She sat there for a moment, pausing, giving him a chance to admire her breasts. The tips were hard and puffy, ready to be sucked. She pressed her hands on the sheets behind her and arched her back, giving him a better view and emphasizing the sleek line of her body, down to her hips.
“Does this tempt you?” she asked. Her knees separated just a few inches. “Or maybe this?”
Chapter Four
Dear Diary,
Men are so easy.
Cain stared at the beautiful naked woman sitting on the bed, seducing him with teasing glimpses of her pussy.
“Tempted yet?”
He nodded, his cock pressing against the open flap of his jeans.
Her eyes twinkled and she rolled over onto her stomach, bending her knees and crossing her feet at the ankles. The pose hid most of her body, just leaving that round ass visible, but it was the look of lust in her eyes that held his attention.
As he watched, she dropped her head forward, letting her hair cover her face. Her arms shielded the sight of her breast. But the sensual curve of her ass was pure temptation and he started moving toward the bed.
Heather glanced over her shoulder and smiled. “So, that’s all it takes?”
Cain shrugged and grinned. “What can I say? I’m an ass man.”
“So I should stay like this?” She waved her feet around, those sexy red heels swaying back and forth.
Cain knelt down on the mattress and grabbed her ankles, holding her feet still. “Let’s get rid of these weapons of mass destruction.” He pulled off the red shoes and dropped them over the edge.
“You don’t like them?”
“I love them.” He ran his fingers up the smooth back of her thigh. “But I don’t want to be impaled.”
She smiled and relaxed down on the bed, clutching the pillow beneath her head, tilting her face toward him. Her eyes drifted shut as he continued to stroke her skin. He kept his touches light, not quite enough to lull her into sleep but wanting her relaxed, indulging in all her senses.
He brushed his fingers over her upper legs and ass, stopping to mold his hand to the curve. Her smile widened as he gave her cheek a little squeeze. He didn’t stop, just continued trailing his fingers across her thighs, occasionally detouring between her legs, every stroke bringing him closer to her heat.
She squirmed and shifted, giving him a bit more space, more access, tipping her hips back as if encouraging him to touch her pussy. Cain smiled but didn’t go there. Not yet.
But soon touching wasn’t enough. He leaned forward and kissed the small of her back, flicking his tongue out to taste. A soft sound escaped her lips and Cain smiled, knowing he had her full attention once again. He licked the same spot and savored the shiver he felt moving through her body. Keeping his mouth on her lower back, he eased his hand between her thighs, higher, teasing her pussy lips. The scent of her arousal surrounded him and he groaned, wanting that perfume on his skin.
But the pressure of his cock was too much to ignore.
Annoyed when he realized he was still mostly dressed, he slid off the bed and shoved his jeans off, kicking them away and pulling off his ruined shirt.
He started to crawl back on the bed and stopped.
“Damn. Do you have any condoms?”
For a moment she didn’t move and Cain felt that hesitation in his gut. Damn, maybe he could—
Her head came up. “Yes. In my purse.” She didn’t get up but she pointed to the monster gold bag sitting on the floor. “It’s in the inside—”
Cain shook his head. “I’m not digging in that bag.” He walked over, picked it up and carried it back. He plopped it on the bed and crawled onto the mattress, straddling her thighs and leaning forward so his cock slipped into the space between her legs. Heat poured from her pussy and made his dick even harder. “I might lose a hand. Who knows what a woman carries in a purse like that?”
She rolled her eyes, pushed herself up on her elbows and dug into the purse. Every wiggle brushed her ass against his cock—keeping his dick hard despite the break in the mood.
He didn’t think it would take much to get them back to the “hot and sweaty” stage once the practical aspects had been taken care of. Besides it revealed a lot about a woman how she dealt with condoms and safe sex. Heather didn’t seem bothered by the whole thing.
He bent down and kissed her shoulder, nudging his cock a little higher, encouraging her to move faster.
“Oh crap.”
He tensed, his cock starting to wilt. No condom meant no sex. Trying to be a gentleman, he eased back, lifting his hips and pulling his cock from the seductive heat.
“No?”
“Oh no. I have the condom, but I left my business card holder in the security office.”
Relief surged through Cain’s body.
“Is that all?”
Her eyes squinted down and she glared at him over her shoulder. “My mother gave it to me and I don’t want to lose it.”
“Don’t worry. Pax will take good care of it. I’ve never met a more trustworthy guy in my life.”
“You sure?” She sounded suspicious but she also rolled her ass up a bit, like she was missing his heat.
“I’m sure. I’ll see him in the morning and make sure he puts it in a safe place for you.”
She sighed. “Okay, I guess we can get back to what we were doing. Wait? What were we doing?”
Cain leaned forward and once again inserted his cock into the narrow space between her thighs, this time he pumped up and down, rubbing his shaft across her pussy lips without entering her.
She giggled and arched her back.
“Oh, that’s right.” She grabbed the handle of the purse and dropped the bag over the side of the bed. Then she flicked her hand toward him, the condom wedged between two fingers. “Last one.” He snatched the packet from her hand. She dropped her head onto the pillow and closed her eyes. “Make it count,” she said.
