by E Kay Sims
“You found your way to an invitation-only strip club in a fancy sports car, Mr. Barlow? You’re already on your way to the full Vegas experience. Let me take you the rest of the way.”
He pulled me up and around to face him. “On one condition…”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“You call me Gil.”
I flashed him my sexiest smile. “Okay, Gil.”
EVERETT
I
met up with Aurore and Shakti near the atrium waterfall and then made our way to TAO. Located in The Venetian, the Asian bistro and nightclub was world-renowned as a hangout for celebrities and as one of the hottest clubs in town. Aurore had to make reservations or we’d never have gotten a table. The place was high-end, crawling with high-dollar patrons.
“Well, this is cool!” Shakti shouted above the noise of electronic dance music as we made our way through the club after a fabulous three-course meal––Aurore’s treat.
“Yes, yes, it is,” I shouted back with a smile on my face. The neon lights flashed and lit our way through the crowds of people.
I felt the music vibrate through my entire body, and I couldn’t help but nod my head in time with the beat. I watched well-dressed men and women writhe on the dance floor enjoying themselves. The party atmosphere and vibe lifted my mood instantly from the disastrous morning of discovering Eric was a student in my class. The very same Eric that I’d spent an incredible night of passion with and the most phenomenal sex I’d ever experienced in my life.
Fuck my life! Why did I have such rotten luck lately? I’d never been in this predicament before. The first time I’d ever had a one-night stand and I mean ever–– I’m not that kind of girl–– and the guy ends up being one of my students! I only hoped Aurore didn’t suspect that I’d already spent the night with him.
Aurore led us onto the dance floor, and I let myself forget about this morning as the three of us started to dance, the wine from dinner had loosened our inhibitions. But I couldn’t get last night out of my head no matter how hard I tried. Instead, I found myself dancing sensuously, imagining Eric as he’d been last night—rock hard and huge, filling me and fulfilling me over and over. He’d ignited a fire within me that I hadn’t even known was there, ramping up my desire each time he took me. Goosebumps rose on my flesh and wetness pooled between my thighs just thinking about him. I still felt tenderness and slightly bruised in my most sensitive places. God, he’d been huge!
He’d left his mark on me, made me his woman, and before the night was over, I’d known I could never desire another man the way I wanted him. I also knew that I’d never see him again––or so I’d thought–– and maybe that had something to do with how easily I’d lost control with him. Then there he was sneaking into class late this morning. Dammit! I told myself I wouldn’t think about it anymore.
I looked up suddenly, feeling someone staring at me and holy shit! There he was, the object of my desire, dressed to the nines in an expensive suit and tie, looking like he’d just stepped off the cover of GQ magazine. Ice blue eyes swept me from head to toe, and I nearly stumbled into Shakti.
“Oh shit!” she exclaimed next to me. “Man on a mission.” She elbowed me and danced away with Aurore, both of them smirking.
There was no mistaking the savage look in his eyes. He devoured me in that moment with just the sweep of his gaze.
Regaining my composure, I turned away and continued to dance as if I hadn’t seen him.
In the next moment, I felt him behind me, the warmth of his body so familiar. His hand slid to my hip, and I nearly stumbled again at the delicious contact.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said in my ear, leaning down as his other hand found my hip, reigniting the fire between us.
Our bodies began to move as one in perfect time with the music. Maybe it was the wine, but I didn’t stop him, didn’t fight my attraction to him. There was no thinking, just feeling. It was as if we were one—sharing one mind, one body. Our connection was indescribable. We danced in an age-old rhythm effortlessly. His hands roamed up and down my sides, and I found my own reaching back to grip his hard, muscular thighs. His growing length pressed eagerly into the seam of my ass as my tight little black dress slowly rode up my thighs.
I’d had no idea where Aurore or Shakti had gone, nor did I care. What the hell has gotten into me?
