“Party girl, are you?”
“Not really.” Sierra never had been one to go out to the clubs, or take part in the trendy night life, but when she came to Vegas, all bets were off. It was about having a good time and going with the flow.
Luke leaned in closer, putting his mouth up against her ear, and Sierra held her breath. The heat of his breath sent a shiver over her, and the way his big, rough hand traveled up her thigh set her blood to boiling. She wasn’t sure how she was going to make it through the night if he continued to make her crazy with lust. Quite possibly that was his intention.
“You don’t know how bad I want to feel you wrapped around my cock. Watching you ride me hard and fast.”
Her womb spasmed. Spasmed! And she clenched her thighs together. Thankfully the noise was loud enough to drown out her sigh, or there would be people looking at her to see what was wrong. Sierra longed for the same thing, wanted to feel him inside her, though her fantasy was of his big body covering her… however, she was willing to compromise.
“I don’t know how long I can wait.”
His admission went straight to her heart, and Sierra found herself hoping against hope that she would never stop hearing those words. She looked deep into his eyes, trying to read him, trying to let him know just how much she wanted him. “I need you.” She whispered, and if he didn’t hear the words, he at least understood what she was saying.
Luke’s hand trailed further up her thigh, and Sierra glanced around to see if anyone was watching. They were tucked into a private table, with a miniscule amount of privacy, but not nearly enough for what Luke was doing. He slipped his hand between her thighs, parting her legs until he was able to use his finger to part her labia, another finger lightly caressing her clit. Sierra nearly lost it, the feeling was exquisite. Even if the atmosphere was all wrong the man was oh so right.
“Luke.” She couldn’t hold back the moan as she leaned against him, ducking her head into his shoulder where she felt his pulse beat in his neck and was able to breathe in the essence of the man. His scent was unique; something dark and forbidden, and tempting.
What was it about this man that made her lose touch with reality? Do things she only imagined doing, but never having the guts to?
“Do you ever touch yourself, Sierra?” Luke continued to torture her with one finger while his calm, smooth voice whispered in her ear. She could tell he was in no rush, but wondered how long they would go unnoticed in the crowded club.
“Yes.” She admitted easily, her body burning hotter as he forced one finger, then two, deep inside of her.
“How many men have you ever been with?”
The way he carried on the semi casual conversation nearly had her groaning, but somehow she managed to answer. “Including last night?”
“No.”
“Before last night, I’ve only ever been with one man. That man was my husband.”
She swore she felt Luke’s hand stop moving, but only for a second before he drove deeper, curling just right so he stroked the one spot he knew would send her into hyperspace.
“What else are you wearing under that dress?” Luke asked, his eyes focused on her.
She hesitated for only a second before she answered. “Nothing.”
Sierra wasn’t sure where Luke was going with all of the personal questions, but her body was on fire. Maybe it was the dress, or the way he was fingering her in public, or maybe it was the way he looked at her, as though she were completely naked sitting in the middle of an overly crowded nightclub.
“Show me.”
Was he serious? There were people around and feeling naked and being naked were two very different things.
Despite all of that, Luke’s deep, penetrating voice sent chills down her spine and made her shiver. He wanted her to show him that she wasn’t wearing anything under the dress. Right here. Right now. She hadn’t gone without her bra and panties intentionally, but the way the dress molded to her body wouldn’t allow for anything to be worn underneath without showing lines, so she opted to go without. Now she questioned her judgment.
“Now.” Luke insisted.
Sierra jerked at his tone, her pussy spasming around his finger as she nearly came from the gruff sound of his voice and the sensual intrusion. The smirk on his face told her that he knew exactly what he was doing to her. He knew what she wanted, and he was pushing her.
Fine. He probably thought she wouldn’t do it.
Taking in a deep fortifying breath, and wondering why the hell she didn’t have a drink, Sierra slowly slid the dress down over her breasts, the cool air making her nipples pucker.
“Beautiful.” He said, and Sierra felt his appreciation all the way to her toes.
Sierra lifted her bottom off of the seat an inch so that she could pull the clingy fabric further up her legs. A cool draft drifted between her thighs, the bare skin of her mound tingling from the sensation.
“Do you like putting on a show? Or just being told what to do?”
She wasn’t sure which it was, or whether it was a little of both. Giving it some thought, she finally answered him truthfully. “Both.”
Now sitting on display, her breasts bared completely while Luke’s hand continued its sensual assault, Sierra fought for breath. When Cole walked up, his eyes glossy with what appeared to be lust, Sierra thought she might just come. When he moved into the booth on the other side of her, shielding her even more from any unexpected, prying eyes, Sierra was hanging by a thread.
“I want to watch Cole lick your sweet pussy.”
“Right now?” She was struck with disbelief. It was one thing for him to finger her beneath the table, or even for her to bare her breasts in the darkened corner, but if Cole were to bury his face between her legs, they would surely attract some attention.
“Right now. Right here.” Luke confirmed. “Think you can handle it?”
No. “Yes.” She said, fierce determination replacing her sudden modesty.