Cain knelt there for a moment, not sure he’d heard her right but with the smug smile on her face, there was no denying it.
“Smart ass.”
“But I thought you were an ass man?” she drawled, still not opening her eyes.
He smacked his open hand across her butt cheek and watched her flinch. But she stayed still—calm, almost ignoring him. Except he could see her watching from beneath her lashes.
Keeping their one remaining condom close at hand, Cain slipped his hands beneath her hips and lifted. She moved with him, but she moaned dramatically as if he was disturbing her. He might have been concerned if he hadn’t felt the way she arched into his touch.
“That’s it. I want to feel this ass against me when I fuck you.” He moved over her, easing his cock between her legs. The liquid heat from her pussy coated his cock before he’d even tried to put it inside her. “Nice.” He slid back, bending down and flicking his tongue out and lapping at her wet pussy.
She gasped and her back arched. Now he had her attention. He gave another little lick then straightened, grabbing the condom and tearing the packet open.
She looked back at him. “Is that it?”
He grinned, barely looking up as he rolled the latex sheath onto his shaft. “Pushy.”
“Just wondering if this is all the foreplay I can normally expect,” she drawled, not that she expected to sleep with him again. But she wasn’t opposed to the idea. This was fun. The taunting and teasing and damn, when he actually got inside her—her pussy clenched at the memory from earlier.
The truth was, the whole evening had been foreplay, keeping her aroused with his wicked smile and light caresses. Still, she didn’t want him to think she was always going to be this easy—assuming she did sleep with him again.
Cain leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “I can feel how hot you are, sweet.” He brushed his lips over her shoulder, his hands drifting down her back, light caresses that tempted and intrigued her at the same time.
He rose high on his knees and the head of
Her back arched and she pressed back, pushing a little more of his shaft into her passage.
“That’s it, sweet. Show me that you want my cock.”
She clutched the pillow and tried to crush the whimper that threatened as he thrust deeper. He was already too arrogant. She didn’t need to—
“Oh God!” The words escaped without her control as he drove his cock the rest of the way into her pussy.
His shout blended with hers and Heather forgot all about keeping him humble. She just wanted to be fucked. She rocked back, grinding her ass into his groin, loving the way his long cock filled her. Cain groaned and his hands tightened on her hips.
“Careful, sweet Heather. I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.”
She pumped her hips back, fucking herself on his cock. “I don’t need you to last long. Now fuck me.”
He laughed and started to pull out. For a moment, she thought he might leave or continue to tease her, but the slow retreat was followed by another hard, deep thrust, filling her in one delicious stroke.
“Ahhh!”
“Oh yeah.”
He pounded into her and she knew he was leaving bruises on her hips but damn, she didn’t care. It felt so good. His long shaft drilled her over and over again. Every nerve tingled, her pussy on the verge of coming. From Cain’s frantic thrusts, she could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer but her orgasm stayed frustratingly out of reach.
Maybe I’ll just fake it, she thought. After all, what he’d done felt really, really good. Just because she couldn’t come like this didn’t mean he should—
As the thought filled her mind, he released her right hip and slipped a hand between her legs, one finger gently stroking her sensitive clit.
“Come for me, sweet. Let me feel—”
The delicate caress did it and delicious shock waves went through her pussy, spreading out to the rest of her body. Her high-pitched squeal surprised her and she heard Cain chuckle. The faint laughter didn’t stop him from thrusting into her again. His hand fell away from her pussy and grabbed her hip once again. He filled her one more time, then held himself inside her. The heat from his cock triggered another little surge of pleasure into her core.
She didn’t know how long they stayed in that position, her arms braced against the mattress. She would have let herself fall but that would have pulled Cain’s cock out of her, and she wanted to feel him for a few more minutes.
His breath washed across her shoulders, interrupted by hot kisses and soft strokes of his tongue.
Finally with a groan, he pushed back. His cock, now soft, slipped out of her passage. But Cain didn’t leave just yet. He whispered kisses down her spine, easing back. His hands guided her to the mattress and she finally released the tension in her muscles with a sigh.
Cain chuckled and she couldn’t stop her own grin. Cain laughed a lot. Didn’t take much seriously. She appreciated that in a lover.
The mattress lifted as he got out of bed and went into the bathroom. She heard the door shut and let her eyes close for a moment.
It didn’t take long for her mind to come awake with all the tensions that came with having a new lover. Would he want to stay? Did she want him to stay? She sure as hell didn’t want him to run for the door but—
The water ran in the sink and seconds later, the bathroom door opened. Cain came back to the side of the bed.
“Mind if I snuggle in for a bit?” he asked.
Heather smiled and shook her head. It was perfect. He wasn’t expecting to stay the whole night but he wasn’t racing out before his hands were dry. He went back to the front door, killed the overhead light, the light from the bathroom giving him enough illumination to see.
