Distraction (Club Destiny Book 8)

by Nicole Edwards

  He unbuckled his seat belt, then went over to the bar and poured himself more Sprite. It was more to give him something to do than anything. While he sipped it, he leaned against the counter and studied her.

  “Spread your legs for me, Sarah.”

  Her legs slowly separated as he allowed his gaze to rake over every glorious curve of her body. The gentle swell of her breasts, the smooth contours of her stomach. Although he’d liked her body immensely before, he still loved how she looked now. Sure, he would’ve preferred that she hadn’t felt the need to slim down, but that was her prerogative. She was still sexy as fuck.

  “Wider.”

  Her eyebrow shot up, a clear challenge in her eyes. He smiled at her, not moving from his position, wanting to make her burn for him.

  “You want my mouth on your pussy, Sarah?” he challenged.

  Her sharp inhale sounded above the muted roar of the engines. Dylan had to fight to keep from smiling.

  Her knees drifted farther apart.

  “Put your knees over the armrests,” he told her.

  It was obvious she was reaching her breaking point.

  Good thing he was a patient man. He could wait her out while he continued to push her out of her comfort zone.

  And he had a hell of a lot more pushing to do.

  SARAH’S SKIN WAS HOT, AND she knew she was blushing. With every command that came out of Dylan’s mouth, she burned hotter, brighter, her body taking over, driving out all rational thought. It no longer mattered that they were on an airplane, that there were people on board who could easily walk in on them should they choose. The way his eyes slowly raked over her skin made her pussy throb with anticipation, her body declaring that Dylan was in charge and she would do his bidding.

  She’d never known anything like this before, and she found she craved more. It made her think about Devotion, about all the things she’d seen in the few minutes she’d been there. The way people were uninhibited, chasing their desires.

  She wanted that.

  She wanted Dylan to provide that.

  Forcing a deep breath, Sarah propped her legs over the armrests, realizing how open it made her, how vulnerable. The thin lace of her panties did little to hide her from his hungry gaze.

  “Take off the bra,” he instructed.

  Oh, heavens. The man was going to make her go up in flames if he kept this up.

  With trembling fingers, she managed to free the clasp, pulling the thin straps from her arms and dropping it onto the floor.

  His hooded eyes remained locked on her, his voice lower when he spoke. “You slay me, Sarah. You bring out the dangerous side of me. So many things I want to do to you.”

  Yes! She wanted him to do all of those things and more, but she kept her thoughts to herself.

  She watched, her eyes wide, hands trembling as Dylan approached slowly. She could see the ripple of muscle beneath his T-shirt, his solid thighs beneath his jeans. He looked like a jungle predator ready to attack its prey.

  When he went to his knees directly in front of her, Sarah stopped breathing. She continued to watch him, his hands as they slowly glided over her bare legs, drifting higher, his thumbs caressing the insides of her thighs, moving closer to where she wanted him.

  When his hands stopped at her hips, she forced air into her lungs. And when he jerked her forward, she squealed in surprise. Dylan’s mouth lowered, his warm breath fanning her belly, moving south until he was hovering right over her lace-covered sex.

  Dylan’s teeth raked over her skin, the sheer fabric keeping him from coming in direct contact. She wanted to feel the warmth of his mouth, the rasp of his tongue, but she couldn’t form a sentence to tell him as much. Instead, she remained transfixed by the sight, mesmerized by her senses, everything coming together, a storm of sensual ecstasy brewing inside her.

  He shifted her panties to the side with one finger before his tongue darted out, sliding through her slit, caressing her labia, making her wetter than she thought possible. Sarah’s eyes rolled back into her head, her stomach muscles clenching from the overwhelming sensations battling her body. His mouth was hot, his tongue wicked with its intensity, the way he lapped at her, pressing firmly against her clit before sliding lower.

  He jerked her forward again, his dark brown eyes nearly black as he lowered his mouth even more.

  “Dylan…” The word escaped on a strangled breath. Electricity pulsed in her veins, shooting out in all directions as he feasted on her, driving her mad with need.