I didn’t have a chance to figure it out because Eric had spun me around and lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and then he was kissing me like a man who’d been wandering in the desert for three days and had just found water. Our tongues met and danced a rhythm all their own, sending waves of pleasure to my core. My hands gripped his shoulders. My nipples pressed against his chest, straining against the thin silk of my bra. His fingers found their way to my hair, twining it around his wrist and then he jerked, tilting my head back, his lips leaving a hot trail down the side of my neck. I could stand no more.
“Take me out of here,” I whispered breathlessly as my fingers dug into his shoulders.
Our eyes had met. His were smoldering, and I knew they must match my own. Before I could change my mind, I’d said it again, “Take me out of here.”
He held me tight against him as my legs slid from his waist, then he eased me down the front of his body until my feet were firmly back on the dance floor.
“Are you sure?” His eyes were on fire, burning into mine with a passion I’d never seen on any man, or any person, for that matter. I wanted him right now. I don’t know if it was the wine––doubtful–– but I threw all caution to the wind and nodded my head in the affirmative, all thoughts of ethics flying right out of my head. I tried to justify my actions. Technically, we were lovers before I became his teacher, right?
He took my hand and expertly guided me out of the club. I could barely keep pace with his long, determined strides in my spiked high heels as he led me back toward The Palazzo.
We stood waiting for the elevator, my heart pounding in my chest. No time to think before the doors popped open and he ushered me into the empty car. He had me against the far wall the moment the doors closed and his mouth covered mine hungrily. My fingers slid through his short, cropped blond hair as my teeth nipped his lower lip. He nipped back, causing a laugh to escape my throat but he cut it short, covering my mouth with his own in a white-hot blaze of desire. His hands found my ass and pressed me firmly against him, his hardness pulsed against my flat belly. My body responded immediately, pulsing and trembling in anticipation of what was to come.
I was giddy and breathless as he led me to my room a few moments later, then he stood behind me in front of the door, his arms around me.
“Give me your keycard, Everett.” His deep voice vibrated through me.
I slipped my fingers into my bra and pulled out my keycard. It was stuck to my driver’s license, which I dropped on the floor with trembling fingers. I bent over to pick it up, which unintentionally pressed my ass against the thick bulge at the front of his pants.
“For God sake’s, woman! You’re going to make me take you right here in the hallway.” He gripped my hips hard against his erection and rotated his hips, groaning with pleasure.
I giggled and stood with my I.D. then swiped my keycard, opening the door. We stumbled into the room, and he had me in his arms before I heard the door click shut. His warm hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs grazed my nipples sending sparks down my spine as I leaned back into his broad chest. He was like a wall of steel behind me. My skin flushed, and my blood pounded in my ears as his lips found the sensitive skin of my neck just below my earlobe. The tip of his nose nuzzled the whorl of my ear as he took in a deep breath.
“God, you smell good enough to eat.” His teeth gently nipped at my flesh as his hands worked my dress down my body, exposing my hot skin to the coolness of the air-conditioned room.
My dress fell to my feet, and I kicked it to the side, glad to be free of it. One of his large, calloused hands slid down from
my ribcage in light butterfly caresses before they roamed over my belly, pausing for just a moment, building the anticipation. Ever so slowly, he slid his fingers toward the top of my lace thong. I felt his foot push between my high-heeled clad feet, further separating my thighs just before he cupped my sex. His middle finger slid down over my lace-covered entrance, hot and throbbing with desire for him. A moan escaped my parched throat as he teased me with his fingers. My hips wiggled against him, begging for more.
“I want you.” I breathed hard into the darkened room, aware of the texture of his shirt on the bare skin of my back.
He moaned in response, our bodies in constant movement, vying to get closer as if our lives depended on it. I heard the zipper of his pants slide down and felt him kick off his dress shoes.
He spun me around, eyes locked on mine, the only light in the room coming from the flashing lights on the Strip that could be seen through the thin sheers covering the large windows at the far end of the room. I’d forgotten to close the heavy drapes before leaving earlier tonight. His hands gripped my hips as he waltzed me deeper into the room. I felt the edge of the bed bump into the back of my knees.