He stretched out on the mattress beside her and grabbed the thin sheet shoved to the bottom of the bed, pulling it up and over them both before he cuddled up against her. He shifted, turning her back to his front, his hand sliding down her hip and snugging her ass against his groin.
Strength and warmth surrounded her and Heather’s eyes started to close once again.
“So…did I?” Cain whispered against her shoulder.
She opened her eyes. “Did you wha…?” She giggled. “Yes, you definitely made it count.”
* * * * *
Heather lifted Cain’s arm from around her waist and climbed out of the bed. Unable to stop the wide grin on her lips, she looked down at the gorgeous man sleeping. The sheet had pulled down, revealing the round curves of his luscious ass. A flutter went through her core as the memory filled her brain—her heels on his ass, pulling him deeper. His dark eyes glowing into hers as he fucked her against the wall.
She slapped her hand across her mouth hoping to silence the groan that threatened. Her pussy heated but she backed away. He’d ended up staying the night after all and damn, but he looked good against her sheets. She’d let him sleep for a bit longer.
She already had plans for the start of her day—a shower. A real shower. Without the dress.
She could barely contain her excitement and ran into the bathroom, taking care of her morning business before she turned on the water, hot and hard. She grinned. Just like the man in your bed.
Giggling, she stepped into the shower and let the spray pummel her skin. She moaned, savoring every sharp sting against her breasts. Her nerves tingled. She dropped her head back. The water poured through her hair, weighing it down. She’d need heavy-duty conditioner after the way Cain had gripped it, pulling on the long curls, twisting them in his hands as he held her against the wall, pounded into her.
She moaned and closed her eyes, her fingers brushing across her sensitive nipples.
“Well, whatever you’re thinking—”
Her eyes popped open and she met Cain’s gaze.
“I hope I’m a part of it.”
She pursed her lips and shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” He climbed into the tub, his tan skin highlighting those beautiful muscles. He leaned in close, placing a quick kiss on her lips. “What does it take to become a part of your fantasies?”
“You want to make the list?”
“Hell yeah.”
She smiled, happiness welling up inside her. It was supposed to be a one-night stand but he didn’t seem inclined to rush out. And she didn’t want him to go.
She had five more nights in Vegas. She definitely wouldn’t mind a repeat with Cain.
He pressed against her, his body almost as hot as the shower. Wicked, strong hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer as he palmed her breasts. Delicious tingles zipped from her nipples to her pussy. His cock pressed against her ass, reminding her of how good he felt inside her.
She squirmed, loving the low groan that erupted from his throat.
“Damn, honey, I don’t have another condom. Do you?”
She shook her head. The one she’d found in her purse last night had been it.
“Room service?”
His head popped up. “Room service?”
“Surely they deliver.”
He chuckled. “I am not asking the people in room service to bring up some condoms. I have to work with these guys.”
She turned in Cain’s embrace, draping her arm over his shoulder. “What about that sexy security guard?”
“Paxson?”
She nodded.
“You think he’s sexy, huh?” Cain growled the words but she could see the laughter, and maybe a little lust, in his eyes.
“Uh-huh. Big, strong guy.” The image of the sexy security man filled her brain and the heat in her pussy swelled. She tried to shake the picture loose—after all, she already had one sexy man in her shower, why would she fantasize about another? But then she looked again into Cain’s gaze. He wasn’t irritated by her words. Dang if he wasn’t interested. She pressed closer, her eyes locking on Cain’s, fascinated by the pure hunger in his gaze. “Looks like he could break you in half if he wanted to.”
“He could,” Cain admitted.
She pushed her breasts against his chest, savoring the delicious sparks beneath her skin as her nipples brushed his hot skin.
“But he blushed so sweetly when I stood there. Naked, except for my pair of scarlet panties.” It sounded so much sexier than plain old “red”.
The light in Cain’s eyes flared and he spun her around, putting her back against the wall, leaning in, his cock sliding between her legs. He slipped one hand beneath her leg and pulled her knee up, opening her thighs. The long line of his shaft slid across her pussy lips, not entering her, just warming her.
“So, which one of us inspired all this delicious heat?” he asked, pumping his cock along the same path, teasing her clit with a slow stroke. Shivers raced across her skin. He leaned down and pressed a hot kiss on her neck. “Tell me, sweet. Which one of us drenched your hot pussy?”
He bit down lightly on her skin and the jolt made her cry out.
“I’m waiting, sweetheart.”
“B-both.” The word slipped out, breathless and taut.
“One after the other or did you want us both fucking you?” His hand slid along the back of her thigh and Heather arched into the sensation, amazed that such a simple caress could feel so good.
“Together,” she moaned.
Blinking her eyes open she looked at him, curious, cautious at how he would take her words. Lust blazed in his eyes. The pump of his cock grew bolder and she moaned.
“Wait.” She plopped a hand on his chest. “No condom, remember?”
Reality seemed to hit him and he sighed.
“Bummer.”
Her eyes got wide and she pulled back as far as the shower wall would let her.
“Bummer?” Her eyebrows raised in challenge. It was a bit more than a bummer to her. She was on the edge, ready to come and he made it sound unimportant.
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