  He lifted his head slightly. “I could eat your pussy for hours. Just like this.”

  His mouth lowered again, her body vibrating, her heart rioting in her chest.

  “Touch your tits for me,” he ordered, his voice a deep, dark rumble in her ears.

  She did his bidding without thought, her hands cupping her sensitive breasts, her fingers pinching her nipples, need slamming into her as he continued to flick her with his tongue. Gone were all her body image issues, her modesty. Sarah had never imagined something like this, or how it would make her feel. Surprisingly, she wasn’t focused on hiding from him, or even how she looked in the bright overhead lights that seemed to spotlight her. The only thing that mattered was Dylan and the way he made her body burn.

  She needed to come, but she didn’t want to. Not yet. She wanted to be swallowed whole by the incredible feelings he bestowed upon her. Sarah didn’t want it to ever end.

  Dylan added his fingers to the mix. Sarah nearly shot up out of the chair when he pushed one deep inside her. He was diligently stroking her G-spot, obviously aware of just what she needed. When his thumb brushed against her anus, she stilled.

  “You ever been fucked here?”

  She shook her head, still staring at him, her body in an uproar.

  He teased her more, gently probing the sensitive flesh.

  “Will you let me take your ass, Sarah? Let me fuck you here?”

  She nodded, unable to stop herself. At this point, she would give Dylan anything he wanted. She was putty in his hands.

  “I will,” he declared, his tone dripping with assurance. “One day, I’m going to bury my cock in your ass, make you beg and plead for me to let you come.”

  Of that, she had no doubt.

  “Have you ever taken two men at the same time?”

  Sarah knew she should’ve been terrified by the idea of having two men touching her, let alone fucking her, but she wasn’t. She should’ve been disgusted that this man would want to share her with someone else. Again, she wasn’t bothered by it. In this moment, with him doing these deliciously taboo things to her body, she wanted everything he was willing to give her.

  “Pleasure,” he stated. “It’s all about your pleasure, Sarah.”

  She nodded, not even sure why she was.

  His breath fanned her slick pussy lips as he spoke, his words sending chills racing across her skin.

  “I like to watch,” he admitted. His eyes darkened even more. “I could never share all of you, Sarah, but your body… To watch as someone pleasured you, your eyes locked with mine… The thought makes my dick harder than I thought possible.”

  “Yes,” she whispered, her pussy clenching around the finger still lodged inside her.

  “Yes, what? You want that?”

  “Yes. Everything. I want everything you’ll give me, Dylan.”

  A growl vibrated from his chest, sending flames licking at her insides as he once again lowered his mouth, feasting on her. His finger began a rhythmic thrust and retreat inside her as he pierced her asshole with his thumb, his lips wrapping around her clit.

  Sarah couldn’t hold on any longer. Her body exploded, sensations slamming into her violently, making her cry out his name as she came harder than she’d ever come before.

  chapter SEVENTEEN

  SHARING HIS ULTIMATE FANTASY WITH Sarah had been a gamble, but the instant her eyes glazed over and she agreed, Dylan damn near came in his jeans. As much as he wanted to go on pretending the
re wasn’t a dirty, devious side to his sexuality, he couldn’t. He’d restrained himself for years and years, knowing that Meghan would never submit to his secret desires on an ongoing basis. Sure, she’d given in to him once or twice, back before they had children, but Dylan knew if he’d pressed for more, she would’ve thought he was perverted, probably even sick.

  But he wasn’t either of those things. Not to say that sharing a woman’s body was the norm, because it wasn’t. However, it certainly was far more common than a lot of people realized. It was the very reason there were clubs like Club Destiny, Devotion, and Devil’s Playground. Those places offered people the ability to explore their sexuality with like-minded, consenting adults. There was nothing wrong with it, as long as all parties involved were safe and agreeable.

  And yes, Dylan wanted to explore those more taboo aspects with this woman. What it was about her, he couldn’t put his finger on, but he was enjoying the fuck out of figuring her out.