“I’m going to fuck the daylights out of you,” he growled, digging his fingers into my flesh.
I simply nodded and slipped my hands to the buttons of his expensive dress shirt––he’d somehow already removed his tie and jacket. His hands moved to my back and deftly unhooked my bra. He slid the straps off my shoulders as I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. My breasts spilled out as he slid my bra the rest of the way off.
“Holy fuck!” He gripped my wrists and lifted my arms up wide, exposing my chest to him. His eyes dropped to my breasts, the taut nipples rosy even in the dim light. “This is all I’ve been thinking about since last night.” He tilted his head, and the next moment I felt his mouth cover my right nipple. “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured around my nipple, his tongue grazing the peak. My blood turned to lava in my veins, hot and viscous, making my knees weak.
He took both my wrists in one of his strong hands while his other hand came around to cup my lower back, supporting me. His hot tongue worked my nipple until the hard little tip burned with my raging desire, then he gave equal attention to the other one. Back and forth, he went working me into a frenzy. Bonelessly, I fell backward onto the bed, taking him with me. His mouth found mine as he shimmied his way out of his pants.
He gripped my wrists above my head even as he finished unbuttoning his shirt and finally, his bare chest was pressed against mine and his hips began to thrust against me. I felt the head of his erection through his tight, form-fitting underwear, pulsing and throbbing in a delicious maelstrom of heat, passion, and raging lust at my entrance. Finally, he let go of my wrists to shed his shirt, sliding off the bed to his knees between my legs. He slipped off the rest of his clothing, never once breaking eye contact.
“Hurry,” I begged. “I need you now.” I panted and my hips squirmed on the bed.
Naked before me, on his knees, he gripped my hips on either side with his strong hands. Ever so slowly, he lowered his mouth to the center of my thong. I felt his warm lips first, light as feathers just before I felt his hot, wet tongue through the thin lace, pressing against my clitoris. I nearly climaxed right then, crying out at the exquisite pleasure.
“Not yet, sweetness. I’ve only just begun.” He eased back, slipped his fingers into the straps of my thong, and slid them off my hips way too slow for my liking.
He helped me out of my thong but left my heels on so I lay naked before him, my hands roamed over my body, craving his touch.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he growled as he grabbed a condom from his pants pocket.
I sat up to help him. Taking the foil packet from him, I ripped it open, then gripped his massive shaft. I rolled on the condom as he groaned his delight, watching my every move. I slid my fingers up and down the hard, pulsing length of him. I cupped his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze before scooting back on the bed.
“I want you so bad, Eric. Please…” I lay back among the pillows and spread my legs in invitation.
He joined me on the bed, crawling on all fours toward me but stopped with his head inches from the juncture of my thighs. He let his gaze drop and then propped himself on one elbow, settling his broad shoulders between my thighs, gently shoving them wider. I felt myself throb, pulsing and clenching as I tried to hold back. I could come with just his eyes on me. Holy hell! I was that aroused.
“I’m going to make you come first, babe,” he breathed, lowering his lips to my belly. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and then I felt his tongue trail down my hot flesh. My stomach did flips as tension built deep down in the lower part of my pelvis. I was quickly losing control, and he still hadn’t touched me there.
The moment his lips made contact with the sensitive bundle of nerves, I let out a scream, no longer able to hold back. My body convulsed with my orgasm as Eric slid his tongue deep inside me, drawing out my pleasure. I dug my fingers into his scalp, pulling him closer. My hips writhed against him as he sucked, kissed, and licked until finally, the waves subsided.
And then as I lay limp and sated, he pulled himself up, gripped my thighs, and guided my legs around his waist. He touched the tip of his cock to my entrance, which sent me into another pulsing frenzy, then slammed home, drawing another scream from me.
“Oh, God! You feel so good.” My voice came out ragged.
