve slept the day away. We needed it, though. Macey can fuck like a pro and that thought alone turns my stomach. What I’m doing is risky and while she says she’s not a whore, our marathon fuck fest is leaving doubt in my mind. In hindsight, the proposition was—and still is—stupid. I don’t have to pay for sex or pay for someone to be my date to any of the events that I have coming up, but seeing her in my casino sparked something and I can’t explain it. I don’t know if it’s because I knew her once or because we hooked up at a party, but the look of defeat and desperation in her eyes as she watched her chips being pulled away spurred me to do something. Now, for all I know, my dick could be rotting off . . . except she has the sweetest pussy I have ever tasted and the way she reacted to the simplest touches leads me to believe that she doesn’t sleep around.