  After pulling her panties down her legs and discarding them into the pile of clothes, Dylan forced himself to his feet, then picked Sarah up and carried her over to the couch, perching her on his lap while he kissed her, allowing her to come down from her orgasm. He couldn’t resist stroking her smooth skin, cupping her breast, all while he teased her tongue with his own. When she sighed into his mouth, grinding her ass against his crotch, he allowed himself to be more aggressive, pinching her nipples gently, nipping her lower lip.

  Damn, but this woman made him absolutely insane with lust.

  “I want to feel your pretty lips on my dick,” he whispered against her mouth. “To watch you suck me.”

  Sarah grinned and the gleam in her eyes made his dick twitch.

  “Can you do that for me, Sarah? Can you blow me right here?”

  She nodded and he reluctantly released her as she slid down to her knees in front of him. Not wanting to wait, Dylan unbuttoned his jeans and forced the denim down his legs while Sarah tugged his boots from his feet. When she pushed his shirt up, he realized she wanted him as naked as she was, so he quickly discarded it while she leaned in and teased the head of his dick with her warm breath.

  “Fuck, yes,” he hissed, placing his hands on the couch cushion, not wanting to reach for her yet. “Tease me, Sarah. Lick me.”

  He kept his eyes locked on her face as she wrapped her pretty pink lips around the head of his dick and sucked him, licking, laving, teasing as her eyes remained on his.

  She was so sweet. Tentative yet eager. The way her mouth wrapped around him, her tongue curling over his shaft…

  “Love your mouth,” he whispered encouragingly. “Perfect fucking mouth.”

  That seemed to spur her on, because she caressed his shaft with her tongue, driving him wild with the soft vibrations from her moans. She seemed as eager to suck him as he was for her to do it.

  Reaching between his legs, Dylan fisted his cock. “Lick my balls,” he instructed.

  Sarah’s head dipped lower and the warmth of her mouth assaulted his sensitive sac. Damn. A chill raced down his spine, and his stomach muscles tensed, exquisite sensations rocking him.

  He slowly stroked himself, not hard enough to push him over the edge, but enough to keep him hovering on the brink. When he knew he couldn’t handle much more, Dylan ordered her to stop.

  “Stand up,” he instructed.

  He assisted her to her feet as he got up. With his dick throbbing, desperate to be inside her, he urged her onto the couch.

  “On your hands and knees.”

  While she got into position, Dylan rolled a condom on, then moved in behind her, one knee on the cushion, one foot on the floor.

  “You ready for me, Sarah?”

  “More than ready.” She wiggled her butt toward him, making him smile.

  Drawing on the last of his self-control, Dylan lined up with her warm, smooth cunt, then pushed inside her. He was once again overwhelmed with sensation, consumed by the tight sheath of her body as he plunged in deep.

  “Oh, God!” Sarah reached forward and put her hand on the arm of the sofa as Dylan slammed into her. He pulled back, then thrust forward hard. He couldn’t help himself. He was staking his claim, taking what he wanted because he needed her with an intensity that scared the shit out of him.

  “Don’t want to hurt you,” he groaned through clenched teeth.

  It was a fucking wonder he had enough sense to realize that it was definitely a possibility.

  He wanted her that fucking badly.

  SARAH KNEW DYLAN WOULDN’T HURT her. Sure, she could feel the sheer power behind every thrust, but she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Deep down, the man was far too caring to cause physical pain, even if he feared he might.

  Pushing back against him, Sarah forced him deeper, loving the way he filled her, stretched her, brushing sensitive nerve endings. “You won’t hurt me, Dylan,” she said, shifting forward slightly, then back. “Fuck me.”

  Dylan groaned but slammed into her again and again. Every cell in her body was alive, every nerve tingling. She loved that he was losing control, that he couldn’t help himself.

  “God, Sarah… Fuck…” Dylan fucked her harder, deeper, faster.

  Sarah kept her elbow locked, trying not to let the power of his thrusts push her forward. It wasn’t easy, but holy crap, it was incredible. She’d never been fucked like this before.

  His fingertips dug into her hips, his cock plunging deeper every time. She was so close … too close.