He’d begun sliding in and out of me in long, slow, deep strokes, building my desire with each thrust. His rhythm became harder and faster, then I felt him bury himself to the hilt one last time as I found my release for the second time in less than fifteen minutes. I bit his shoulder, sinking my teeth into the hard muscle. He shuddered against me, shouting before he collapsed with his face buried in my neck.
I felt like a rag doll when he finally eased out of me and rolled to one side a few minutes later. He shifted his body and I heard something hit the wastebasket near the bed.
“God, that was incredible,” he murmured.
“Mmmm,” was all I could manage. I was still wearing my heels. The realization made me giggle.
“What? What’s so funny?” he asked, rolling to his side to face me.
“I still have my shoes on,” I said laughing. “I’ve never done that before.”
“And you look hot as hell, too, by the way.” He rolled back on top of me and one of his knees shoved my thighs apart.
He was hard as a rock already as he reached over the side of the bed and pulled another condom from his pants pocket. “One left, so we’ll have to make this time last.” He winked at me, wagging his brows as he ripped open the packet and deftly rolled it on.
In the next moment, he buried himself inside me in one swift movement, stealing my breath away.
Later, reality had started to set in, and I couldn’t believe I was lying there in Eric’s arms as he slept. He’d wrapped himself around me in my bed after we’d showered––my face flushed at what he’d done to me––hell, what I’d done to him in the shower. We hadn’t done much talking, if you could call it talking––yes, yes, like that, ooooohhhh, do it harder. Never in my life had I acted so brazen. What the hell was the matter with me?
I’d lost all inhibitions and allowed him to do things I’d never even dreamed of. I’d trusted him with my body. I must be crazy. He was practically a stranger, but I felt safer with him than I ever felt with Derek, my ex-fiancé and we’d been together for three years. But Derek wasn’t one of my students, for God’s sake! What had I been thinking?
Well, technically, Eric wasn’t my student that first night, at least then I hadn’t known he was going to be. But now, now, I had no excuse. I’d willingly fallen back into bed with him, knowing full well he was my student.
“Eric.” I nudged him, but he only tightened his arms around me and continued to sleep. The scruff on his chin lightly scraped my cheek.
I reached up and lightly touched
his well-defined jaw, then gently shook it. “Eric,” I tried again, my voice louder, “wake up, Eric.” I was a bit nervous about waking him up. What if he had another episode?
Fortunately, his lips curved in a satisfied smile––oh God, those dimples! His eyes remained closed and then he kissed my forehead.
“Hmmm?” he murmured against my forehead and slid one hand to my hip. “I’m out of condoms, you nympho.” He chuckled sleepily.
“You have to wake up now, Eric. You can’t stay.” I paused, wondering how to proceed. “I’m supposed to be your teacher, and this should never have happened.” I shoved out of his arms a little harder than I intended.
“Ow!” he yelped. “What the hell?” He rolled off the bed and to his feet quickly.
I watched him pull his pants on and throw on his shirt, not bothering to button it. “I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I never should’ve let this happen again. I don’t know what came over me…” My gaze met his.
“I get it,” he said, his voice gruff. “No fraternizing. Still doesn’t change the fact that we both wanted what happened here tonight––and last night.” He looked at me with those icy blue eyes. “I don’t do this,” he waved his arms emphatically between us, “one-night stands aren’t my thing, if that’s what you’re thinking––or two-night stands.” His expression changed, cutting off my next words.
“I’ll let myself out.” He scooped up his dress shoes, grabbed his tie, and jacket off the nearby chair and headed for the door, determination in his stride.
“Eric! Wait!” I bolted after him, oblivious to my nudity. He turned to gaze at me over his shoulder, those icy eyes raked my body where I stood. I wasn’t even embarrassed by the scars on my hip––I’d become that comfortable with him. “I’m sorry, please don’t go like this.” My voice sounded pathetic even to my ears.
He walked back to me, stopped within inches of our bodies touching. He was nearly a foot taller than my own five-foot-seven stature. I had to tilt my head way back to meet his gaze. “If things were different, if I wasn’t your instructor, this wouldn’t be a problem––”