Sierra glanced at Cole as he moved to situate her in the booth so that he could slide between her legs. He pushed her legs open wider, giving him full access to her dripping wet pussy right there in the booth. Luke maneuvered himself so that he was shielding them both from view. God she was going to come just sitting here, the anticipation was driving her crazy. The remembered feel of Cole’s tongue made her want to thrust forward, to force his mouth on her. Instead, she waited patiently as she met Luke’s intense stare.
“Put your mouth on her, Cole.” Luke instructed in that low, hedonistic tone of his, and then moved closer; still blocking them from anyone else’s wandering eyes. He didn’t touch her immediately, but she felt his gaze like a physical caress. “You are so damn beautiful.”
His words lit the flames inside of her while Cole’s mouth fanned them.
Sierra was suddenly awash in sensation, the cool air in the club caressing her exposed skin while the warmth of Cole’s talented mouth played over her, his tongue flicking back and forth over her sensitive clit. She wasn’t going to last, and whether it was due to the fact that Cole could play her body like a violin, or because she was practically naked in a public place with two of the sexiest men she had ever met, she didn’t know. Either way, her orgasm was building to a crescendo, and when it took her, she feared she wouldn’t survive it.
Luke bent his head, placing his lips on her puckered nipple, using the flat side of his tongue to tease, before sucking her fully into his mouth. At the same time, Cole drove his tongue deep inside of her while he used his thumb to press against her clit until her body exploded and she was unable to hold on.
When Sierra came, Luke covered her mouth with his, swallowing her cry of ecstasy, even though no one would have heard with all of the noise anyway. As her body loosened, her breathing returning to normal, Luke watched as Cole fixed her dress, covering her once again.
“Tell me, Sierra. Tell me what you want.” Luke coerced as she returned to a sitting position between both men, her face hot
from embarrassment.
“I want you.” She admitted. “I want you, Luke. Any way I can have you.”
Luke looked at her, and Sierra half expected him to lift her from the seat and carry her out of the club. Raw, passionate, hunger swirled in the brown and green hues, a promise of things to come.
She hadn’t even noticed the three drinks now sitting on the table, apparently Cole’s doing. A quick look at him and she saw the same passion in his eyes, but before he said anything, his mouth was on hers as Luke slid his hand up her thigh again. His hot, insistent tongue dueled with hers and Sierra tasted herself on his lips.
My God, they were in a public place, sitting in a booth that didn’t offer significant cover, and she’d already had one explosive orgasm while more than half naked mind you, and was now being groped by one man and playing tonsil hockey with the other. Surprisingly, she didn’t want to be anywhere else. Unless of course she was naked and they were taking her to places she’d never been before, preferably not in public.
Cole gripped the back of her head and held her close as he devoured her mouth, and Sierra couldn’t get enough of him. Despite the need, the urgency, his kiss was incredibly gentle. When they came up for air, he pressed his forehead against hers.
“I’ve waited all night to do that.” He said, running his finger down the long strands of her hair, brushing the outside curve of her breast and then teasing her nipple. So the man might be gentle, but he was in no way innocent.
Then Luke turned her head, palming the back of her neck as he locked his mouth to hers. Sierra knew she should worry what others would think about the woman in the red dress making out with two men at the same time, but she couldn’t come up with the urge to care. With Luke’s talented mouth kissing her like she had never been kissed before, both hungry and gentle, Sierra didn’t give a damn about anyone or anything except him.
“I would ask you to dance, but I fear I’ll strip you naked and fuck you right there on the dance floor, people be damned.” He said as he kissed her chin, then her jaw. “As much as I wanted this to be a night out, I don’t think I can take much more.”
Those were the words she longed to hear. As nice as the club was, as much of the Vegas vibe that flowed through the place, Sierra wanted nothing more than to go back to their hotel, or shit, even the limo so she could get her hands on this man.
“I’m ready when you are.” She said, and before she could take another breath, Luke was pulling her out from the booth, and she had to fight to fix her dress, not wanting to flash half the place as he led her and Cole down the stairs and back out through the main doors they’d come in only minutes ago.
Her only thought… she hadn’t even had a chance to have a drink.
Chapter Thirteen
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Luke felt like a teenager who was about to get laid for the first time. He had fully intended to merely tease Sierra, but when he had buried his finger deep inside her, finding her slick and warm, he hadn’t thought of anything more than making her come. Thinking about how she would feel wrapped tightly around his cock hadn’t fared well for him. Hell, if Cole hadn’t shown up when he did, the other man might have been looking for a ride home. Instead, Luke insisted on making Sierra come, but he couldn’t do it himself. Not yet. He wouldn’t have been able to bury his head between her legs and be satisfied with just that.
So, Cole had obediently licked her pussy until she came right in the club, and now the three of them were climbing back into the limo, heading back to their hotel. For Vegas standards, it was still early, just a little after midnight, but Luke didn’t give a shit. He’d gladly spend the remaining night hours buried deep inside of the woman who was sitting beside him now. He didn’t even have the strength to tease her, for fear he would come in his jeans long before he ever got them off.
Thankfully the drive back to the hotel was a short one, and once they arrived, the three of them exited like the limo was on fire.