  “Dylan!” Before she could say anything more, her orgasm ripped through her, stealing her breath as she held on for dear life.

  Seconds later, Dylan followed her over.

  When his arms banded around her, taking them both down to the cushions, she sighed. This thing between them was shocking in its intensity. Sure, she’d known the sex was good between them, but this went above and beyond good in every way imaginable.

  Two hours later, Dylan held her hand as he led her to the waiting limo. Their luggage was quickly placed in the trunk, and they were soon on their way to the hotel. She had no idea where Dylan had opted to stay, but it really didn’t matter. They were here and the trip was off to a fantastic start.

  Dylan leaned over, his mouth brushing her neck. “Is it bad that I want to strip you again and fuck you right here?”

  Sarah chuckled. “You’ve got more stamina than I gave you credit for.”

  “It’s you,” he whispered, reaching for her hand and placing it over the hard ridge of his erection pressing against his jeans. “You do this to me.”

  She liked that she did, but she could say the same about him. Every minute she was with him, Sarah felt the heat of her arousal throbbing deep in her core. It was a feeling she hadn’t felt in far too long; something she had sometimes feared would never return. Yet Dylan Thomas made her body burn. Between the smoldering gleam in his dark brown eyes and the sinful sound of his deep voice … Sarah knew resisting him was impossible.

  However, there was no sex in the limousine because they arrived at the hotel a few minutes later. A bellhop was instantly there to get their luggage while Dylan led Sarah inside to a private reservation desk. A few minutes later, they were heading up to their room.

  It was hard to believe she was in Las Vegas. It was true, she’d always wanted to go to see what all the fuss was about. It wasn’t that gambling was her thing, but sightseeing was. And to be able to see the beautiful Las Vegas strip at night… She couldn’t wait.

  At the very least, she knew this was going to be a memorable trip.

  chapter EIGHTEEN

  ONCE THEY MADE IT TO the hotel room, Dylan found he couldn’t sit still. Whether it was being confined to a relatively small albeit luxurious space with Sarah and wanting nothing more than to strip her naked and bury himself inside her again or if it was simply having been cooped up on an airplane for the past few hours, there was a restless energy coursing through him. Whatever the reason, he was in dire need of something to do.

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sp; “Are you hungry?” Sarah asked when she joined him in the living room after she had unpacked her suitcase.

  “I could eat,” he told her, his eyes raking up and down her body. She was still wearing her boots and jeans, and he couldn’t help but admire the way she filled out the denim. The woman had a body that wouldn’t quit. Of course, knowing what she was wearing beneath the denim did nothing to stop the lust from simmering hotly in his veins.

  “Good. First we eat, then we can go check out the sights.”

  “Works for me.” Pocketing his wallet, Dylan followed Sarah out into the hall. “We’ve got all night and tomorrow, too. We go to Devil’s Playground Saturday night.”

  “Devil’s Playground?” She smiled up at him. “That’s an interesting name. What is Trent going to name his club?”

  “Good question. He didn’t say.”

  “I’m sure it’s going to be something devious and sexy,” she stated, pushing the button for the elevator.

  “Probably.”

  “I do like the name of this hotel. It’s intriguing. Definitely makes me want to explore it.”

  Carnality. Yeah, he could see the intrigue in it. Especially in Sin City. The hotel décor suited the name. Everything from the carpeting to the elegant light fixtures up above was decked out in red, black, and chrome. It set the mood, erotic yet elegant. Dylan didn’t know Max Adorite personally, but he got the feeling those two words could be used to describe him. Well, if those two words could be used to describe a mobster.

  “Are you a gambler?” Sarah inquired once they were heading down to the lobby.

  “Not much, no.” With an addictive personality, Dylan knew that it would be too easy to go too far.

  “Me neither.”

  Dylan watched Sarah take in the sights and sounds of the casino floor as they wandered through rows of slot machines, past the gaming tables, beyond the coffee and dessert shops until they reached the café. It wasn’t quite lunchtime according to Vegas time, but since Dylan’s stomach was still on Texas time, that didn’t matter.