Luke had to make a conscious effort to tip the driver, then to walk through the casino rather than run. He was holding Sierra’s hand while Cole held her other, and she was nearly running just to keep up with their long strides. He had to give her credit; she made walking in heels look like child’s play.
Once inside the elevator, Luke pressed her up against the wall, cameras be damned. For her sake, he didn’t use his hands, but he did crush his mouth to hers as she twined her fingers into his hair.
“Remember, there are cameras in here.” He warned her as she attempted to climb his body.
“At this point, I don’t mind an audience.” Her soft laugh made him smile. He liked that she was so hot, so responsive to his touch.
The elevator dinged, announcing their arrival at their floor and Luke allowed her to walk out in front of him so he could enjoy the view. Cole fell into step beside him, but on the way to Luke’s room, Cole stopped at his own.
“What are you doing?” Luke asked, clearly confused.
“Giving you some space.”
“If I wanted space, I would have fucking asked for it.” He told him, taking one step closer. “When I want to be with her alone, I’ll let you know.” Gripping the back of Cole’s neck, he brought his face close to the other man, his eyes raking over his near perfect features.
Cole had the ability to turn him on like no one he’d ever met before, until Sierra. And yes, he was more than a little confused about what it was he wanted, but tonight, his intentions were clear. He didn’t trust himself alone with Sierra. Not yet. His emotions were all over the place and being alone with her would likely result in him thinking something stupid.
Partly because she had him scared shitless of all that he might want from her.
Cole nodded his understanding, and they moved down to Luke’s door, where he ran the key card through the reader and pushed the door open hard enough to slam into the wall.
“I want you naked.” He ordered Sierra, crowding her against the wall as the door slammed shut behind them. “Fuck. Leave the boots on.”
Without finesse, Luke helped her to remove the dress, pulling it up and over her head – thank God for spandex. When she stood gloriously naked in nothing but those fuck me boots and a smile, Luke took a second to look his fill. Her skin was a creamy white, her long, glossy black hair a stark contrast against her pale skin. Her eyes sparkled like the clear blue waters of the ocean and were focused on him.
Luke pressed her into the wall as she tried to hurriedly unbutton his shirt. Apparently she was frustrated with the pace because she pulled and buttons went flying, and then her hands were on him. He started on his jeans, but she shoved his hands away, deftly undoing the button and then quickly and, bless her, gently eased the zipper down. Luke knew he couldn’t wait. He managed to push his jeans down over his hips and then he lifted Sierra, pressing her back into the wall, her legs wrapped around him as he thrust inside of her. Damn she was so fucking tight.
He held still for a moment, allowing her body to adjust to his size, but then she was wrapped around him completely, her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck and she was trying to impale herself on him.
“Slow baby.” He warned, knowing he wouldn’t last this first time.
“I don’t want slow.” She argued and then crushed her mouth to his. Sweet, erotic whimpers told him how much she needed him.
“Put your hands on my shoulders.” He told her, breaking the kiss and gripping her tighter.
When her hands were braced, he gripped her ass, holding her up as he rammed into her again and again.
“Luke!” She screamed his name, her body gripping him like a velvet vice and he had to grit his teeth to keep his head from exploding. Literally.
“Fuck, baby.” Luke growled, continuing to pound inside of her, unable to stop himself. He leaned forward, nipped her shoulder as she came around his cock. When her body stilled, he carried her over to the bed. He needed more room, better traction. Still buried deep inside of her delectable bo
dy, he followed her onto the bed, never unsheathing himself from her body, lifting her legs over his arms so he could get a better angle.
Angling as deep as he could, Luke slowed his thrusts, wanting to hang on a little bit longer. When he noticed Cole in his peripheral vision, standing beside the bed, his jeans unbuttoned, stroking his cock in a rhythm to match Luke’s thrusts, another thread loosened inside of him and he barely restrained himself. Sierra began moving; lifting her ass to meet his thrusts, and Luke couldn’t hang on. He pressed her into the mattress, bending her nearly in half as he pounded into her over and over, harder and faster.
“Fuck!” He growled, and he came with a fury, nearly falling on top of her as his body spasmed out of control.
Managing to roll off of her, he fell onto the bed, pulling her against him.
“Luke.” Cole’s voice broke the silence, and he managed to move his arm from over his eyes long enough to glare at the other man. The look on Cole’s face was not what he expected, and he glanced down, his eyes moving in the direction of Cole’s to see what the other man was referring to.
“Son of a fucking bitch!” Luke sprang up from the bed, unsure of what to do or where to go. “Mother fucker!”
“What’s wrong?” Sierra asked as she pulled a sheet over her nude body, concern and what resembled terror on her pretty face.
How the hell did he let that happen? Not one fucking time in all of his thirty nine years had he ever had sex without a fucking condom. Never.
He’d lost his control, lost all sense of what he was doing, who he was with. How could he not think about protecting her?
Cole stood firmly rooted in place in the middle of the room, staring at him with wide eyed confusion. He shot a look at Sierra and then back at Luke, never saying a word. The silence in the room was unnerving, and Luke had the sudden need to get away from them both, but an even stronger urge to keep them close.
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